Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 12 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 12

... asleep. Once the cabin crew have seen you I’ll ask for a blanket to keep you warm then who knows what we can get up to under that blanket.”

Thirty minutes later I was on Dylan’s lap with my head on his shoulder and pretending to be asleep under a blanket. Dylan kept an eye out and I carefully got his cock out and hitched up my dress.

When it no one was looking I lifted myself up then impaled myself on his cock before putting my head back on his shoulder and pretended to be asleep again.

It was wonderful just sitting there feeling his cock inside me and the gentle vibrations that the plane was making was very slowly making me very horny.

We just sat like that for a good 30 minutes before Dylan whispered that he was going to cum. Somehow, he kept a straight face, and kept quiet as he unloaded deep inside me, That feeling triggered me to cum as well and somehow, I too managed to stay still and quiet.

Then I dozed off.

I woke up to the sound of the captain telling us that we would soon be landing in Atlanta and that we had to return to our seats, put our seatbelts on and put the tables in the upright position.

I remembered what we had been doing when I fell asleep then did a mental check of my pussy. Dylan’s cock wasn’t inside me but I could feel it along my slit.

“Good afternoon gorgeous.” Dylan said, “have a good nap?”

“Yes thanks.”

“You need to get off me and into your seat, we’re nearly there.”

“Can you pass me some tissues from my bag ...

... please? I hope that I haven’t stained your jeans.”

“Who cares? We can now say that we’re now club members and that’s the important thing.”

We used the blanket to hide me cleaning Dylan and myself up the best that I could, then I sat in my seat ready to land.

We had a leisurely walk around Atlanta airport before heading to the gate for the final leg of our journey. Looking outside I was pleased that the weather looked much better than it had been in London.

No fucking on that 2 or so hour flight, just Dylan’s hand on my bare flesh, either my hand or between my legs toying with my clit, my bag and a magazine covering what he was doing to me.

I took a long, deep breath of the warm air just as soon as the plane door opened. It may have been early evening, and dark, but everything felt much more pleasant, more relaxed and definitely warmer than London had been.

There was a minibus waiting for us and we were soon making the short journey to the hotel.

And what a hotel it was, the photographs didn’t do it justice. It’s a big, multi-storey hotel with one side facing the sea and as we got out of the minibus I hoped that we’d get a room with a sea view and not a view of the road and countryside.

Then Dylan surprised me again. Between the hotel and the beach is a swimming pool and down each side of the pool is 4 bungalows. Dylan had only gone and booked a bungalow right on the edge of the beach for us. I could literally step off the veranda and onto the private ...