ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #12 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #12

... enough of. They had spent hours with their mouths locked in a gentle yet treacherous fashion. Whenever they were really engaged in the moment it was always an inopportune time, like when it was their turn in line at the coffee shop or when leaning up against the movie rental box outside of the local pharmacy. Spencer realized there were that obnoxious couple that you wish would get a room and just hump in private. Likewise, Amy was over the moon for Spencer. She didn't really know why but whenever they were together she felt as if a part of her that was missing had found its way back, completing her. However, Amy wasn't a romantic person, but she wanted him to know she cared. It was a struggle to find some way to show him each day. Part of her knew she'd run out of ideas eventually, but that neither here nor there. Tonight there had been a banquet, which honestly was really poorly timed. They had very minimal time to go from this fancy shindig, which explained their clothes, to the airport to catch a flight to New York. And now they were on the red eye flight to Paris. Spencer liked how intimately she seemed to know his life and his feelings, signalling that he had apparently been very open with this woman and that meant that she was something really special. Not like Kenzie who was fun, but just a little too out there for him. But this just seemed, even in his state of plane-nesia, somehow right. Rubbing his leg, Amy hoped to ease Spencer up, so maybe he would ease her ...

... loneliness. The guy had been asl*ep for several hours and she was tired of watching movies on her PearPad, and for her, sl*ep was still hours away. Watching him wake and seeing the panic in his eyes f*rced her to stifle a giggle while he put the pieces together. Behind the hand covering her laughter, she smiled at him and leaning in, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as his body finally relaxed. "So…Where are we?" Spencer tried to keep his voice down as Amy quickly shushed him. Slapping him on the arm Amy glared at him "Spencer, keep it down! People are trying to sl*ep." Looking around him, Spencer observed several people shift and mumble in their seats, a few of them staring at him angrily. "Oops, my bad people. Get back to sl*ep. I'll be quiet now," he said, turning in his seat and giving the folks paying attention a fake smile. "Spencer, you're going to have to keep it down. I'm pretty sure we're being hated by half of coach right now." she said playfully. "We're somewhere over the Atlantic. You've really got a bad case of this plane-nes- Ok, the more I say that word, the dumber, I feel," she said, laughing. "You know it's a brilliant term… I guess I was so tired by the time we boarded the plane I was bound to be a little groggy. Where are we going in Paris anyway?" he asked placing one hand on hers, which was still lodged between his knees. "I can't believe you don't remember." Amy said, letting him go and sitting back in her seat angrily, crossing her arms. "Amy, I'm ...