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

ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #12

... sorry. Babe, please. I didn't mean to forget, but I was apparently really wasted thanks to that awards show. You know what stress does to me." he pleaded with her. "I promise, as soon as you remind me, I won't forget again." Holding up his right hand and placing the other on a pretend Bible. "I swear." Relaxing a bit, Amy reminded him of their destination and how they came to be on the plane. They were flying all over the world for an all-expenses paid trip, courtesy of the Museum. The expectation of knowing you had a one in a million chance of winning was easier to swallow than the baby shrimp she choked on as the announcer called her name to come accept some award which she could barely fit into her luggage. Spencer stood up immediately of course and clapped for her, his face beaming with excitement and pride. She had won. "We're going to Paris? I can't believe it, I won! How fantastic is that?!" he exclaimed looking at her with a goofy grin on his face. Staring at him flatly she responded in a haughty tone, that hid a playful nature, "No Spencer, I won. You were just too dr*nk to remember." "I remember you winning…" he lied, "I'm just teasing you. I may not recall hopping a plane tonight, but I do remember you standing up on stage, face flush, thanking all the little people. Including yours truly. I'm proud of you." he stated, taking her right hand in his left and intertwining their digits. "Oh Spencer, thank you. That means a lot. I'm glad I get to share this time with ...

... you." she sighed, kissing his cheek again. "But I never thanked you at the show… You are such a little fibber." "Oh, come on… I'm sorry," he pleaded. Shifting in his seat, Spencer relaxed as Amy started rubbing his leg again. Her hands moved along his inner thigh and her knuckles grazing his crotch purposefully. Grunting softly Spencer looked around them and realized the majority of the passengers were sl*eping. One k*d was seated in the rear of the plane with his hand held gaming device lighting up his face while in the front of the plane the stewardess was engaged in a quiet conversation with a handsome man in first class, flirting a little it seemed. Amy was still wearing her evening dress and high heels, which had to be uncomfortable on a 16 hour flight, but Spencer was in worse shape with a tailored tuxedo complete with bow-tie and cummerbund. Looking down at Amy's full busty chest Spencer took his free hand and began running his middle finger along her cleavage at the front of her gown, where he guessed her nipple would be. Moving his finger in slow circles he watched Amy uncross her legs and begin sliding her hand upwards, stroking his dick through his pants. Using his now free hand, Spencer reached down and unzipped his pants. He let Amy reach in and fish out his cock. Her fingertips were a bit cold, but her grip made up for it, strong and confident she started stroking him. Spencer sat up a bit and looked around one more time before taking his finger, hooking it in the ...