Erotica: Lovers on a Plane

With a squeeze, he slipped his hand out of hers and placed a small object into her pocket.

"Go put this into your panties Bunny," he said with a wink, a mischievous smile creasing his handsome face.

Intrigued, she made her way to the small lavatory at the front of the plane. She passed the only other passengers in business class: a severe-looking woman cocooned in noise-cancelling headphones, consumed by something on her laptop screen. Across the aisle and several rows ahead, a slumberous, Scotch-soaked business type, head lolling against the window shade.

In the cramped bathroom, she pulled the mysterious object from her pocket. It was a panty vibrator, broad and flat, smaller than her palm, gently rounded with a small nub near the top.

She recognized it from her favorite website and knew to position it in her underwear, cupped against her labia with the nub resting against her clit. She affixed it with the magnet to hold it snuggly against the wetness already forming between her legs and reached into her pocket to test the remote.

The remote wasn't there.

Of course, he had it. Her chuckle at his cheekiness was cut short by a slow pulsing thrill across her vulva as the vibrator came on. He must have turned it on from his seat.

She stood up straight and wondered if she would be able to walk back to him with any modicum of dignity.

But, she suspected, dignity was not what he had in mind.

The throbbing between her legs stopped and she began to make her way back to her seat. When she got close enough to make eye contact with him, it began again. He watched her appraisingly as she paused, the waves of pleasure in her body impossible to disguise.

He smiled broadly at her as she sat beside him, brushing a kiss on her cheek and her lips. "Well?" He asked. "What do you think?"

"Bit of a surprise," she murmured. "But I like it."

She moved to cross her legs towards him, but his firm hand stopped her.

"I don't want you to cross your legs until we land," he instructed. "Keep your knees apart for me, or else there will be a consequence." To emphasize the point, his hand thrust up her skirt, grabbing the creamy soft flesh of her inner thigh.

Squeezing harder, she could feel the mark that would soon darken start to form as his grip tightened, the bruise rising to the surface. She loved his strong hands and opened wider to him, imagining how she would summon the dull ache by pressing the tender spot when he was no longer there to touch her.

The grin she gave him made it clear to him she would eagerly accept whatever punishment he devised. "I won't cross my legs, Sir."

They settled in for the long flight, him flipping through the inflight magazine, reading out lines that struck him as amusing, or poetic, or worthy of derision. Occasionally he would dip his hand between her knees to ensure they weren't touching. She worked on her crossword puzzle, delightfully distracted periodically as he played with the remote, pleasure radiating through her body at his will.

Eventually the cabin lights dimmed and the flight attendant delivered thin blankets to them. He arranged the material across their laps and wrapped his arms around her as she crossed her legs comfortably and rested against him.

"I told you to keep your legs spread for me." He scolded.

She bit her lip thoughtfully as she uncrossed her legs. She was often willful and purposely bratty, but to catch her in a mistake meant the consequence would be more meaningful.

His voice took on a husky tone. "Wider." He commanded.

Forcefully he drove his hand between her thighs, pressing the toy firmly against her soaking pussy. He kissed her urgently while he turned the vibrator up to its highest setting. He pulled back to watch her face as his hand pushed it harder against her.

"Tell me when you are going to come," he told her.

She nodded, almost helplessly as it thrummed against her.

He listened as her breaths became faster and more shallow, becoming small gasps until she cried "Now. Oh fuck, now, now."

Abruptly he withdrew his hand and shut the small motor off. It felt like a punch, having her climax so roughly cut short. A hollowness spread across her belly in place of the ecstasy she had been on the brink of.

She grabbed at him. "Put your hand back."

He was enjoying this.