Post by Mimi on Sept 17, 2006 22:29:47 GMT -5
“John, I can’t believe that the jet had mechanical trouble,” Marlena said pensively as she stared out the small window of the airplane into the dark abyss.
“Well with all the miles we’ve been traveling it was bound to happen,” John said with a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye. Picking up her right hand off her lap, he brought it to his mouth where he gently kissed each of her knuckles before placing a kiss on the enormous 20 carat pink diamond he’d recently bought for her in Africa.
“Shouldn’t the mechanic have done some more preventative maintenance? You pay him a fortune.”
John raised the armrest between their seats and scooted closer to her. With his lips inches from her ear he whispered in a sultry tone, “Honey, there was no way for him to predict that the fuse on the vibrating bed would short out half the electrical system on the plane.” John looked around to make sure that the passengers seated near them couldn’t hear their conversation. Seeing that the two business men seated across them were fast asleep tucked under the red airline monogrammed blankets, John continued the conversation. “Guess you can say we got our use out of that bed,” John laughed as he reminisced how as they waited out a particularly fierce sandstorm on the tarmac of the airport in Morocco, they decided to pass the time by trying out a new tantric position when in the throes of passion the motor in the vibrating bed went out followed by the electricity. Not that it stopped them. John continued doing what he did best, pleasuring Marlena, for hours more until the pilot finally got up enough courage to interrupt them and ask them to stop. With no electrical power or air-conditioning, John and Marlena’s physical activity was creating a rather humid environment. Condensation was running down the windows of the plane blocking the view of the swirling sand, not that either of them noticed or cared. According to the pilot, the humidity they were generating inside the jet was reaching a level where condensation was starting to accumulate inside the instrument panels.
“Good times Sailor,” Marlena whispered in a low husky voice as she placed her hand on his inner thigh, reminiscing about John roughly pounding in and out of her while he calmly told the pilot that he would just have to buy a new plane because he wasn’t done making love to his wife. As she was approaching her eighth orgasm that afternoon, she was beyond coherent and all her modesty gone. The things he did to her body and soul. How she adored being his wife.
“Good times Doc,” John whispered back. He had booked them a last minute first class flight on an overnight from Morocco to Paris and the New York. After almost 9 weeks of traveling the world without the constant interruption of well meaning family and friends and becoming reacquainted with each other body and soul, Marlena was homesick and wanted to see her children and friends. John obliged and bought them tickets on the first direct flight out of Morocco. Chartering a plane wasn’t an option to Marlena as she wasn’t willing to wait the four days for the plane to arrive and the estimated repair time on the Basic Black jet was two weeks.
“I wonder if anyone missed us?” She asked as she ran her fingernails slowly up and down his inner thigh.
“I’m sure they did,” John said as he closed his eyes and gave into the feeling of her hand on his thigh, not caring that anyone that walked down the aisle could see what she was doing. For the last 7 weeks of their whirlwind vacation they’d been virtually cut off from Salem, though by choice. John threw both of their cell phones overboard somewhere on the Danube after two weeks of both of their phones constantly ringing. It didn’t matter what time of the day or night it was, one of their phones was always ringing. His staff at Basic Black, her secretary, Roman, Sami, Kate, Victoria, Maggie, Bo, Hope, Jennifer, Mrs. Horton, Eric, Carrie and the worse offender of all: Belle.
“I’m still a little worried about how people are going to react around me once we get home,” Marlena whispered to John. Although her friends and family provided reassurance on the phone that they’d forgiven her for her behavior, she was still nervous after returning after such a long absence.
“Don’t be…they all understand that you weren’t yourself,” John tried to reassure her, but having a hard time concentrating due to the pressure of her fingernails.
“Still it’s hard to think about how I behaved, especially to you,” Marlena admitted, eyes downcast. “When I think about…” John couldn’t take his eyes off her lips as she explained her feelings in a hushed tone. The first class cabin was dark spare a couple people reading by the lamp of their personal reading light. At some point he lost track of what she was saying mesmerized by the movement of her lips and how her tongue moved when she spoke.
“John…..Are you even listening to me?” she finally asked, noticing the vacant glassy look in his eyes and his uneven breathing. “Oh,” she said sheepishly when she realized what her hand had been doing while she had been talking to him. Through the thin material of his slacks she could clearly see that she had inadvertently aroused him.
“You gotta stop doing that Doc,” John growled at her. It was taking every effort of his entire being not to rip her shirt off and raise her skirt and fuck her right there in first class.
Something about the tone of John’s voice and the knowledge that she had power of his body excited Marlena. “Or what?” She dared him to make the next move. She could feel her underwear becoming damp just from the anticipation of what he might do. Would he grab a blanket and throw it over them and finger fuck her to an orgasm? Would she lay her head on his lap and act like she was sleeping while her tongue and mouth worked magic on his dick? Would he lay down over both seats and spoon her against him and fuck her under the blanket?
“Come with me now,” John demanded as he stood up and grabbed her by the hand. Quickly he led them to the front of the plane to the unoccupied lavatory. Pushing her inside he quickly closed and locked the door behind them not noticing the curious eyes of the flight crew or the fellow passengers that were awake.
“John…”
“No talking…” John warned her as he put his index finger to her lips. “No talking.”
Marlena’s tongue slowly snaked out of her mouth and she tentatively licked the tip of his finger as he held it in place. Up and down she slowly licked his finger watching as his eyes changed color under the artificial light of the bathroom.
“Doc,” John moaned as Marlena sucked his finger into her mouth.
“You’ve got to stop that or I’m going to cum right now,” John warned her as he pulled his finger out of her mouth, noticing the disappointment on her face.
“And that would be a bad thing?” Marlena asked as she reached between his legs and cupped him.
“Not at all, but I’d rather cum inside that beautiful body of yours,” John whispered seductively as he gently kissed the side of her neck. “God, you smell so good,” John admitted as he deeply breathed in her scent. “You drive me insane.” John looked down at her with hooded eyes. “I want you so badly right now.”
Marlena felt more moisture pool between her legs and the rush of blood moving from her brain to other parts of her body. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to stand as she leaned against the small washbasin for support.
“I need to taste you Doc,” John said as he reached out and cupped her chin. He bent his head slightly down and captured her lips with his. She moaned as she opened her mouth to allow him greater access. His skilled tongue quickly devoured her mouth. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Marlena was caught up in the feeling of John claiming her mouth as his and his hands roaming all over her body. John slowly unbuttoned her short sleeved white shirt and slid it off her arms with relative ease. Standing before him in a white tank top and a flowing ankle length white shirt, Marlena had never looked sexier to John than at that moment. Devoid of make-up, hair messed up and lips red and swollen from where he’d roughly kissed her she was the picture of perfection to him. She was his. He’d put that look on her face, no one else.
Lifting her body and gently setting her on the small counter, he ran his hands roughly down the length of her legs to the hem of her skirt. He couldn’t get to her skin fast enough. Marlena tried distract him with her mouth, needing to taste him as much as he need to touch her. She felt John lift her shirt up around her waist, move her panties to the side, and enter her with two of his fingers. She was so tight, hot and wet.
Marlena suddenly became of where they were and what they were about to do, “We can’t do this here John.”
“Where else are we going to do it?” John asked as he moved his fingers in and out of her, watching as her eyes became dilated and her breathing irregular.
“But this isn’t our plane,” Marlena said stating the obvious.
“So what….are you afraid to join the commercial airline mile high club Mrs. Black?” John whispered in her ear as his tongue seductively moved around the rim of it.
“No….” she grunted as she tried to regain control over her body. “It’s just that it’s dirty in here.”
“Like that’s ever stopped us,” John retorted as he abruptly rubbed his thumb roughly against her clitoris.
“Oh God…. that feels soooo good,” Marlena moaned. She was having a hard time speaking, much less forming a coherent thought.
“I need to be inside you Marlena,” John managed to mutter as he continued to pleasure her with his fingers. He knew from the sounds she was making and the little convulsions she was having it wasn’t going to be much longer before she came.
“Right there baby,” Marlena moaned as John continued his finger assault on her lower regions. “Cum for me baby,” John whispered into her ear as he blew his hot breath against it knowing how hot and bothered Marlena was. Suddenly John felt Marlena start to convulse around his fingers. “Not yet, wait for me,” he warned her as he withdrew his fingers. She leaned back against the mirror, staring at him with half-closed and very aroused eyes. She watched entranced as he unbuttoned his trousers and took his engorged manhood out of his pants.
“What are you going to do with that Sailor?” Marlena asked seductively as she licked her lips watching as John stroked himself.
“This,” John said as he reached under her ass with both hands and lifted her up and onto him. Marlena screamed out from the incredible pain and then pleasure she felt from his sudden movement. Due to John’s large size she was used to a more gentle entry.
Not waiting for her to adjust to his large size he turned them both around and shoved her up against the wall opposite of the mirror, continuing to pump in and out of her. Marlena watched them in the mirror, surprised by the look on her face. Watching herself in the mirror being hammered against the wall as John lost all control Marlena became even more aroused by her own image.
John held onto her ass with one hand supporting her as he reached between their sweaty bodies and lifted up her tank top. Lifting and squeezing her breasts, her pert nipples spilled over the top of the bra. “Oh fuck,” John moaned once he saw her nipples. “God I love your breasts.” Taking one of her nipples into his mouth he gently sucked on it as his penis continued to move in and out of her body.
Marlena squeezed her legs tighter around his torso, moving herself closer to him. “Deeper,” she moaned. She pushed back into him, trying to draw him into her deeper.
“Yeah, you like it like that?” John teased her, as he pumped harder and deeper into her. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Losing control, John was lost inside Marlena. Kissing any part of her skin that he came into contact, her face, lips, eyes, chest, nipples, John worshiped his wife. Not being able to satisfy his aching need to possess her and become one with her, her roughly captured her mouth with his. As much as John needed Marlena, Marlena needed John. She needed for him to possess her, desire her and worship him like no man ever had. As Marlena held his mouth to hers by the pressure of her hand on the back on his neck, John felt himself suffocating in her mouth but didn’t care.
Gasping for air, Marlena let go of John’s neck. “John…” she screamed as she violently came. John loved the sound that she made as she reached her orgasm. Her screaming, moaning and writhing only added to his pleasure. Grabbing her thighs and spreading them as wide as possible to allow him deeper access he thrust into her over and over, the sound of skin meeting skin resonating in the small bathroom. “Oh God,” Marlena screamed as she came again, hard. Her vaginal muscles constricting brought John over the edge. “Doc,” John yelled as he violently came within her.
After several minutes their breathing returned to normal. John held her in her arms and ran his fingers up and down her back. “I love you so much baby,” John said as he looked into her hazel eyes. “I am so thankful that you are mine….all mine.” Marlena rested her head on his shoulder exhausted. The muscles in her thighs continued to spasm against his waist.
Once their breathing returned to normal, John turned around and set her down on the small bathroom counter. Before he lowered her skirt he hooked his thumbs around the sides of her underwear and lowered them. Bringing them to his nose he breathed in deeply. “I love the smell of your arousal.”
“John,” Marlena said as she blushed. She and John were quite open and very liberated sexually but there were certain things that she was still embarrassed to talk about and that was one of them.
“Dr. Evans are you blushing?” John teased noticing the light pink tint to her cheeks.
“John, I need my panties back,” Marlena said nicely.
“No, you know the rules…I remove them, I keep them,” John said as he quickly pulled up his own pants and buttoned them and then placed her panties in his front pocket.
“But what about airport security and customs….What if I get searched? They’re going to know that I don’t have panties on.” The thought of someone discovering her sans panties was somewhat mortifying to her.
“It will be someone’s lucky day then Doc,” John said as he opened the bathroom door and let her exit it first. As she sashayed down the aisle before him he noticed the envious looks on the faces of the fellow passengers that had been awakened by all the noise that they’d made. As Marlena climbed in the seat and straightened her skirt against her body before she sat down John smiled as he noticed that the fabric was see through. “The rest of this flight is going to be interesting,” he thought as he checked his watch and saw that they still had another six hours until they landed in New York. Oh the things they could do.
Finis
“Well with all the miles we’ve been traveling it was bound to happen,” John said with a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye. Picking up her right hand off her lap, he brought it to his mouth where he gently kissed each of her knuckles before placing a kiss on the enormous 20 carat pink diamond he’d recently bought for her in Africa.
“Shouldn’t the mechanic have done some more preventative maintenance? You pay him a fortune.”
John raised the armrest between their seats and scooted closer to her. With his lips inches from her ear he whispered in a sultry tone, “Honey, there was no way for him to predict that the fuse on the vibrating bed would short out half the electrical system on the plane.” John looked around to make sure that the passengers seated near them couldn’t hear their conversation. Seeing that the two business men seated across them were fast asleep tucked under the red airline monogrammed blankets, John continued the conversation. “Guess you can say we got our use out of that bed,” John laughed as he reminisced how as they waited out a particularly fierce sandstorm on the tarmac of the airport in Morocco, they decided to pass the time by trying out a new tantric position when in the throes of passion the motor in the vibrating bed went out followed by the electricity. Not that it stopped them. John continued doing what he did best, pleasuring Marlena, for hours more until the pilot finally got up enough courage to interrupt them and ask them to stop. With no electrical power or air-conditioning, John and Marlena’s physical activity was creating a rather humid environment. Condensation was running down the windows of the plane blocking the view of the swirling sand, not that either of them noticed or cared. According to the pilot, the humidity they were generating inside the jet was reaching a level where condensation was starting to accumulate inside the instrument panels.
“Good times Sailor,” Marlena whispered in a low husky voice as she placed her hand on his inner thigh, reminiscing about John roughly pounding in and out of her while he calmly told the pilot that he would just have to buy a new plane because he wasn’t done making love to his wife. As she was approaching her eighth orgasm that afternoon, she was beyond coherent and all her modesty gone. The things he did to her body and soul. How she adored being his wife.
“Good times Doc,” John whispered back. He had booked them a last minute first class flight on an overnight from Morocco to Paris and the New York. After almost 9 weeks of traveling the world without the constant interruption of well meaning family and friends and becoming reacquainted with each other body and soul, Marlena was homesick and wanted to see her children and friends. John obliged and bought them tickets on the first direct flight out of Morocco. Chartering a plane wasn’t an option to Marlena as she wasn’t willing to wait the four days for the plane to arrive and the estimated repair time on the Basic Black jet was two weeks.
“I wonder if anyone missed us?” She asked as she ran her fingernails slowly up and down his inner thigh.
“I’m sure they did,” John said as he closed his eyes and gave into the feeling of her hand on his thigh, not caring that anyone that walked down the aisle could see what she was doing. For the last 7 weeks of their whirlwind vacation they’d been virtually cut off from Salem, though by choice. John threw both of their cell phones overboard somewhere on the Danube after two weeks of both of their phones constantly ringing. It didn’t matter what time of the day or night it was, one of their phones was always ringing. His staff at Basic Black, her secretary, Roman, Sami, Kate, Victoria, Maggie, Bo, Hope, Jennifer, Mrs. Horton, Eric, Carrie and the worse offender of all: Belle.
“I’m still a little worried about how people are going to react around me once we get home,” Marlena whispered to John. Although her friends and family provided reassurance on the phone that they’d forgiven her for her behavior, she was still nervous after returning after such a long absence.
“Don’t be…they all understand that you weren’t yourself,” John tried to reassure her, but having a hard time concentrating due to the pressure of her fingernails.
“Still it’s hard to think about how I behaved, especially to you,” Marlena admitted, eyes downcast. “When I think about…” John couldn’t take his eyes off her lips as she explained her feelings in a hushed tone. The first class cabin was dark spare a couple people reading by the lamp of their personal reading light. At some point he lost track of what she was saying mesmerized by the movement of her lips and how her tongue moved when she spoke.
“John…..Are you even listening to me?” she finally asked, noticing the vacant glassy look in his eyes and his uneven breathing. “Oh,” she said sheepishly when she realized what her hand had been doing while she had been talking to him. Through the thin material of his slacks she could clearly see that she had inadvertently aroused him.
“You gotta stop doing that Doc,” John growled at her. It was taking every effort of his entire being not to rip her shirt off and raise her skirt and fuck her right there in first class.
Something about the tone of John’s voice and the knowledge that she had power of his body excited Marlena. “Or what?” She dared him to make the next move. She could feel her underwear becoming damp just from the anticipation of what he might do. Would he grab a blanket and throw it over them and finger fuck her to an orgasm? Would she lay her head on his lap and act like she was sleeping while her tongue and mouth worked magic on his dick? Would he lay down over both seats and spoon her against him and fuck her under the blanket?
“Come with me now,” John demanded as he stood up and grabbed her by the hand. Quickly he led them to the front of the plane to the unoccupied lavatory. Pushing her inside he quickly closed and locked the door behind them not noticing the curious eyes of the flight crew or the fellow passengers that were awake.
“John…”
“No talking…” John warned her as he put his index finger to her lips. “No talking.”
Marlena’s tongue slowly snaked out of her mouth and she tentatively licked the tip of his finger as he held it in place. Up and down she slowly licked his finger watching as his eyes changed color under the artificial light of the bathroom.
“Doc,” John moaned as Marlena sucked his finger into her mouth.
“You’ve got to stop that or I’m going to cum right now,” John warned her as he pulled his finger out of her mouth, noticing the disappointment on her face.
“And that would be a bad thing?” Marlena asked as she reached between his legs and cupped him.
“Not at all, but I’d rather cum inside that beautiful body of yours,” John whispered seductively as he gently kissed the side of her neck. “God, you smell so good,” John admitted as he deeply breathed in her scent. “You drive me insane.” John looked down at her with hooded eyes. “I want you so badly right now.”
Marlena felt more moisture pool between her legs and the rush of blood moving from her brain to other parts of her body. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to stand as she leaned against the small washbasin for support.
“I need to taste you Doc,” John said as he reached out and cupped her chin. He bent his head slightly down and captured her lips with his. She moaned as she opened her mouth to allow him greater access. His skilled tongue quickly devoured her mouth. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Marlena was caught up in the feeling of John claiming her mouth as his and his hands roaming all over her body. John slowly unbuttoned her short sleeved white shirt and slid it off her arms with relative ease. Standing before him in a white tank top and a flowing ankle length white shirt, Marlena had never looked sexier to John than at that moment. Devoid of make-up, hair messed up and lips red and swollen from where he’d roughly kissed her she was the picture of perfection to him. She was his. He’d put that look on her face, no one else.
Lifting her body and gently setting her on the small counter, he ran his hands roughly down the length of her legs to the hem of her skirt. He couldn’t get to her skin fast enough. Marlena tried distract him with her mouth, needing to taste him as much as he need to touch her. She felt John lift her shirt up around her waist, move her panties to the side, and enter her with two of his fingers. She was so tight, hot and wet.
Marlena suddenly became of where they were and what they were about to do, “We can’t do this here John.”
“Where else are we going to do it?” John asked as he moved his fingers in and out of her, watching as her eyes became dilated and her breathing irregular.
“But this isn’t our plane,” Marlena said stating the obvious.
“So what….are you afraid to join the commercial airline mile high club Mrs. Black?” John whispered in her ear as his tongue seductively moved around the rim of it.
“No….” she grunted as she tried to regain control over her body. “It’s just that it’s dirty in here.”
“Like that’s ever stopped us,” John retorted as he abruptly rubbed his thumb roughly against her clitoris.
“Oh God…. that feels soooo good,” Marlena moaned. She was having a hard time speaking, much less forming a coherent thought.
“I need to be inside you Marlena,” John managed to mutter as he continued to pleasure her with his fingers. He knew from the sounds she was making and the little convulsions she was having it wasn’t going to be much longer before she came.
“Right there baby,” Marlena moaned as John continued his finger assault on her lower regions. “Cum for me baby,” John whispered into her ear as he blew his hot breath against it knowing how hot and bothered Marlena was. Suddenly John felt Marlena start to convulse around his fingers. “Not yet, wait for me,” he warned her as he withdrew his fingers. She leaned back against the mirror, staring at him with half-closed and very aroused eyes. She watched entranced as he unbuttoned his trousers and took his engorged manhood out of his pants.
“What are you going to do with that Sailor?” Marlena asked seductively as she licked her lips watching as John stroked himself.
“This,” John said as he reached under her ass with both hands and lifted her up and onto him. Marlena screamed out from the incredible pain and then pleasure she felt from his sudden movement. Due to John’s large size she was used to a more gentle entry.
Not waiting for her to adjust to his large size he turned them both around and shoved her up against the wall opposite of the mirror, continuing to pump in and out of her. Marlena watched them in the mirror, surprised by the look on her face. Watching herself in the mirror being hammered against the wall as John lost all control Marlena became even more aroused by her own image.
John held onto her ass with one hand supporting her as he reached between their sweaty bodies and lifted up her tank top. Lifting and squeezing her breasts, her pert nipples spilled over the top of the bra. “Oh fuck,” John moaned once he saw her nipples. “God I love your breasts.” Taking one of her nipples into his mouth he gently sucked on it as his penis continued to move in and out of her body.
Marlena squeezed her legs tighter around his torso, moving herself closer to him. “Deeper,” she moaned. She pushed back into him, trying to draw him into her deeper.
“Yeah, you like it like that?” John teased her, as he pumped harder and deeper into her. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Losing control, John was lost inside Marlena. Kissing any part of her skin that he came into contact, her face, lips, eyes, chest, nipples, John worshiped his wife. Not being able to satisfy his aching need to possess her and become one with her, her roughly captured her mouth with his. As much as John needed Marlena, Marlena needed John. She needed for him to possess her, desire her and worship him like no man ever had. As Marlena held his mouth to hers by the pressure of her hand on the back on his neck, John felt himself suffocating in her mouth but didn’t care.
Gasping for air, Marlena let go of John’s neck. “John…” she screamed as she violently came. John loved the sound that she made as she reached her orgasm. Her screaming, moaning and writhing only added to his pleasure. Grabbing her thighs and spreading them as wide as possible to allow him deeper access he thrust into her over and over, the sound of skin meeting skin resonating in the small bathroom. “Oh God,” Marlena screamed as she came again, hard. Her vaginal muscles constricting brought John over the edge. “Doc,” John yelled as he violently came within her.
After several minutes their breathing returned to normal. John held her in her arms and ran his fingers up and down her back. “I love you so much baby,” John said as he looked into her hazel eyes. “I am so thankful that you are mine….all mine.” Marlena rested her head on his shoulder exhausted. The muscles in her thighs continued to spasm against his waist.
Once their breathing returned to normal, John turned around and set her down on the small bathroom counter. Before he lowered her skirt he hooked his thumbs around the sides of her underwear and lowered them. Bringing them to his nose he breathed in deeply. “I love the smell of your arousal.”
“John,” Marlena said as she blushed. She and John were quite open and very liberated sexually but there were certain things that she was still embarrassed to talk about and that was one of them.
“Dr. Evans are you blushing?” John teased noticing the light pink tint to her cheeks.
“John, I need my panties back,” Marlena said nicely.
“No, you know the rules…I remove them, I keep them,” John said as he quickly pulled up his own pants and buttoned them and then placed her panties in his front pocket.
“But what about airport security and customs….What if I get searched? They’re going to know that I don’t have panties on.” The thought of someone discovering her sans panties was somewhat mortifying to her.
“It will be someone’s lucky day then Doc,” John said as he opened the bathroom door and let her exit it first. As she sashayed down the aisle before him he noticed the envious looks on the faces of the fellow passengers that had been awakened by all the noise that they’d made. As Marlena climbed in the seat and straightened her skirt against her body before she sat down John smiled as he noticed that the fabric was see through. “The rest of this flight is going to be interesting,” he thought as he checked his watch and saw that they still had another six hours until they landed in New York. Oh the things they could do.
Finis
