He leaned over and softly placed a kiss on her left cheek. He ran
his lips across up to her ear and whispered deeply. “I love you.”
His sudden admission struck her sharply. The slow movements of
his warm mouth tickled her hair by her ear, and the tone of his
voice warmed her like fine brandy. A jolt of pleasured electricity
ran from her chest down her thighs, leaving her body tingling, and
alive.
She turned to look at him, a small smile grazing her lips. They
locked eyes and she saw the passion dwelling in his baby blues. She
leaned in slowly, placing her moist lips upon his. In an attempt to
tease him and show that she appreciated his passion, she ran her
tongue along his bottom lip before ending the kiss. But before
she could pull away, John deepened the kiss by pressing forward,
opening his mouth and entwining his tongue with hers. Before
ending the kiss, he slowed his pace and alternated gently sucking
on her top lip, then her bottom lip.
Marlena felt slightly high once the kiss broke, her excitement
settling warm between her thighs. Using the hand still located on
his thigh, she squeezed his leg tightly, eliciting a deep moan from
John.
Suddenly, Marlena became acutely aware of how alone they were
not. While they disappeared in their moment of passion, the busy
airport buzzed around them. They were surrounded by people in
front of them, behind them, to the left and to the right of them.
Strangers sat waiting for planes, purchased newspapers and milled
around anxiously. John and Marlena’s private tryst had caught
the attention of some close by who sent disapproving looks their
way.
Knowing they had some time before their flight and still
desperate for his touch, Marlena began to visually search for
some privacy. By now, John had also become aware of their lack
of privacy. He leaned in close again and said, “What do you say we
take our little show elsewhere?” She nodded in agreement and he
pulled her out of her seat and away from the crowds.
They walked quickly through the airport looking for private
recesses to sneak to. As they passed gift shops and security
checkpoints, they grew more excited, sneaking glances towards
each other while attempting to hide their desire.
Marlena began to get frustrated as they travelled further and
further, still unable to find a private spot. I’ll take him in the
restroom if I have to, she thought to herself, although she hoped
to find a better location.
After what seemed like endless searching, they came across an
empty area of the airport. It appeared to be a terminal awaiting
massive reconstruction that had yet to begin.
Relieved that no one was around, they turned to each other to
satisfy the craving they both yearned for. John began to pull her
towards him for a deep kiss but she pushed him away. She wanted
him badly, but she also knew that teasing him further would bring
them both amazing pleasure.
John looked stunned at her sudden retreat until she told him to
have a seat in one of the chairs. He sat and eagerly awaited her
next command. He loved it when she took control.
Marlena sauntered over to him, adding an extra swing to her hips.
She stood directly in front of him and said. “Hello. Welcome to
flight 116 with connection to Honolulu. My name is Candy and I’ll
be your flight attendant. How may I service you?”
John looked up at his wife with lust in his eyes. He was very
turned on with her standing there, her hips at his eye level, so
willing. He recognized the glow to her cheeks and knew she
wanted him badly also. He decided to extend this passion play a
little further and buy into her game.
“Well Candy,” he said to her in a low voice. “I get very tense on
plane flights. Is there any way you can help me relax?”
“You’re in luck, sir. That is one of my many specialties. But to
truly help you, I’ll have to determine just how tense you are,” she
said peering down at him.
She bent over him and ran her hands down his chest. She
continued to slide them down to his waist and reaching the tops
of his thighs, she clenched them tightly. She then allowed her
right hand to travel to the left and she grabbed the noticeable
bulge in his jeans.
“My, my, you are very worked up. I must help you right away,” she
said as she kneeled in front of him. She quickly unbuttoned his
jeans and worked them down his toned legs. She licked her lips as
she eyed the bulge in his black boxer briefs. She pushed these
down his legs also and his pulsating member sprang up before her.
Without hesitation, she slid him deep into her mouth, sliding her
soft lips along his entire shaft. She swirled her tongue around him
as she worked her way back up. She repeated this movement,
increasing her speed steadily. How she loved doing this to him;
the feel of his knotted muscle along her tongue, the way he filled
her entire mouth, the moans of approval she received from him,
the way he lifted his hips towards her and laced his fingers
through her hair.
She was prepared to take him all the way but John suddenly
removed himself from her and pulled her up to look at him.
“Enough of Candy,” he growled. “I want you.”
He pushed her skirt up around the top of her thighs and ripped
her lace panties down her legs. He helped her straddle him on the
narrow, green chair; the cold metal armrests pressed against the
outside of her long legs.
She whimpered as she lowered herself down on him, feeling him
glide deep within her, his shape filling her and running along her
sensitive womanly insides.
They were both so worked up that their slow pace soon
quickened. John helped her movements by grabbing her hips and
repeatedly thrusting into her, harder and harder.
Lost in the glorious sensation, Marlena held him at his shoulders
and arched backwards, pressing him deeper insider her. His
roughness created glorious pressure on her clit and she was soon
reaching her peak. Her body tensed as an electrical shock
travelled her body and heated up her thighs as she came. Her
pulsating muscles triggered John’s release and he came, thrusting
sharply within her.
Marlena rested her tired body on John’s, placing her head on his
shoulder, as their bodies calmed and their breathing returned to
normal.
Suddenly, the terminal speaker crackled overhead. “John Black.
Paging John Black. Please report to the loading station. Your
flight is now ready,” it rang.
They quickly dressed and ran to catch their flight, both
completely satisfied. What a way to start a vacation, they thought.
THE END
The Jarlena Journal 