“Oh God!” Marilyn moaned as she arched her back, and I lowered my face to suck on her tits. Ever since Charlie came along, I think they grew a full cup size; she was now about a C+. “Unh… unh… unh…” she grunted, her body shivering beneath me.
I let her come that way and then relented. “Lift up a bit,” I ordered her. As soon as she lifted off my lap, I undid my belt and zipper and pushed my pants and briefs down and off. “Now, twist around. This flight isn’t long enough for us to get too silly.” Marilyn cautiously moved to twist around and straddle my hips and then lowered herself onto my cock. She was very juicy and turned on, her nipples, normally so small and faint were now engorged and pointing out at me. “Oh, yeah, that’s it!”
“You’re so bad! If we get in trouble it’s all your fault!” she answered, lifting up and dropping down onto me.
“Yeah, right, that’s why you’re on top, because I’m the bad guy, right!” I laughed. I put my face back down and began sucking her nipples, first one and then the other, as she bounced on my cock. Marilyn was letting out little keening noises as she orgasmed, and her cunt was spasming around me. It was rippling around my cock, and it felt exquisite! After a bit, I just groaned and pulled her down onto me, hard, as I lifted my hips up and out of the seat and blasted my jism up and into her pussy.
Marilyn sagged down against me, and then she stirred and looked around guiltily. “I guess we’d better get dressed.”
I smiled at her. Glancing at my wristwatch, I just rubbed her back and kept her on my lap. “I think we’ve got a little time. If I was really motivated, you could have some more fun.”
“If you were motivated?”
“Well, if you were to tell me about what you wanted me to do this week to you, that would probably motivate me.” I rubbed my hands along her back and down to her ass. “Any ideas coming to mind?”
“I think you just want me to talk dirty to you,” she whispered. “I bet you already have some things in mind that you are going to want me to do.”
“Oh, like what?” I kept up the gentle massage along her back and bottom. I had slipped out of her pussy by now, but I could feel myself starting to get stiff again.
“She gave a small whimper, and then said, „I bet you plan to fuck me all this week!“”
“Oh?”
“You’re going to fuck my pussy, aren’t you?”
I leaned in and licked an earlobe. “What else?” I whispered. I was definitely stiff now.
“You’re going to make me suck your cock and swallow your come, aren’t you?”
“Yes. What else?” I rubbed my hands across her rear, and slid my fingertips down into the crack of her ass.
Marilyn’s eyes opened wide. “You’re going to fuck my asshole, aren’t you?”
I lifted her bottom up and Marilyn moved to position my cockhead at the entrance of her pussy. Once in line with the target, I dropped her down onto me and pushed both her hands between us, to play with her clit and rub my cock as it moved inside her. “Yes. I’m going to fuck you all week long. By the time the week is done, you’re going to need a vacation from your vacation. You’ll be taking all your panties and bras back home unused.”
I kept telling her graphically what was going to happen, and Marilyn whimpered as she moved on top of me. I kept her hands trapped between us, and Marilyn’s body responded, moving her from one orgasm to another seamlessly. This fuck was longer, but even better than the first one, and I held out into her third orgasm before I blew my load. We were both a bit sweaty at that point.
Marilyn climbed off my lap. “Where’s the bathroom?” she asked.
I looked around and smiled. “I don’t think there is one.”
“Oh, shit! I wanted to clean up!”
I looked at my watch. “We’ll be on the ground in another half an hour.” I grabbed my pants and briefs and pulled them back on, and then stood in the aisle and tucked everything back into place.
Marilyn grumbled and dressed again, and pulled her panties back on as well. “I feel like I’m squishing!” she complained.
“It’s nothing these guys haven’t seen or heard of before.” I sat down and grabbed our champagne glasses. I poured the rest of the champagne into them and handed a glass to my wife. “Cheers! Here’s to a great vacation!”
Marilyn rolled her eyes, and then smiled. “To a great vacation. Just don’t do anything that will get us thrown in jail.”
“Where’s the fun in that? Jail’s overrated, anyway!”
Marilyn just groaned.
A few minutes later the intercom went off and Samantha announced, “Governors Harbor in about ten minutes.” Ten minutes later the partition opened and Samantha came back out to meet us. “Okay, seats and tray tables in the upright position,” she said with a smile. “We’re going to be descending any moment now. Have you enjoyed the flight?”
Marilyn turned beet red, but I just smiled and nodded. “It was everything we could have asked for. Thank you.”
“Well, a week from now let’s hope you have just as nice a time flying with us.” She took away the glasses and the empty bottle and hid them away, and then sat back down in the jump seat with us.
I looked over at my wife and smiled. “I’ll be looking forward to that next flight.” Marilyn simply stayed red faced and looked out the window, although she did smile at me before she turned away. I simply chuckled at her.
The airport wasn’t very large, and I really couldn’t see much of it on the approach. All I could see was crystal clear blue water. Eleuthera couldn’t be very big. Eventually, out the window I noticed sand and concrete getting alarmingly close, but he flared out at the last minute and floated us onto the runway with barely a whisper to the tires. Then the engine roar went into overload as Jim flipped in the thrust reversers and we were pressed forward as the little jet slowed down abruptly.
After the landing we taxied up to the terminal and our pilot got on the intercom and warned us both to stay on the airplane until we were released by Bahamian customs. After we stopped, he shut down one engine and came out and repeated this to us. He waited until there was a knock on the door, and then he opened the door on the Learjet. Sunlight flooded in, along with humid air that smelled of the sea.
I took a deep breath and unbuckled my seat belt. “We ain’t in Kansas anymore, baby!”
The customs officer came on board and looked at our passports but didn’t bother stamping them. In those pre-9/11 days, you could travel anywhere through the Caribbean, Canada, or Mexico with just a driver’s license and no passports or visas. Jim and I unloaded our luggage and carried it in the building, and then I shook hands with Jim and Samantha, who had followed us in.
“Flying home now?”
“Tomorrow morning,” she replied. “We’ll spend the night in town and fly out at dawn. We have friends down here and we’ll stay with them.”
“Well, that sure sounds like fun. It’s almost like it isn’t even work!”
She just grinned and nodded. We waved good-bye and shuffled over to the rental car booth. I hadn’t specified anything fancy, so we were just getting a small car. This surprised me quite a bit. The Bahamas, like most of the British Commonwealth, drives on the left hand side of the road (the wrong side to Americans) so the proper type of car would have the driver positioned on the right hand side of the car, opposite to American vehicles. However, since the Bahamas is so close to the US, most of the vehicles are actually imported from there, and are left hand drive cars. I was quite used to driving the Chevrolet Cavalier we ended up with, even if it was generally a piece of crap.