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We'd been dating for awhile now. I knew you were from Canada, Newfoundland specifically. I of course had acted as if I knew exactly where that was. I have to admit geography was not my strongest subject in school or in life. I had to go home and look it up on the map. There it was. Keep going through Maine, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and then across open ocean leading to Newfoundland.
We had our first Christmas together and then you were returning home to Canada for a visit. I was pleased and surprised when you asked me to join you and meet your family. I just wondered how we were going to get there. Thank goodness we weren't going to drive. I was pretty sure that would be a three day adventure. I would have to purchase plane tickets. I'd have to dig out my passport as well.
As it turned out a family emergency came up and I would have to meet you there later than we had planned. I'd be taking the trip alone.
It was good that things were going so well between us. That was a long and curious trip. Three different planes, four airports (one which I got to spend five hours enjoying). I especially loved the little jet I boarded at Logan International. The other passengers and I had to walk across the tarmac to reach it. As we were being escorted to the plane, by the pilot no less, I realized we were getting wet. I thought it had started to sleet, but the pilot explained it was just the over-spray from a nearby plane being deiced.
'Where the hell do you live, and why am I being subjected to this bizarre, almost comical journey?' I was beginning to wonder.
Reaching the small plane we boarded and were entertained with the pilot trying to close the door. At one point he called on his co-pilot to offer a hand.
"Hey, Bob, can you help me with the door? It's sticking again."
Reassuring the twenty or so of us that all was good, we were off to the next airport in Nova Scotia. A lovely airport, but not much to do for five hours. I did eventually find something to pass the time. More about that later.
'You had better be ready to fuck this trip out of me, dear. Or have some jewelry on hand,' I thought about telling my boyfriend whenever I got there.
Eventually I arrived in Gander, Newfoundland after midnight. I had left my house at eight that morning. The only enjoyable part of that trip was the landing and take-offs. I love the thrill of flying and the safety of landing. Taking off gives me an almost sexual thrill. I do admit to quietly masturbating under the blanket the airline provided, after each take-off, my seatmates almost never the wiser. I can masturbate quietly while smiling and carrying on a conversation with my co-travelers.
Yes, I am showing my age, readers. Airlines used to provide blankets and pillows. I also received several meals that day and not just a tiny bit of soda or a bag of pretzels. Because it was before awareness of allergies, I also had a purse full of peanuts by the time I arrived.
On one leg of my journey, I pulled a blanket over me and surreptitiously undid my jeans. Reaching a hand down I shifted in my seat to let my fingers spread my lips. I could use just two fingers and slowly rub my clit and let a finger occasionally slip into my pussy. Closing my eyes, I rub, thinking of my boyfriend. Picturing his cock thrusting in and out of me, or his mouth tasting my sweet pussy. He does amazing things with his tongue and his lips. I admit to thinking more about his cock on this trip.
His was the first I had seen that wasn't circumcised, something not very common in Americans. I loved playing with it and rolling his foreskin back and forth. I always ended up with fits of giggles every time I rolled back that skin and saw the head emerge. He is highly amused whenever I marvel over his cock.
I'm lost in these thoughts when my seat mate leans over, places a hand on my shoulder and asks if I am okay.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I think you were having a bad dream. You were making some interesting noises. I hope you're all right?"
Blushing I tell him I'm fine. My earlier assertions of being able to masturbate quietly aren't always true.
"It's been a long day traveling and I'm a bit over-tired. Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine." I tell him.
I'm starting to think he knows what I was doing. He does have a knowing smile on his face.
"I'm glad you're okay. Please go back to sleep, I think you really need that nap. I'll just read my book," he tells me as he gives me that smile again.
Knowing that he is most likely aware of what I'm up to doesn't deter me from finishing what I started. In fact, the thought of him knowing makes it even better. I am an exhibitionist at heart.
Closing my eyes again, I get back to work and soon I have made myself cum. Trying not to squirm in my seat too much. Keeping the sighs and moans to a minimum I keep my fingers busy, slowly moving them around and feeling how wet and sticky they've become.
Finally reaching my destination, the ten or so of us leave the plane and enter the terminal. I am more surprised at how quiet and small it is than by the fact that I don't see my boyfriend there. Everyone collects their bags and exits the building, leaving just me and the person behind the ticket counter. It is snowing quite heavily by now, and the very nice airport lady politely inquired if someone was meeting me.
"My boyfriend should have been here by now," I tell her. Thinking he better get here soon or that blowjob surprise I had planned on greeting him with is off the table.
At that minute he did arrive and breathlessly explained that the roads had been quite bad. He apologized profusely.
"It's a good thing you got here when you did," I tell him. " I think they were getting ready to roll up the runways and close the airport.
"Where the hell do you live?" I half-jokingly asked him.
Laughing, he wrapped his arms around me and promised it would be worth the trip and that I would love Newfoundland.
Exiting the airport we made our way to the car. It was snowing steadily now. I stopped for a moment to just enjoy the sight and sounds of a snowstorm. It was quite beautiful and I found myself forgiving my boyfriend for being late. Even though it was cold I felt myself heating up as he and I embraced and kissed, feeling his warm lips and his hand on my ass, making the long trip worthwhile.
Running across the parking lot we throw my bags in the trunk. (My only regret it being winter and he couldn't have picked me up on his motorcycle.) He had even left the car running so it would be warm for me. Worrying about crime wasn't an issue here.
After having had such a long trip, I found myself craving his touch on my body. We had always been quite physical and it never mattered how much I had played with myself, I still needed his hands on me. Unable to keep them to myself, as soon as we got in the car, I reached over to feel him through the crotch of his jeans. Happily, finding him already hard. My presence has always had that effect on him, I am pleased to say.
Groaning, he leans back in his seat as I undo his belt and free my favorite treat. He'd been gone for a week and I had missed him. All parts of him. His cock, free of its clothing restraints, pops out as if giving me a wave hello.
I giggled, "I see he still loves me."
"Oh, baby, he does and he's missed you. I don't think he's gone a whole week without seeing you."
"Well, let's make sure that doesn't happen again," I tell him as I lower my head to his lap.
I love the smell of my boyfriend and how soft his skin on his cock is. I wrap my cold hands around it and give it a few strokes up and down. Pulling his foreskin back and letting my tongue dart out and tease the tip. Wetting my tongue with the sweet pre-cum already seeping out. Eventually his cock becomes so hard that I can no longer pull his foreskin back and forth. I know he's ready for my mouth now. Leaning his head back he lets out a soft groan as he feels my lips wrap around the head of his cock. They are still a little cold from being outside.
I let my mouth slide slowly down his shaft as my hand cups his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. As I am doing this I feel him reach over and place his hand on my crotch, grabbing me firmly.
"Oh, baby, I can feel how wet your are even through those jeans. Has my baby been being bad on the trip up?"
It's a mostly rhetorical question. He knows me quite well by now. I manage to masturbate everywhere. He loves it. He was afraid at first that it meant he wasn't satisfying me. He's learned since that isn't the case. The more I masturbate the more sex I want to have. The more sex we have, the more I want to masturbate, thinking about sex. It's a lovely circle, one that he's grown to love. In fact, watching me masturbate has become one of his favorite things to do. He'll see how long he can keep his hands off me. Not long, but he's getting better.
Moving my lips off of him I look up at him. "What do you think, honey? Do you think I could have gone over twelve hours without playing with myself?"
"I already know the answer," he replies. "I just love you telling me about it. Not right now though, your mouth is needed elsewhere."
Laughing, I nod my head. "I'll tell you later about my seatmate and about how I spent those five hours in the airport in Nova Scotia."
Getting back to business, I lean back down and give his balls several long wet licks. With one hand holding them up to my mouth I gently suck one into my mouth. I let it roll around, hearing his sharp intake of breath. He loves it when I suck on his balls. I switch to the other one and give it the same treatment. Groaning more loudly now, I can feel his hand gripping my pussy tightly through my jeans. Even though there is so much fabric between his hand and my skin, I still find myself getting wetter. He has that effect on me. We are a good match.
I bring my lips back to the head of his cock now as I work on pleasing him. He continues alternately gripping my mound tightly and rubbing it hard. He can make me cum just by his hand motions through my pants. I feel his urgency now as his other hand settles on the back of my head. Pushing it down firmly. I give his leaking cock a few more swirls of my tongue and run it along the shaft. Feeling that firm push I know it's time to stop teasing him and I open my mouth further and let his cock slide into my mouth. That silky smooth skin and thick cock filling my mouth makes me let out a groan of my own.
Shifting my hips to let his hand have more access to my pussy, I move my crotch up and down on his hand. Pushing my head down, I can now feel his cock hit the back of my throat. He usually goes a little slower, but it's been over a week now, so I understand. Not giving me time to adjust to this thick cock he pushes my head down even further, gagging me, but also getting that wet stream of hot saliva wetting his cock like he loves. Letting his hand release my head I pull my mouth up and then back down relaxing my throat and starting a rhythm he enjoys so much.
Just knowing how much he loves this and feeling the pressure of his hand on my mound, I feel my first orgasm beginning. Not the first of the day or the last, but the first with him today. Letting go, I grind my jean covered pussy onto his hand. As I cum I move my mouth more quickly off and on his cock. I need to feel him cum too. I want to taste his cum. I've missed it.
"Faster, baby, deeper! I don't think I can last much longer. It's been too long. Cum for me one more time!" my boyfriend demands.
He doesn't need to ask twice. I let his cock slide even further down my throat as I give his balls a squeeze. Feeling how tight they are becoming, I can tell he's close. Saliva is dripping out of my mouth getting my hands and his balls wet. Knowing he's going to cum in my mouth, I cum again. I'm moaning and groaning around his cock and still grinding against his hand. Then I hear his growl as he starts to cum. The first spurt of his creamy cum goes right down the back of my throat. He pushes and pulls my head up and down as his cum fills my mouth. I try to swallow it all but can't keep up. Some of it leaks out of my mouth. It has been over a week by now, the poor man.
He finally finishes as I keep swallowing, and then lick the cum I missed off his balls and my hands. I sit back up and smile widely at him. I give him a long kiss. He loves tasting himself on my lips. He wraps me in his arms and holds me tightly to him.
"Thank you so much baby, I really needed that," he states the obvious.
"You know I needed it too. Although I think you have some more business when we get to the house." I giggle at him.
"I'm so happy you're here. I can't wait to show you my home and all the things I love about Newfoundland. I have some things planned that I think you'll really like," he tells me.
"Have you ever been on a snowmobile?" he asks.
"No I haven't," I tell him.
"You'll love it, and knowing you, I'll bet you'll like it even better when we have sex on it."
I just smile at him, thinking, 'This is going to be a great week.'
To be continued......
We had our first Christmas together and then you were returning home to Canada for a visit. I was pleased and surprised when you asked me to join you and meet your family. I just wondered how we were going to get there. Thank goodness we weren't going to drive. I was pretty sure that would be a three day adventure. I would have to purchase plane tickets. I'd have to dig out my passport as well.
As it turned out a family emergency came up and I would have to meet you there later than we had planned. I'd be taking the trip alone.
It was good that things were going so well between us. That was a long and curious trip. Three different planes, four airports (one which I got to spend five hours enjoying). I especially loved the little jet I boarded at Logan International. The other passengers and I had to walk across the tarmac to reach it. As we were being escorted to the plane, by the pilot no less, I realized we were getting wet. I thought it had started to sleet, but the pilot explained it was just the over-spray from a nearby plane being deiced.
'Where the hell do you live, and why am I being subjected to this bizarre, almost comical journey?' I was beginning to wonder.
Reaching the small plane we boarded and were entertained with the pilot trying to close the door. At one point he called on his co-pilot to offer a hand.
"Hey, Bob, can you help me with the door? It's sticking again."
Reassuring the twenty or so of us that all was good, we were off to the next airport in Nova Scotia. A lovely airport, but not much to do for five hours. I did eventually find something to pass the time. More about that later.
'You had better be ready to fuck this trip out of me, dear. Or have some jewelry on hand,' I thought about telling my boyfriend whenever I got there.
Eventually I arrived in Gander, Newfoundland after midnight. I had left my house at eight that morning. The only enjoyable part of that trip was the landing and take-offs. I love the thrill of flying and the safety of landing. Taking off gives me an almost sexual thrill. I do admit to quietly masturbating under the blanket the airline provided, after each take-off, my seatmates almost never the wiser. I can masturbate quietly while smiling and carrying on a conversation with my co-travelers.
Yes, I am showing my age, readers. Airlines used to provide blankets and pillows. I also received several meals that day and not just a tiny bit of soda or a bag of pretzels. Because it was before awareness of allergies, I also had a purse full of peanuts by the time I arrived.
On one leg of my journey, I pulled a blanket over me and surreptitiously undid my jeans. Reaching a hand down I shifted in my seat to let my fingers spread my lips. I could use just two fingers and slowly rub my clit and let a finger occasionally slip into my pussy. Closing my eyes, I rub, thinking of my boyfriend. Picturing his cock thrusting in and out of me, or his mouth tasting my sweet pussy. He does amazing things with his tongue and his lips. I admit to thinking more about his cock on this trip.
His was the first I had seen that wasn't circumcised, something not very common in Americans. I loved playing with it and rolling his foreskin back and forth. I always ended up with fits of giggles every time I rolled back that skin and saw the head emerge. He is highly amused whenever I marvel over his cock.
I'm lost in these thoughts when my seat mate leans over, places a hand on my shoulder and asks if I am okay.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I think you were having a bad dream. You were making some interesting noises. I hope you're all right?"
Blushing I tell him I'm fine. My earlier assertions of being able to masturbate quietly aren't always true.
"It's been a long day traveling and I'm a bit over-tired. Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine." I tell him.
I'm starting to think he knows what I was doing. He does have a knowing smile on his face.
"I'm glad you're okay. Please go back to sleep, I think you really need that nap. I'll just read my book," he tells me as he gives me that smile again.
Knowing that he is most likely aware of what I'm up to doesn't deter me from finishing what I started. In fact, the thought of him knowing makes it even better. I am an exhibitionist at heart.
Closing my eyes again, I get back to work and soon I have made myself cum. Trying not to squirm in my seat too much. Keeping the sighs and moans to a minimum I keep my fingers busy, slowly moving them around and feeling how wet and sticky they've become.
Finally reaching my destination, the ten or so of us leave the plane and enter the terminal. I am more surprised at how quiet and small it is than by the fact that I don't see my boyfriend there. Everyone collects their bags and exits the building, leaving just me and the person behind the ticket counter. It is snowing quite heavily by now, and the very nice airport lady politely inquired if someone was meeting me.
"My boyfriend should have been here by now," I tell her. Thinking he better get here soon or that blowjob surprise I had planned on greeting him with is off the table.
At that minute he did arrive and breathlessly explained that the roads had been quite bad. He apologized profusely.
"It's a good thing you got here when you did," I tell him. " I think they were getting ready to roll up the runways and close the airport.
"Where the hell do you live?" I half-jokingly asked him.
Laughing, he wrapped his arms around me and promised it would be worth the trip and that I would love Newfoundland.
Exiting the airport we made our way to the car. It was snowing steadily now. I stopped for a moment to just enjoy the sight and sounds of a snowstorm. It was quite beautiful and I found myself forgiving my boyfriend for being late. Even though it was cold I felt myself heating up as he and I embraced and kissed, feeling his warm lips and his hand on my ass, making the long trip worthwhile.
Running across the parking lot we throw my bags in the trunk. (My only regret it being winter and he couldn't have picked me up on his motorcycle.) He had even left the car running so it would be warm for me. Worrying about crime wasn't an issue here.
After having had such a long trip, I found myself craving his touch on my body. We had always been quite physical and it never mattered how much I had played with myself, I still needed his hands on me. Unable to keep them to myself, as soon as we got in the car, I reached over to feel him through the crotch of his jeans. Happily, finding him already hard. My presence has always had that effect on him, I am pleased to say.
Groaning, he leans back in his seat as I undo his belt and free my favorite treat. He'd been gone for a week and I had missed him. All parts of him. His cock, free of its clothing restraints, pops out as if giving me a wave hello.
I giggled, "I see he still loves me."
"Oh, baby, he does and he's missed you. I don't think he's gone a whole week without seeing you."
"Well, let's make sure that doesn't happen again," I tell him as I lower my head to his lap.
I love the smell of my boyfriend and how soft his skin on his cock is. I wrap my cold hands around it and give it a few strokes up and down. Pulling his foreskin back and letting my tongue dart out and tease the tip. Wetting my tongue with the sweet pre-cum already seeping out. Eventually his cock becomes so hard that I can no longer pull his foreskin back and forth. I know he's ready for my mouth now. Leaning his head back he lets out a soft groan as he feels my lips wrap around the head of his cock. They are still a little cold from being outside.
I let my mouth slide slowly down his shaft as my hand cups his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. As I am doing this I feel him reach over and place his hand on my crotch, grabbing me firmly.
"Oh, baby, I can feel how wet your are even through those jeans. Has my baby been being bad on the trip up?"
It's a mostly rhetorical question. He knows me quite well by now. I manage to masturbate everywhere. He loves it. He was afraid at first that it meant he wasn't satisfying me. He's learned since that isn't the case. The more I masturbate the more sex I want to have. The more sex we have, the more I want to masturbate, thinking about sex. It's a lovely circle, one that he's grown to love. In fact, watching me masturbate has become one of his favorite things to do. He'll see how long he can keep his hands off me. Not long, but he's getting better.
Moving my lips off of him I look up at him. "What do you think, honey? Do you think I could have gone over twelve hours without playing with myself?"
"I already know the answer," he replies. "I just love you telling me about it. Not right now though, your mouth is needed elsewhere."
Laughing, I nod my head. "I'll tell you later about my seatmate and about how I spent those five hours in the airport in Nova Scotia."
Getting back to business, I lean back down and give his balls several long wet licks. With one hand holding them up to my mouth I gently suck one into my mouth. I let it roll around, hearing his sharp intake of breath. He loves it when I suck on his balls. I switch to the other one and give it the same treatment. Groaning more loudly now, I can feel his hand gripping my pussy tightly through my jeans. Even though there is so much fabric between his hand and my skin, I still find myself getting wetter. He has that effect on me. We are a good match.
I bring my lips back to the head of his cock now as I work on pleasing him. He continues alternately gripping my mound tightly and rubbing it hard. He can make me cum just by his hand motions through my pants. I feel his urgency now as his other hand settles on the back of my head. Pushing it down firmly. I give his leaking cock a few more swirls of my tongue and run it along the shaft. Feeling that firm push I know it's time to stop teasing him and I open my mouth further and let his cock slide into my mouth. That silky smooth skin and thick cock filling my mouth makes me let out a groan of my own.
Shifting my hips to let his hand have more access to my pussy, I move my crotch up and down on his hand. Pushing my head down, I can now feel his cock hit the back of my throat. He usually goes a little slower, but it's been over a week now, so I understand. Not giving me time to adjust to this thick cock he pushes my head down even further, gagging me, but also getting that wet stream of hot saliva wetting his cock like he loves. Letting his hand release my head I pull my mouth up and then back down relaxing my throat and starting a rhythm he enjoys so much.
Just knowing how much he loves this and feeling the pressure of his hand on my mound, I feel my first orgasm beginning. Not the first of the day or the last, but the first with him today. Letting go, I grind my jean covered pussy onto his hand. As I cum I move my mouth more quickly off and on his cock. I need to feel him cum too. I want to taste his cum. I've missed it.
"Faster, baby, deeper! I don't think I can last much longer. It's been too long. Cum for me one more time!" my boyfriend demands.
He doesn't need to ask twice. I let his cock slide even further down my throat as I give his balls a squeeze. Feeling how tight they are becoming, I can tell he's close. Saliva is dripping out of my mouth getting my hands and his balls wet. Knowing he's going to cum in my mouth, I cum again. I'm moaning and groaning around his cock and still grinding against his hand. Then I hear his growl as he starts to cum. The first spurt of his creamy cum goes right down the back of my throat. He pushes and pulls my head up and down as his cum fills my mouth. I try to swallow it all but can't keep up. Some of it leaks out of my mouth. It has been over a week by now, the poor man.
He finally finishes as I keep swallowing, and then lick the cum I missed off his balls and my hands. I sit back up and smile widely at him. I give him a long kiss. He loves tasting himself on my lips. He wraps me in his arms and holds me tightly to him.
"Thank you so much baby, I really needed that," he states the obvious.
"You know I needed it too. Although I think you have some more business when we get to the house." I giggle at him.
"I'm so happy you're here. I can't wait to show you my home and all the things I love about Newfoundland. I have some things planned that I think you'll really like," he tells me.
"Have you ever been on a snowmobile?" he asks.
"No I haven't," I tell him.
"You'll love it, and knowing you, I'll bet you'll like it even better when we have sex on it."
I just smile at him, thinking, 'This is going to be a great week.'
To be continued......
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