Danny

I opened my eyes and I was in the plane. I wasn’t sure what I had done, but then it came back to me and the man lying next to me was smiling with the biggest grin on his face. What we had done was now coming clear and I was wet and a little sticky as I touched my naked stomach. My skirt was hiked up to me waist and I could feel wetness between my legs and on the clothing itself. I closed my eyes for a minute and sighed. What the hell had I just done?

“Shit, how long was I out for?”

While I didn’t quite remember what happened, I knew what had occurred. It wasn’t the first time that it had happened and I rubbed my eyes, still soaked and that at least told me that I hadn’t been out too long.

“A few minutes. I must be slipping because I used to be able to lay you out all night.”

I smiled at him and his need for me to stroke his pride. Mack didn’t usually go fishing for compliments, so I had to wonder if he had a moment of self-doubt. That was not something that I would have attributed to him in the past. He was always so sure of himself.

“I hadn’t done that in years Mack. You did well.”

He snorted and I didn’t know if he was happy or not with the answer. He was lying next to me and I was on my back, while he was on his side. His fingers were running along the side of me and I closed my eyes for a minute. This felt too good. It was a feeling that I could get used to again and the thought made me hop up. A few days ago he was going to the reunion with another woman and now we were lying together on the floor of a plane in our own wetness.

“That’s a shame because it’s hot as hell Danny. I dreamed about it countless times through the years after you left.”

Mack kept going back to it being me who left, even in the most normal and mundane of conversation. It always went back to that.

“Thanks for that. Now I’m starving.”

I started to get up to my feet and he stopped me. “Where are you going?”

“Clean off and get dried off so we can go to the restaurant. I’m starving now.”

“I am too, but you don’t want to work up that appetite a little bit more?”

Considering that I had passed out for a few minutes already, I didn’t think a round two was in order for my mind or my body. It was always overwhelming when we were together and after so long without experiencing this new range of emotions, I was ready for some introspection that wasn’t going to take place with his hard cock still out and me still dripping with our pleasure. I got up and I could feel some of the moisture running down my skin.

I’d seen a bathroom when I first came in and I closed the door after me, dodging his kisses on my way in. he had gotten back in and now I was still shaking from the experience and my heart was pounding a little harder in my chest.

Looking at myself in the mirror, my makeup was running a little and my hair was wild around me. What the hell had I gotten myself into? A night out to reminisce had turned into something else altogether.

My hands were shaky as I washed our pleasure from my body and noticed that there was even a little on my face. It had been ages since I’d came like that. Ever since Mack. It has always been Mack and now with that over and the complications of it all looming in my mind, I asked myself again what it was that I was doing. I’d promised myself all day that I wasn’t going to do this and I hadn’t even made it off the plane.

Mack called to me and asked if I was okay. I had probably been there a while and I was thankful that it was nearly full size and there was room to move around. I had to think and it was getting harder to as I heard his voice again. I was hearing Mack saying different words and the remembering the way his fingers had felt on my core.

The thought made me shiver. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Taking a deep breath, I tried to get myself together. I didn’t know how I was supposed to think. He was going to be out there and I didn’t want to face him, didn’t know if I even could, but I had to get out of the bathroom. I couldn’t hide in here forever, no matter how good it sounded at the minute. Right now I was actually pretty hungry and we were in New Orleans. My expectations were high that it was going to work out just fine.

When I did get back out of the bathroom, he still had that look in his eyes that was hard to deny. He was smiling because he knew that he had done everything he said he was going to do. It had always been that way. We’d gotten into it for many of our differences. We had financial differences, fun time, school, work, but never did we disagree on sex. It was always amazing and what the last hour with him had showed was that it was still that way. It still felt amazing and he knew it.

“Are you ready to go?”

I was, but there was a problem. “I don’t have anything to wear and I can’t wear this Mack. It’s all wet.”

That just made him smile more and I groaned inwardly. He was enjoying this far too much. His dark eyes were flashing with pleasure and the dimple in his cheek was back. “You don’t know how much I love that you’re that wet. It’s been a long time since I was drenched like that, but I don’t mind walking around in it. It’s all over my shirt and jacket.”

I could see that he was right, but the black helped to cover up the fact that it looked like someone had thrown a drink at him. I wasn’t as comfortable as he was to go out in public like this. I couldn’t ask him to take me back home to change, so I wasn’t sure what to do.

“We can have the driver stop at a store and you can pick something out. I’m sure you will find something that you like her. There are tons of boutiques in the French Quarter, not far from where we are going.”

I agreed, but I didn’t like the idea of others knowing why we were going there. My clothes were grey and white, so the wetness was far easier to see and I wished then that I would have gotten naked, but I’d been in such a rush. I was regretting that now. I was regretting it a lot.

As we left the plane, the staff that was on it was outside and I didn’t meet any of their eyes. I was sure that they had heard, if not seen what we were doing. I don’t know where my head had been and now I was worried about what they thought of me. I was still soaked and then there was the puddle that I’d left on the carpet.

The first time I’d come like that was with Mack. It happened on accident at first and I had been horrified, even though he’d loved it. The idea of it made me even more nervous because once he learned how to do it all the time, Mack constantly wanted me to squirt on him. He liked the mess and didn’t care where it happened, as long as I soaked him every time.

For a long time after Mack, I didn’t understand why I couldn’t do it again. In some ways I was happy about it because it was a lot and it was something that embarrassed me, but I missed the intensity of it. It was like coming ten times in one and the result was a lack of consciousness on occasion. This time had been no different, but now I was starting to realize it wasn’t a fluke or because I was so young when I was with Mack that I came like that. No, it was Mack. It’d always been Mack and it was hard to think that it would ever change.

The driver opened the door to the car that was waiting for us and I got in as quickly as I could so that they couldn’t see me. I may have been being paranoid, but I had a feeling that what we just did was going to be talked about and I hated the idea of it. It was so embarrassing.

The car was leaving in a direction of dry clothes hopefully and I sat back. I just closed my eyes and shook my head. How humiliating.