at the moment, so I’m still at home until it’s finished. It’s also on the land. I’ll give you a tour while you’re in Jackson.” He offers with a grin.
“That would be great.”
~~ Cade ~~
As I sit here listening to Rona tell us about being left at the altar and having no family, I feel my heart go out to her. She’s very attractive and has a soft seductive voice. I feel such a deep ache inside that I’ve never felt before and it surprises me with its intensity.
Not even Janice, the woman I married twenty-five years ago managed to bring out such a reaction. I’m ashamed to admit that the only reason I married her was because she was pregnant with Jake and Anna. The first time I slept with her she got pregnant. Then it was maybe two years after that, when we decided to try and make the marriage work for real. Then it wasn’t long after Beth arrived that she walked out on us.
I’m just about to jump back into the conversation when they announce our flight. “Do you need any help with your luggage or anything?” I ask her, although I can only see her purse.
“No, I checked my luggage in. I only have my purse. What about you two? Need a hand?” she asks me with a cheeky grin.
Grinning back at her, and boy is she gorgeous, I’m praying our seats are a bit away from hers on the plane. It’s already difficult keeping my body under control; sitting so close or in the next seat on the plane would make it difficult to keep my libido in check, never mind the brushing of thighs that would occur in the compact seats.
On the plane we realize our seats are actually in the same row and with a silent groan, I head towards them. I offer Rona the window seat which she accepts and then Jake shoots into the middle seat before I can get my act together. I got distracted with the shape of Rona’s perfect butt while she was getting into her seat.
Sitting on the aisle side has the advantage of being able to stretch my legs, as I always end up scrunched up. Jake, sitting so close to the woman in my thoughts, wasn’t helping my comfort on this occasion.
Once airborne, I decide I’d better visit the toilets to calm down before I do something to embarrass myself. Like telling Jake to stop chatting my woman up and to change seats with me. Or, before either one of them notices the hard-on in my jeans that I’m trying to hide under my t-shirt. It certainly isn’t something I want my son to witness.
“Excuse me a minute,” I say to both Jake and Rona. Unclipping my seat belt, I feel Rona’s eyes on me as I start to head towards the back of the plane to the toilets.
As soon as I enter, I shut the door and make sure it’s locked. The last thing I need right now is Rona walking in on me thinking the bathroom is vacant. Then again, maybe that could be the best thing to happen to me in a long time!
Leaning against the door, taking some deep breaths, I put my hand to the front of my jeans, groaning when it comes into contact with the hardness beneath. I unzip and my erection springs free. Wrapping my hand around, I move it up and down a couple of times. God, that feels good – this isn’t going to last long.
Moving away from the door, leaning slightly over the toilet seat, I rest my left arm against the wall. Shoving my jeans further down my legs, I slowly move my hand downwards over my aching cock to my balls. Massaging them – I leak pre-cum.
Groaning, I take a firm hold of my shaft. Starting to fist my cock; I think about Rona, what she would look like on her knees in front of me with her mouth wrapped around me. What it would feel like when she swallows around the tip. I harden even more. Moving my fist up and down, even faster – my balls pull up. Biting down on my arm, I come in what feels like the best friggin’ orgasm of my life.
Taking deep breaths and with legs that feel like jelly, I clean up.
God, I’ve never done anything like this in a public place before and I can’t believe I just have. I hope when