Sandra
Location: France

I have been waiting for this day for months now. Did I forget anything? I hope not, I’ve got the essential things with me: ID, flight number, cash, and my small luggage, It’s not like I am going to be needing much clothing where I’m going. I have found a sexy red dress, I didn’t forget to shave my legs and pussy, and I’ll do my makeup in the plane so no need to apply it right now. In less than 24 hours, I will be in his arms and it just makes me smile. Finally, I will be able to touch, taste, and smell what only my eyes and ears have fed me through our video sessions: Charles. I throw on my long-coat and head out the door to the waiting taxi below.

The ride to the airport and the process of checking my luggage and going through security at the terminal are simply a blur. My mind replays the long months of e-mails, chat sessions, video sessions. I feel myself blush and grow excited as, standing among the crowd waiting to board, my mind flashes across images of what we have been able to accomplish being so far apart from each other. I’m on the plane, and notice it’s not even half-full. An old man walks up to the row where I have already seated, stowed my carry-on, and fastened the belt. He rechecks his ticket and demands the window seat. I don’t even care and I move over with a smile that had nothing to do with being polite. He starts interrogating me, or at least that is what it feels like. I answer his questions and then politely beg him to be quiet, as I just want to enjoy this moment while the plane is taking off. Suddenly doubts irrationally flood my thoughts. I am hoping that Charles is not a serial killer, or rapist, or both. Too late, I’m off to the U.S.

Location: Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean

As the plane continues west, I’ve been thinking about everything I am going to do to him and him to me. The thought of his hard cock in my hands, in my mouth, sliding into my pussy, Oh! It’s starting to turn me on more and more and I squeeze my thighs together. I look out of the corner of my eye to the old man next to me. He seems to be immersed into his reading, or maybe he has fallen asleep. Why, oh why did I leave my trusty vibrator, Thumper, at home? Though I know I could never get away with the noise, I can still get some use out of him. I ask a Flight Attendant for a blanket and when she comes back with it, I lay it across my legs, lean the seat back and pull it up to my shoulders. I lean back and close my eyes, thinking that if I could just fall asleep I would be okay.