Chapter 1
Their plane landed early. It was almost as if the airline knew how much they needed to be together tonight. Jess couldn't wait much longer, seeing as how she and Clark, her handsome husband, had been making out and fondling each other since take off four hours ago in Los Angeles. If it weren't for Clark's stupid rules they would have joined the Mile-High Club as soon as the captain turned off the fasten seatbelts sign. Jess had attempted to get Clark to break the rule by wearing the bare legal minimum for clothing.
Her blouse, if two strips of cloth could be called a blouse, was made of an almost see through white cotton, knotted behind her neck and ran in two strips down her front, crossing over her amply proportioned breasts and then wrapping around her slim waist to accent her flat abdomen with its picture perfect navel. The effect was stunningly brazen and definitely left nothing to the imagination. She had intentionally worn white to contrast with her completely perfect tan. A tan that was obviously free of any tan-lines. The complementary light blue skirt was barely long enough to cover the necessary parts so as not to be fined for indecent exposure, but clearly was chosen so that if access was necessary there would be a minimum amount of barrier. Out from her skirt came her long, smooth, bronze legs that were both muscular and soft at the same time. On her right ankle was the promise anklet Clark had given her for their six month anniversary. The white-gold anklet was flecked with yellow gold knot-work that perfectly matched the engagement ring he had given her one month later. She had never taken either off once, since that day, which had caused a bit of an issue as they went through security at LAX, but in the end she got her way and did not have to take the jewelry pieces off. The ensemble was completed by a pair of sandals that matched the band in her hair. All in all, it was difficult for most of the other passengers and even the crew to keep their eyes off Jess. Jess only cared about one set of eyes, the piercing blue ones that were looking into hers now: Clark's eyes.
Sometimes she would get lost in those blue eyes. They stood out as Clark's most dominant facial feature. His tan complexion, pitch black hair and eyebrows and the set of his nose and jaw seemed to draw all attention to his eyes. The thing Jess loved most about his eyes were the way they subtly changed color depending on how the light hit them. Right now the glint of the sunlight coming through the window seemed to make his eyes smolder in their own blue fire. As usually happened when she stared into his eyes, she was at once overwhelmed with two feelings: to need to kiss him urgently and the need to rip his clothes off. Since he has shown that his powers of self-restraint were intact she opted for the former.
Twisting in her seat she reached her arms around his neck so as to pull him close enough to kiss. This was the norm, since she was only five feet, six inches tall and Clark was halfway past six feet on his way to seven. As if telepathically linked, Clark was already in motion before she had even decided to move her arms. He reached contorted his body so that they were able to see eye to eye. Then they were kissing. The kisses had started out more demurely this morning when they were in the terminal, but now six hours later they were passionate and barely restrained. These overt displays of affection had caused the crew and the four other passengers in first class to blush and squirm embarrassedly. Jess didn't care, but Clark always seemed to know the exact moment to break their embrace so that Jess didn't feel the need to start undressing them both or had her problem. What Clark didn't know was that Jess had long since soaked through her panties and had to thrice go to the bathroom to take them off and wring them out so that she didn't leave a wet spot on the seat. Jess didn't know how long she was going to be able to hold out. She was going to have her problem and soon if this plane didn't taxi faster to the terminal.
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Jess's problem was that when Clark touched her or more importantly when touched certain parts of her body, Jess had a body convulsing orgasm. They had discovered this fact the night of their three month anniversary. The anniversary did not go as Jess had planned. They were going to go away for the weekend to Palm Springs, but Jess's boss had given her an impossible deadline which meant she was going to have to work through the weekend digging through the newspaper archives. Clark surprised her by showing up with a picnic basket filled with a romantic dinner. He had gotten all of her favorites and topped it all off with a necklace. The necklace had a heart shaped locket with a picture of him inside wearing a tight, white t-shirt with a red heart over the chest. She looked from the locket up to his face confused. He explained that this way no matter where she was she'd have his heart with her. This brought on the kiss that started it all.
As their lips touched Jess felt a tingle begin in her mouth. The kiss continued and the tingle became a spark that launched electric shocks through her body. He effortlessly lifted her up onto one of the long research tables to make it easier to kiss her given their difference in height. Clark's touch sent additional sparks flying from her waist. These met those that were from his kiss and headed straight toward her pelvis. When they arrived it was as if her body turned on the faucet. She was completely and totally drenched. Gushing torrents streamed into her panties and started running down her legs. The more urgently Clark kissed her the more powerful the gushing became. Jess couldn't believe it.
Normally, it took her thirty minutes to get wet and here Clark has done it with just a touch and a kiss. She tried to scoot forward on the table so that she could rub her wetness on his leg and get her clit some much needed attention. Almost as if he could read her mind he stepped back as few inches as he leaned in to start kissing her neck. Everywhere his lips or skin touched hers new shockwaves would ripple down her body heading straight for her wetness. It was getting uncomfortable not being able to rub her clit on something. She started moving her hand downward, but the way Clark was holding her made it difficult. She twisted to the side, which caused her erect right nipple to brush against Clark's forearm. That little touch was the catalyst for the largest most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.
The waves of pleasure began to crash harder and harder, until she could no longer keep up the motor skills necessary to continue kissing Clark. She would have slipped off the table if he had not been holding her so firm. She moaned and convulsed as if having a seizure for was seemed like forever. Leaving all space and time she gave herself over to the ecstasy. Reveling in the sensations, she disconnected from her body and it was almost as if she was floating through a river of pleasure. As if pleasure was tangible matter and you could wrap yourself up in it. The river went from being lazy to a thrashing torrent of white water ripples and rocky outcroppings. Twice she felt herself pulled under and was not even able to breathe from the weight of the pleasure pushing down on her.
It was sometime later when she was able to open her eyes. She was laying in Clark's lap. Her head was resting lightly on his shoulder, her face sticky with sweat. Searching for his face she looked up to find him staring intently down at her. She smiled a smile of complete contentment and lifted her head up to kiss him. He turned away and quickly kissed her on the forehead instead. The confused look on her face made him look guilty and answer, "I'd love to kiss your lips again, but I don't know if you'd survive another orgasm like that." She was instantly embarrassed and turned her face from his. It was then that she noticed the armrest was digging into her back and she got up. Noticing that she had sweat through her shirt and it was mostly see through she paused to look back at Clark. Once again he was one step ahead of her. He had shrugged out of his shirt and was holding it up for her to put on.
Once she put it on she noticed that Clark was standing there in just an undershirt. She was amazed again at how well he was built. His rippling muscles were almost ripping the shirt to shreds. And speaking of shreds, she looked at the research table to find all of her research ripped and strewn all over the room. Not wanting him to leave, but knowing she would not be able to restrain her impulses if he stayed she asked him to leave so that she could finish up her task. He agreed and when it kissed her briefly on the forehead as he left, she felt the tingling shoot through her again.
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As it was the flight attendant came by at that instant to collect the required Hawaiian Agricultural Declaration Form. Since Clark had not finished filling it out while they were in the air he had to dig it out of the seat front pocket and quickly fill it out. This gave Jess enough time to be able to compose herself and let the shockwaves subside.
Filling out the form occupied the remaining time for the plane to taxi to the terminal. They got their bags down from the overhead compartment and headed into the terminal. The air conditioning did wonders for cooling off the heat of Jess's body. Even though Clark had his arm around her side, the coolness of the terminal compensated wonderfully. As they exited the terminal and headed down the escalator to the baggage claim area the first breath of island air washed over them and the reality of the situation hit Jess like a semi-truck. Tonight she and Clark were going to finally have sex. She would finally be able to have him feel as wonderful as she did. Her plan came flooding instantly back into the forefront of her mind. She needed to keep her wits about her if her plan was going to succeed and she would be able to pleasure Clark as much as he deserved to be pleasured. Looking up at Clark, she smiled a wicked smile. Tonight she was at last going to see his naked body in all of its perfect glory. Tonight she was finally going to see his cock. Tonight she was going to make him cum for a change.
Their plane landed early. It was almost as if the airline knew how much they needed to be together tonight. Jess couldn't wait much longer, seeing as how she and Clark, her handsome husband, had been making out and fondling each other since take off four hours ago in Los Angeles. If it weren't for Clark's stupid rules they would have joined the Mile-High Club as soon as the captain turned off the fasten seatbelts sign. Jess had attempted to get Clark to break the rule by wearing the bare legal minimum for clothing.
Her blouse, if two strips of cloth could be called a blouse, was made of an almost see through white cotton, knotted behind her neck and ran in two strips down her front, crossing over her amply proportioned breasts and then wrapping around her slim waist to accent her flat abdomen with its picture perfect navel. The effect was stunningly brazen and definitely left nothing to the imagination. She had intentionally worn white to contrast with her completely perfect tan. A tan that was obviously free of any tan-lines. The complementary light blue skirt was barely long enough to cover the necessary parts so as not to be fined for indecent exposure, but clearly was chosen so that if access was necessary there would be a minimum amount of barrier. Out from her skirt came her long, smooth, bronze legs that were both muscular and soft at the same time. On her right ankle was the promise anklet Clark had given her for their six month anniversary. The white-gold anklet was flecked with yellow gold knot-work that perfectly matched the engagement ring he had given her one month later. She had never taken either off once, since that day, which had caused a bit of an issue as they went through security at LAX, but in the end she got her way and did not have to take the jewelry pieces off. The ensemble was completed by a pair of sandals that matched the band in her hair. All in all, it was difficult for most of the other passengers and even the crew to keep their eyes off Jess. Jess only cared about one set of eyes, the piercing blue ones that were looking into hers now: Clark's eyes.
Sometimes she would get lost in those blue eyes. They stood out as Clark's most dominant facial feature. His tan complexion, pitch black hair and eyebrows and the set of his nose and jaw seemed to draw all attention to his eyes. The thing Jess loved most about his eyes were the way they subtly changed color depending on how the light hit them. Right now the glint of the sunlight coming through the window seemed to make his eyes smolder in their own blue fire. As usually happened when she stared into his eyes, she was at once overwhelmed with two feelings: to need to kiss him urgently and the need to rip his clothes off. Since he has shown that his powers of self-restraint were intact she opted for the former.
Twisting in her seat she reached her arms around his neck so as to pull him close enough to kiss. This was the norm, since she was only five feet, six inches tall and Clark was halfway past six feet on his way to seven. As if telepathically linked, Clark was already in motion before she had even decided to move her arms. He reached contorted his body so that they were able to see eye to eye. Then they were kissing. The kisses had started out more demurely this morning when they were in the terminal, but now six hours later they were passionate and barely restrained. These overt displays of affection had caused the crew and the four other passengers in first class to blush and squirm embarrassedly. Jess didn't care, but Clark always seemed to know the exact moment to break their embrace so that Jess didn't feel the need to start undressing them both or had her problem. What Clark didn't know was that Jess had long since soaked through her panties and had to thrice go to the bathroom to take them off and wring them out so that she didn't leave a wet spot on the seat. Jess didn't know how long she was going to be able to hold out. She was going to have her problem and soon if this plane didn't taxi faster to the terminal.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Jess's problem was that when Clark touched her or more importantly when touched certain parts of her body, Jess had a body convulsing orgasm. They had discovered this fact the night of their three month anniversary. The anniversary did not go as Jess had planned. They were going to go away for the weekend to Palm Springs, but Jess's boss had given her an impossible deadline which meant she was going to have to work through the weekend digging through the newspaper archives. Clark surprised her by showing up with a picnic basket filled with a romantic dinner. He had gotten all of her favorites and topped it all off with a necklace. The necklace had a heart shaped locket with a picture of him inside wearing a tight, white t-shirt with a red heart over the chest. She looked from the locket up to his face confused. He explained that this way no matter where she was she'd have his heart with her. This brought on the kiss that started it all.
As their lips touched Jess felt a tingle begin in her mouth. The kiss continued and the tingle became a spark that launched electric shocks through her body. He effortlessly lifted her up onto one of the long research tables to make it easier to kiss her given their difference in height. Clark's touch sent additional sparks flying from her waist. These met those that were from his kiss and headed straight toward her pelvis. When they arrived it was as if her body turned on the faucet. She was completely and totally drenched. Gushing torrents streamed into her panties and started running down her legs. The more urgently Clark kissed her the more powerful the gushing became. Jess couldn't believe it.
Normally, it took her thirty minutes to get wet and here Clark has done it with just a touch and a kiss. She tried to scoot forward on the table so that she could rub her wetness on his leg and get her clit some much needed attention. Almost as if he could read her mind he stepped back as few inches as he leaned in to start kissing her neck. Everywhere his lips or skin touched hers new shockwaves would ripple down her body heading straight for her wetness. It was getting uncomfortable not being able to rub her clit on something. She started moving her hand downward, but the way Clark was holding her made it difficult. She twisted to the side, which caused her erect right nipple to brush against Clark's forearm. That little touch was the catalyst for the largest most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.
The waves of pleasure began to crash harder and harder, until she could no longer keep up the motor skills necessary to continue kissing Clark. She would have slipped off the table if he had not been holding her so firm. She moaned and convulsed as if having a seizure for was seemed like forever. Leaving all space and time she gave herself over to the ecstasy. Reveling in the sensations, she disconnected from her body and it was almost as if she was floating through a river of pleasure. As if pleasure was tangible matter and you could wrap yourself up in it. The river went from being lazy to a thrashing torrent of white water ripples and rocky outcroppings. Twice she felt herself pulled under and was not even able to breathe from the weight of the pleasure pushing down on her.
It was sometime later when she was able to open her eyes. She was laying in Clark's lap. Her head was resting lightly on his shoulder, her face sticky with sweat. Searching for his face she looked up to find him staring intently down at her. She smiled a smile of complete contentment and lifted her head up to kiss him. He turned away and quickly kissed her on the forehead instead. The confused look on her face made him look guilty and answer, "I'd love to kiss your lips again, but I don't know if you'd survive another orgasm like that." She was instantly embarrassed and turned her face from his. It was then that she noticed the armrest was digging into her back and she got up. Noticing that she had sweat through her shirt and it was mostly see through she paused to look back at Clark. Once again he was one step ahead of her. He had shrugged out of his shirt and was holding it up for her to put on.
Once she put it on she noticed that Clark was standing there in just an undershirt. She was amazed again at how well he was built. His rippling muscles were almost ripping the shirt to shreds. And speaking of shreds, she looked at the research table to find all of her research ripped and strewn all over the room. Not wanting him to leave, but knowing she would not be able to restrain her impulses if he stayed she asked him to leave so that she could finish up her task. He agreed and when it kissed her briefly on the forehead as he left, she felt the tingling shoot through her again.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
As it was the flight attendant came by at that instant to collect the required Hawaiian Agricultural Declaration Form. Since Clark had not finished filling it out while they were in the air he had to dig it out of the seat front pocket and quickly fill it out. This gave Jess enough time to be able to compose herself and let the shockwaves subside.
Filling out the form occupied the remaining time for the plane to taxi to the terminal. They got their bags down from the overhead compartment and headed into the terminal. The air conditioning did wonders for cooling off the heat of Jess's body. Even though Clark had his arm around her side, the coolness of the terminal compensated wonderfully. As they exited the terminal and headed down the escalator to the baggage claim area the first breath of island air washed over them and the reality of the situation hit Jess like a semi-truck. Tonight she and Clark were going to finally have sex. She would finally be able to have him feel as wonderful as she did. Her plan came flooding instantly back into the forefront of her mind. She needed to keep her wits about her if her plan was going to succeed and she would be able to pleasure Clark as much as he deserved to be pleasured. Looking up at Clark, she smiled a wicked smile. Tonight she was at last going to see his naked body in all of its perfect glory. Tonight she was finally going to see his cock. Tonight she was going to make him cum for a change.
