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to
touch Helena from a difficult angle and of trying not to moan as she tugged
almost angrily at his cock.
    Soon he was
rubbing her clit hard – the movements of his arm might even have been
obvious to a passing stewardess. Helena too was throwing caution to the wind
and her arm was visibly moving up and down as she dominated his straining
penis. She saw him close his eyes for several seconds and then twitch in his
seat. He was close. She knew it. At last, he whispered in her ear: “Now. Now .”
    Carefully, but perhaps
not as carefully as she might have done had she not been more than a little
tipsy and about one minute away from a hot, wet climax, she removed her hand
from his pants. He withdrew his hand too. Both of them surreptitiously made the
necessary adjustments, then Adam folded his blanket, stood up, and placed it on
his seat. He glanced around, nodded at a stewardess who was probably getting a
bit of an eyeful of the handsome beast (did Helena notice her glance subtly
towards that reasonably obvious bulge below his waist?) and strolled to the
toilet cubicle.
    Helena counted to
ten, as agreed. It was a fast count, admittedly, but she did count to ten. He
never said it had to be ten seconds , or that she had to say ‘elephant’
between each number or anything like that. ‘Just count to ten,’ he had said.
She rose, her blanket fell to the floor, and she walked quickly to the same
cubicle. It said ‘vacant’, and she let herself in.
     
    Normally, Helena
would have been interested to see just how much more luxurious the business
class lavatory was compared to the economy toilet, but at this point things
like bathroom fixtures and fittings and the softness of loo paper were not
foremost on her mind. Adam looked tall, strong. She looked at his blue eyes as
he reached out to flick the lock on the door.
    He put his arms
around her and finally they were kissing. Open-mouthed, urgently they kissed,
her hands immediately grasping for his perfect arse, something she had wanted
to do since they boarded the plane. His hands slid up under her dress,
delicately squeezing her naked backside, his fingers tracing the thin strip of
material making up her thong.
    Time, however, was
short. There’s rarely a queue for business class loos, but, still, it’s
preferable to avoid tumbling out of a cubicle two by two in front of a small
audience. Accordingly, Helena’s hands slipped round to the front of his jeans
and began pulling at them, popping the button, pawing the zip down and then
yanking both his jeans and his briefs down to his knees in one go. She put both
hands around his large, thick cock and kissed him harder, cupping it between
her hands and massaging it. He, with a little more grace and skill, tugged at
her thong and, with a wiggle from her, it dropped to the floor. He unbuttoned
her shirt quickly and before she could struggle out of it completely he was
reaching behind to unhook her bra.
    Helena wondered
whether they really had time to strip, but if she was going to be naked from
the waist up, then she wanted him nude too, so together they undid his buttons,
fumbling at them while their lips remained locked together until finally she
could press her soft breasts against his firm chest and get that electrifying
feeling of skin on skin.
    She started to
kiss down his body, moving rapidly, inevitably towards his penis, but he saw
what she was doing and with great dexterity he picked her up and swung her
round so that he now had his back to the door. He lifted her higher. “Kick off
your shoes,” he commanded. He then placed her on top of the closed toilet seat.
She stood there for a moment as he stepped back. Hair dishevelled, shirt and
bra and knickers and shoes on the floor, dressed now just in her creased skirt
and her stockings, she longed for him to take her. He grinned, bent down a
little, pushed her skirt upwards and then began kissing her hips, the tops of
her thighs and then, mercifully, he put his mouth to