Thankfully, she doesn’t. She yelps. You roll yours back in silent solidarity. “Look,” you say, shoving the thought from your head. “I’m sorry,” she says. “How about this?” she says, her voice low and sultry. Pressure builds in your balls and you slow slightly, not wanting this to end so soon. But looking at it now, you feel…nothing. “Hello!” she says loudly. Which you’re fine with. I, well, you–”
“I want to listen,” you say gently. “Have you ever had those jellybeans?”
She looks at you blankly. You feel your hand on your cock. You feel wanted in a way you’ve never felt before. “Just tell me that you need it and I’ll give it to you,” you say. “Are you sure you’re an accountant?”
She rolls her eyes. “Do you really want to have the ‘what are we?’ conversation after having sex in an airplane bathroom?”
“Isn’t that when we’re supposed to have it?”
You feel her breathing slow down. After about a minute of this, she proceeds to the main course.
