Sunday morning came so quick, I didn’t have enough time to reminisce on what had happened Friday night. And now, as I walked to the entrance of the airport, I felt anxious about seeing him again. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to confront what had happened just yet, but I also missed him. So much so that I was ready to push through the awkwardness and be in his presence regardless of how uncomfortable I felt.
The airport check-in was without incident; bag check, long line to get through customs, and then hurry to the waiting area and wait for boarding.
I scanned the room for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I picked a seat far from the main gate facing the tarmac and sat down.
A few minutes later, he arrived. I was so excited to see him that, without thinking, I got up and gave him a hug. I had never greeted him in that fashion before but, I was ecstatic to see him.
He hugged me back, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It almost made me cry. I missed him.
I motioned him to sit next to me and we started talking like nothing had happened. Things were back to normal, and I couldn’t be happier.
We continued talking for a few minutes, and they finally called for boarding. There was no assigned seating on the plane, so we sat together.
The first flight was short, just a quick 30 minutes to ATX. Regardless, I was so nervous. I didn’t mind flying, but it had been so long. I had forgotten that sense of anticipation before take-off.
“I freaking hate flying. If I would have had a choice, I would have driven. I should have driven, that would have been a fun 2-day trip. I would have made it on time if I would have left Friday after work. I could have been listening to music on the way, maybe an audiobook. That sounds way better than this,” I rambled. He put his hand on mine to calm me.
“You’re doing that thing where you talk a lot when you’re nervous,” he said and squeezed my hand a bit. He knew me better than I thought he did, and it gave me a weird sense of comfort. I breathed in and out twice to compose myself.
“Are you ok?” he asked. I nodded, but he kept his hand on mine. He must have sensed that my little panic attack was far from over. After what felt like an eternity, the plane took off.
Once we were in the air, he asked, “Do you think you’re ok now?” I turned to look at him and he looked down at his hand, still holding mine.
“Umm, yeah, I think so. No, yes, I am perfectly fine now,” I answered. I wasn’t nervous anymore. I just wasn’t sure I wanted him to let go of my hand just yet.
He let go of my hand. I hadn’t realized that this whole time he was leaning in towards me, trying to shield me from my distress.
As he sat back in his seat, I felt a hint of that emptiness I had felt Friday night after he left my car.
“So, how is it I didn’t know you were afraid of flying? We talked about this trip for weeks and not once did you mention it,” he asked, with a bit of a worried look on his face.
“I’m not scared of flying, it’s just the takeoff. I will do better on the next plane, I promise,” I answered.
“It’s ok, I didn’t mind helping you calm down. I can hold your hand on the next one also if you want,” he said, a slight hint of red in his cheeks.
I felt the blood rush to my face instantly. My face and ears turned bright red, and he smirked.
He was handsome, and at this precise moment, he knew it. I was doomed. He knew the impact his touch and his words had on me.
We arrived at the lay over airport and rushed to the next waiting area, as we only had a few minutes before the next plane would be boarded.
Almost as soon as we arrived, someone on the intercom said, “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. We apologize but our flight was overbooked because of a delay and unfortunately, we cannot accommodate all the passengers on this plane. We will have another plane departing in about an hour and anyone that does not fly with us right now will fly on the next one.” She proceeded to call out the tickets of passengers that would board this plane. Among them was his. Mine was never called.
“So much for you getting to hold my hand again,” I said with a bit of a forced chuckle.
He got up, not saying a word, and walked away. I sat there, confused. How could he just walk away and leave me there without saying anything? I would catch up with him in Philadelphia, but I thought our friendship was stronger than this total disregard.
A few minutes had passed, and I could feel tears pooling in my eyes. “Don’t you dare cry! Be a big girl and suck it up! He doesn’t owe you anything, so why are you so upset?” I thought to myself, trying hard to keep my tears from rolling down my cheeks.
Out of nowhere, I heard his deep voice behind me, “Come on, let’s go get something to eat, it’s going to be a while before the next plane shows up, it’s on me.”
I turned around quickly. He must have noticed the confusion on my face. “You didn’t think I was going to leave you alone here, did you?” he asked.
I stood up and shook my head. I had a huge smile on my face as we walked together toward the restaurants at the airport.
“Pizza?” he asked. I nodded.
“You don’t seem to be upset that we have to wait,” I told him while getting our pizza and finding a place to sit.
“Honestly, I’m used to this happening almost every time I fly. There is always a delay of some sort, plus I’m with you, so it’s not bad at all,” he said with a wink.
I felt my face getting red again. Why was this happening to me?! I hated that my face was a dead giveaway of my feelings toward him. He was all smiles; either he thought my reactions were amusing or he felt the same thing I did. I so desperately desired it was the latter. I knew we had lust between us. It was obvious from the bar incident, but I felt more than that and that was what made my whole-body fluster.
We sat at a table by the Pizza restaurant. We ate, talked, and laughed like we used to; I was so ecstatic that we were back to normal. An hour came and went, and we rushed back to the waiting area where we would be boarding. When we arrived, we noticed something odd. It was almost empty. We walked over to a lady standing behind the desk.
“Excuse me, we were told that our plane would be delayed and to return here in an hour. Are we not in the right place?” I asked her.
“Yes, I’m so sorry but there was another issue with the incoming plane, and we could only take another smaller group, unfortunately, if you were not here when we boarded, you were left behind, again I’m so sorry. But you will go in the next one. It will be here in about two hours.”
We both looked at each other, shrugged, and started laughing at our joint reaction. The lady behind the desk looked at us, confused. We simply explained to her it was fine, and we walked away.
“Honestly, if I was stuck at the airport with anyone else, or even alone, I might have cried. This doesn’t seem too bad. Would you like to go to the bar to wait? I owe you a round,” I asked. He said yes, and we walked the short distance to the bar nearest the boarding area.
We went straight to the corner table, both sliding into the booth on opposite sides, and ended up sitting right next to each other. The bartender came over to us and we ordered a couple of beers.
“Is it weird that I’m having a good time? I was worried that after what happened on Friday, things would be awkward between us, but I really don’t feel any different with you,” I said.
I looked over at him and realized he was intently looking out the window, his attention on something else.
He replied in a deep sorrowful tone, “Honestly, I really don’t want to bring up Friday anymore. It’s hard enough, as it is that you don’t feel the same way about me as I do about you. You just want a friendship and I’m trying hard to stop thinking about you as something else. I just wish you would stop repeating how horrible that night was for you.” He moved his gaze down from whatever was distracting him out the window to look down at his beer.
“Wait what?!” I exclaimed, louder than I should have. A few heads turned our way. “Are you crazy? Have you not realized how flushed I get when I’m around you? I just don’t have the courage to give in to something that could lead us both to losing our jobs. I want to continue our friendship because something more wouldn’t be allowed and I couldn’t bear anything less,” I explained. “I don’t just want to have sex with you, and that’s the other issue. I like you too much to give in to something that could hurt our friendship,” I said.
He was looking at me intently, trying to figure out my words. He grabbed my hand.
“You’re right, I should know better. I just don’t have it in me to act professional with you anymore. I mentally crossed that line long ago. I don’t see myself as your superior, heck I sometimes forget we aren’t more than just coworkers,” he replied, all the while holding my hand and looking intently into my eyes. “I also like you more than just a friend and it’s not just sex for me either, it never has been. I’m sorry if I ever gave you that impression,” he continued.
“Yeah, I think we blurred that line way before what happened on Friday,” I said. I couldn’t hold his gaze any longer and looked down at my beer as if it held all the answers somewhere in the label.
After a short while, I finally broke the silence. “Let’s just try to move forward. Everything seems to be out on the table. Like I told you before, I love our friendship and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep that going. Even if we need to remember not to cross the lines,” I said.
I leaned over to the side and rested my head on his shoulder for a second.
We sat in silence for about 5 minutes, both of us trying to compose our thoughts, trying to figure out what would be the best way to move forward.
He finally sat up and said, “Let’s try to lighten the mood. You up for a little game?” He asked, giving me a devilish smirk that made me a bit nervous.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, a little hesitant. The bar didn’t have any kind of games, that I could see.
“Nothing crazy. I was just thinking a game of truth or dare,” he said with a wink.
“Oh!” I sighed in relief, “Ok yeah, I’m down, but I ask first, truth or dare?” I asked him.
“Truth,” he said, way too fast, as if he already knew there was no way he would say dare.
I thought for a minute, then asked, “What is one thing you can’t live without?”
“Don’t laugh, ok?” he said. I nodded and smiled.
“I can’t live without showering, I mean, I know it’s something people do daily, but I would go crazy if I didn’t get to shower every day,” he answered. I looked over at him with a slight frown.
“So, you have never gone a single day without showering? What about when you go hiking?” I asked.
“Well, that might be the only exception, but even then, I usually try to go hiking someplace close enough to a campground with showers. And no, I can’t think of a single day I have gone without showering. Anyway, it’s my turn, truth or dare?” he asked.
“Truth,” I said, halfheartedly. I wanted him to continue about how he loved to shower. The images were starting to form in my mind.
He paused for a minute before asking, “Ok, so this is two questions in one. What is your favorite and least favorite part of your body?”
Before I could answer, the bartender came up holding two fresh beers and asked if we’d like something else. We ordered a couple of shots each and asked him to leave the tab open.
We took the shots one after the other as if we were determined to get as drunk as we could in the next two hours before our flight.
“Ok, come on, you’re not getting off that easy. Don’t forget about our game,” he said.
“Ok, well, my best feature is easy. I think it’s my legs. I could crush a watermelon between my thighs if I wanted to.” I busted out in laughter. I was very fit. I never skipped leg day; I kept my ass perky and my legs strong.
After a short while, I continued, “The one part I don’t like is my boobs. I wish they were bigger.”
I looked down and cupped my boobs and exaggerated a sad face. I busted out laughing and said, “Maybe the project will get me a promotion, I can afford to buy me some new ones.”
I moved my arms in front of me, showing how big my boobs would be, and continued laughing. He figured out I was exaggerating and started laughing with me.
“I think your boobs are perfect, plus you’re a runner. Running might be painful with bigger boobs,” he said.
I was feeling the alcohol now as I felt myself relax and get comfortable.
“It’s your turn, Truth or Dare?” I asked, hoping he hadn’t noticed the red in my cheeks showing the alcohol was having a physical effect.
“Dare,” he said and looked at me with a devilish smile, taunting me to answer the same thing when it was my turn.
“Dare? Interesting, let me think,” I said.
I pondered a while and finally said, “I dare you eat this lemon, not just squeeze the juice, but actually eat the whole thing minus the skin.”
He looked at me, shocked, and I could tell he was regretting his decision to say dare.
He got the lemon from the empty shot glass and put it in his mouth. He ate the inside as quickly as he could and then took a huge sip of his beer.
“Ugh! You’re going to regret that one. You should have been nicer to me,” he said with a slight chuckle.
“I’m not scared,” I mocked, “I pick dare, give me your worst.”
He looked at me so intently and I felt the familiar jolt go up my thighs.
“I dare you to get us two more shots of tequila, but take yours without lime, just a straight shot,” he responded.
I got up and walked over to the bar, saying nothing to him. I ordered two shots and came back to the table.
“Cheers,” I said and threw back the tequila, aiming for the back of my throat, hoping I didn’t taste most of it. If I wasn’t drunk before that, I was now.
“No flinch! No hesitation! Sexy,” he said. I could hear a light change in his voice. We were both buzzed.
“Ok Mr. Daredevil, Truth or Dare?” I asked. I was starting to really get into the game.
“Truth,” he said.
“Chicken!” I exclaimed.
We were both being rowdier than before, thankfully at this point we were alone in the bar, other than the bartender.
“Ok, has anyone ever broken your heart?” I asked in a little lower tone.
He paused a long while; the smile leaving his face.
“Yes, my ex-girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, and it broke me. I haven’t been with anyone after her. It scares me. I might have lost my ability to trust,” he answered.
I looked over at him. He was looking intently into his beer, and I regretted instantly asking that question. We had been enjoying the game up to that point and now the air between us felt heavy.
I touched his arm and said, “You will find someone that will build your trust again. Have faith.”
He straightened up and without letting this moment dwell too long he said, “Let’s move on, it’s your turn and I have something interesting whether you choose truth or dare.”
“Dare,” I said. A smile returned to my face.
“Whisper a secret in my ear,” he said.
I surveyed the bar; we were no longer alone. A small group of businesspeople had arrived and were standing by the entrance. They were far from where we were sitting. Even if I would have told him about my secret in a normal tone, there would have been no way they would have heard.
Therefore, I understood his innuendo; he wanted me to tell him a sexy secret.
After a while of pondering and building courage, I leaned in and whispered softly in his ear, leaning in far enough to touch his arm with my chest, “I love to play with myself, and I have always fantasized about doing so at an airport.”
He looked up, shock on his face, and for the first time, I saw him turning red. I had just made him uncomfortable, and he immediately needed to adjust himself under the table. I felt my arousal as my nipples perked and I felt a slight ache build in my hump. The fact that I had that kind of effect on him gave me a sense of power I wanted to exploit.
I could feel a flush of wetness pool between my lips.
“I was not expecting that. Hold on, I need to think about something else quick,” he said with a shy chuckle.
We both kind of giggled, but the taunting was too much to not keep going.
I leaned in and whispered again, “I usually carry something to play with everywhere I go. Want to see it?”
I looked over and winked at him. I knew what I was saying was going to get us in trouble, but the alcohol was making it easier, and I couldn’t help but continue.
“You have something with you right now?” he asked. I felt him slightly lean in toward me, trying to see if I had a bag with me.
I said nothing, just nodded and looked around the bar. He had a slightly worried face, as if he wasn’t sure he really wanted me to continue. Perhaps he was afraid someone would see or hear. Or perhaps like me, he was also reaching a point of no return, and it frightened him.
I was no longer nervous. I was more anxious with anticipation to see where this would lead us.
I reached into my carry-on and pulled out a small pink tote bag. I placed it between us, allowing the table to give some privacy.
I opened it slightly and pulled out a wristband; it looked like a regular watch, only it didn’t have a face. Instead, it had a circle with a couple of options. It wouldn’t have raised suspicion if anyone saw it; I grabbed his hand and put the band on his wrist, not saying anything.
“What is this?” he asked with a curious frown, looking down at his wrist.
“Shh,” I quieted him as I opened the tote a little more and signaled for him to look inside. I had my cleaning kit. Being sanitary always came first. Next to it, taunting the two of us, was my bullet.
“You went through customs with this in your bag?” he asked in shock but whispered at the same time as if anyone could hear.
“Why not? It’s not illegal. I’ve traveled with it in the past before without issue,” I explained to him.
“Do you have questions?” I asked, eyeing the band I had placed in his hand.
“Um, no,” he answered.
I looked at him with a slight frown and I suddenly felt a hint of shame. He didn’t seem to be interested in keeping this momentum going. I might have gone too far.
“Ok, well, we were playing a game, and it was my turn to ask you. Truth or dare?” I asked, trying to dust off the bit of humiliation I was feeling.
He looked at me, saying anything. I couldn’t place the look he was giving me. I felt anxious, and the blood rushed to my face. Had I just made the biggest mistake? I might have just ruined the friendship in one moment. Maybe this was too much for him.
“Give me a second. Would you like another shot? I’m going to the restroom. I can get you one before I go,” he asked all at once, then got up and walked away to the bar, without waiting for my response.
After a few minutes, he returned and gave me the shot. He lifted his shot glass at me to do a quick silent cheer. We took the shot, and he walked away. Not saying anything else.
I sat in the booth all alone, replaying what had just happened. I looked at my tote sitting there, mocking me.
I reached over to put the bag away when I suddenly felt the vibration.
I might have accidentally turned it on when I placed the controller on his wrist. I reached into the bag to turn it off when I felt the momentum change. That’s when the realization hit me. He was controlling it!
I picked the little oval up and held it. It was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand as its main function was not penetration but vibrating in front of the vulva. The vibration reduced, then intensified. I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to play with it or if it was accidental. Regardless, the thought of him having control of it gave me a sense of urgency and now I was fully intending to play.
I looked around at the bar where the businesspeople were still siting. From the angle of where I was sitting, they could only see the top of the table, but nothing below. This was perfect.
As if I had predicted what was going to ensue, or maybe I subconsciously hoped for it, I had the perfect outfit for this precise moment. I was wearing a flowy short sun dress that fit right above my knees. It allowed me to rise up without difficulty.
I lifted my dress. I used the other hand to move my panties to the side and placed the bullet right in the middle of my entrance. My panties were tight enough around my crotch area to hold the bullet in place. I couldn’t have planned my outfit any better.
The bullet had stopped vibrating at this point. He might have been giving me time to get myself settled. I’m not sure if he could see me from where he was, but it was as if he knew the precise moment, I would be ready. I felt the vibrations start again.
I crossed my legs to hold it in place. I couldn’t hold it with my hands for fear that someone would notice. I didn’t believe anyone was watching me, but I didn’t want to risk getting caught.
I could feel my wetness soaking my panties as I slowly rubbed my thighs together. As if he was reading my movements, he intensified the vibration little by little, giving me the opportunity to grow my orgasm slowly.
I rubbed my thighs together and started to my rock hips, slowly intensifying the feeling.
I wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of getting caught or if he knew exactly how to work my bullet, but I felt my whole body tensing as I neared the moment of climax. I held on to the table sides and closed my eyes. I didn’t care if anyone was watching anymore. I couldn’t stop rubbing my legs together and rocking my hips. I was about to cum.
The vibrations were so intense now that I almost gasped out loud.
I felt my legs quivering as I could feel my orgasm reaching its peak.
I pushed my body back and stopped squeezing. The vibrations from the bullet were enough to take me over the edge as I came the hardest I had in a long time. I had to cover my mouth to muffle a moan.
I felt my muscles relax and tense as my pussy lips kept pulsating. My panties were completely drenched.
It was the best orgasm I had ever had alone. Only I wasn’t alone! Somewhere within just feet from where I sat, was this man I was yearning to hold and kiss and feel inside me. He had just brought down one of the many walls I had created to protect myself from getting hurt; it made me feel vulnerable.
I lifted my skirt again to reach for the bullet when, out of nowhere, he appeared. I couldn’t remove it in time.
“You look a little flushed, everything ok?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Umm,” was all I could say. I stared at him with a bit of confusion, still trying to catch my breath. Was he pretending like nothing had happened? Or was he just being coy?
“Well, we should start heading toward the boarding gate before we get left behind again,” he continued.
“I just paid the tab, so you still owe me a round when we get to Philly. Oh, and make sure you grabbed everything. We don’t want you to leave anything behind,” he continued with a wink.
He extended a hand to me to help me up. I wasn’t sure if he knew I was still wearing the bullet or if he was doing all this on purpose as a tease. Either way, I had no choice; I got up slowly and started walking with him toward the gate.
I almost fainted with relief when I saw the restroom near the gate.
“I’ll be right back. I just need to head over to the ladies’ room before we take off,” I said.
I entered the stall and lowered my panties. I reached and grabbed the bullet. It was drenched. I reached for my cleaning kit in the tote bag and gave it a good cleanup. I sat there for a while, contemplating. Was I brave enough to continue wearing it until we got to Philly? I was still aching for more, but I didn’t want to get caught and seem too eager; or maybe even desperate.
I was about to decide and say no when I looked down at my panties; they had a little pocket sown right over my crotch area. This was perfect!! I could carry my little friend there and possibly have some fun on the plane with no one being the wiser, not even him. I finished what I had to do, washed my hands, and walked toward the boarding area. The bullet being safe in that pocket made it so much easier to walk.
“Everything ok?” he asked as I approached him.
“Couldn’t be better,” I said with a smile.
We boarded. As we were standing in the airplane aisle to find a seat, hopefully together, I noticed I never asked him for the wristband back and he was still wearing it!
We sat toward the back of the plane and waited for the rest of the passengers in silence. The last person came in and they closed the door to the plane. To my delighted surprise, the plane was very empty. We were sitting alone in that row and there was only one man two rows ahead of us.
“Do you mind that I’m sitting next to you? I can move over to the edge. The plane is empty anyway. I can even move to another row,” he said.
“No, please stay with me!” I exclaimed, a little louder than I intended.
“Ok,” he said with a chuckle. “Do you want me to hold your hand through take off?” He asked.
I replied, “Yes, please,” as I was trying to adjust myself in the seat.
The plane took a while to take off, but once in the sky and the seat belt sign came off, we both relaxed and started talking like nothing had happened.
“I was thinking, as soon as we land, we should go straight to the office so that you can see the showroom where we will do our presentations. Sound good?” he asked.
“Yeah, that sounds like an awesome idea. And after, would you like to have dinner with me?” I asked with a smile.
“I would love that. It’s a date,” he replied. We sat for a while in silence until he asked.
“So, I’m curious. How does this really work?” he asked, and I looked over at him in shock. Why was he asking me how it worked? After the amazing orgasm he had given me. Was I in some kind of twilight zone?
“Um, well, um,” I was at a loss for words, and I could feel my face burning from embarrassment.
“Play along with me,” he said with a wink. He must have noticed my confusion.
A wave of relief came over me, and I literally let out a breath I was holding in this whole time.
“Oh! So, this button turns it on. This one controls the intensity of the vibrations. You can feel the vibrations on your wrist as well,” I explained.
“So, just like this?” he asked as he turned on the bullet and clicked on the intensity. It was so sudden it made me jump a bit. He looked over at me with a frown and then he smiled.
“You’re still wearing it?” he asked and let out a sly chuckle. “I thought you had gone to the restroom to remove it. Interesting,” he said and clicked the button to bring up the intensity one more time.
He wanted to play! And this time, he wanted to be close enough to get a better view. I would not hesitate. We had a lot more privacy this time around. I could play along better than the last time.
I lifted my skirt and went under to reach my entrance. I could give more pressure using my hands than crossing my legs, so I was delighted with this turn of events.
I pushed the bullet closer to my clit and held it there with my palm as the vibrations deepened. I closed my eyes and leaned back as the wave of pleasure took over my entire body. My thoughts were so deep in the moment I didn’t dare open my eyes to look at him. I couldn’t afford anything distracting me.
I had to look, though. I had to see if this was causing him as much pleasure as it was causing me. I opened my eyes and looked over at him. He had his hands crossed over his dick, one on top of the other and his fingers lingering over the head of the watch where he had all the control. Even though he was covering himself, I could see his excitement growing. I looked up at his eyes and he stared at me intently.
He brought up the intensity, and this made me grab the bullet with my hand over my panties and I rubbed it slowly on my clit, putting a little more pressure.
I could feel my pussy lips throbbing as I started to rub and put pressure more vigorously.
I got into a fast frenzy that was leaving me out of breath.
“I’m so close,” I mouthed to him, as I turned to see that he was rubbing his hands over his pants. I could now see he was fully erect.
I couldn’t hold on any longer as I felt a wave overcome me and I could feel my folds tighten and pulsate. I could feel my juices as I came just as hard as the last time.
I would have to take off my panties until I could get a fresh pair from my suitcase. But that was something to worry about later. Right now, I had a man that needed some help.
I looked over at him. He was sweating and breathing hard, but I knew he hadn’t cum yet because he was still holding on to himself.
I took off my seatbelt and looked across the aisle. The flight attendant was at the front of the plane and did not look the bit interested in anything happening in the plane, especially those of us in the very back.
“May I?” I asked as I moved my hands to his pants and motioned to open his zipper. He said nothing, only nodded. I unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper. I pulled out his engorged dick.
I leaned down and started placing him in my mouth gently. His skin was smooth, but his dick was hard. I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, lightly grabbing the bottom of his dick with one hand to steady it. I deep-throated until I made myself gag. I came up for air, spitting at the tip as I readied myself to go back in.
I started sucking on just the head, passing my tongue on the tip while it was in my mouth. He throbbed, and I knew he was about to cum.
I started sucking just a little faster when suddenly he tapped me on the shoulder to warn he was about to cum.
I felt him explode as I tasted the beginning of his cum touching my tongue. I continued sucking slower, swallowing every bit of him, making sure none of it got on his pants.
I sat back down and surveyed the plane for any potential witnesses of what had just happened, but there were none. I took advantage of the privacy and reached with two fingers to touch my pussy, still full of my juices. He was watching me intently the entire time. I reached over and touched his bottom lip with my fingers. He immediately bit his lip and smirked.
“I also want you to know what I taste like,” I said with a wink.
“That was freaking awesome!” He said in a loud whisper. His smile was as big as his face. I couldn’t stop smiling myself.
“I can’t believe we did all that. We’re bad,” I said with a smile.
He leaned over to my seat and gave me a kiss, tender and sweet. This man was going to break me for sure.
The rest of the plane ride was smooth. We relaxed and leaned on each other to where we both fell asleep.
When we arrived in Philadelphia, we went straight to the car rental office. I waited for him in the little waiting area as he signed all the paperwork. While I sat there, I replayed over what we had done, the many lines we had crossed, and it hit me. The trip had only begun!