Traveling Can Be Fun
“Your team,” Gavin said, pointing at a heavyset man in a jester hat.
“Eww, no,” I shouted back at him as he walked away towards the bathroom in D.F.W. That one is definitely on your team!”
There seemed to be no end to the sea of freaks around us. The latest one Gavin tried to put on my team was a real gem. He was an ogre of a man, and his foul stench was thick enough that I was sure I could literally see it.
As I waited for Gavin to return from the men’s room, I leaned against the cold wall on the other side of the aisle and scanned the crowd. Just as he emerged, I happened to spot a good one for his team. As soon as his eyes met mine, I gave him a thumbs up and nodded my head to the right.
He stopped in the middle of the walkway destroying the already struggling flow of traffic. His eyes followed mine, smiling as he sought out the new “teammate” I had just given him. When they landed on the eighty year old woman in the tube-top and mini skirt that stood a few feet to his right, he laughed so hard he stumbled. He shook his head at me as he wove his way through the crowd.
“All yours, baby,” I said, as he inched his way closer.
“I surrender,” he laughed, pulling me into a hug.
It was rare for me to win this game, and while I savored in my victory, I could kick Trik and Jannyne’s ass for even teaching us the game in the first place. They had explained it over dinner, one night in Denver, and we were immediately hooked. The game was simple and, as we found out, addicting.
We added a special clause to the game, and began claiming hotties, as well. The game was so much fun, we found ourselves carrying it over into the lifestyle. Eventually, as our screening process tightened, we began sorting our prospective playmates into categories; his team, her team, and cinnamon pudding.
Cinnamon pudding was special category, and it was reserved for the blah-est of the blah. The name was actually inspired by a baffling midnight snack we had eaten together, shortly after seeing a couple to the door.
Those two had basically jumped our bones that night. It had actually been one of the few times we had played with anyone after a first meeting (I blame the Moscato). It’s not that they were unattractive, but their personalities were a little outside of our type, and overall, we were not impressed by them or their performance in the bedroom.
“I want something sweet,” Gavin said, plopping down in the kitchen.
“I have just the thing,” I said, grabbing the pudding from the fridge.
The stuff was supposed to taste like Gavin’s favorite thing in the world to eat (besides pussy, of course); cinnabon. It was essentially a five thousand calorie mini-stroke in a small plastic cup, and he dove into it with much more enthusiasm than he had in the bedroom a few minutes prior.
“Well,” I said, watching him swish the sugary substance around in his mouth.
“I dunno,” he said, looking confused. “It’s not bad.”
“Okay,” I said, dipping my finger in to have a taste.
“But it’s not exactly good, either,” he said. “It just sort of is what it is. It’s just cinnamon pudding.”
I was inclined to agree. It just tasted okay. Not good, not bad, just kind of ehh. We tossed the rest of the pudding in the trash, and headed off to bed to do things right. Afterwards, as we lay in a sweaty heap of arms and legs, finally satiated, we discussed the couple that had fallen short just hours before.
“What did you think of them,” I said, smoothing my sweaty hair away from my face.
“Ehh,” Gavin shrugged. “I dunno, they were just kind of…”
“Cinnamon pudding,” I laughed.
“Exactly,” he said kissing my forehead.
It kind of stuck.
The one good thing about Trik and Jannyne’s game was that it helped to pass the time when you were sitting around. We had always been a big fan of people watching, anyways, but Teams had taken our hobby to a whole new level.
Aside from Wal-Mart, the airport was easily the second best place to find new recruits for the ugly side of your opponent’s team. It was also the only place Gavin could find a Cinnabon and get his frosting-coated cinnamon fix, since we did not live near one anymore.
After waiting twenty minutes to get his diabetic coma in a box, we wandered off to find our gate. We finally found it, after about thirty minutes of going up and down the damn terminal.
Nothing in D.F.W. was where you thought it should be, so it was no wonder everyone hated flying here. To make matters worse, the staff were quite possibly the rudest, least helpful people on the face of the planet.
I had flown in and out of Atlanta a thousand times, so I was more than used to dealing with delays. However, unlike the Atlanta airport, D.F.W. lacked the southern charm that smoothed away your desire to strangle the person next to you.
When Gavin made his way back to our chairs after checking in, I noticed two people behind him, dragging carry-on bags.
“Holy shit,” I said, looking past him as he sidled up next to me. “Is that Jannyne and Trik?”
We had no idea their connecting flight was through Dallas, but I was so glad to see them I shoved Gavin aside, and took off toward them at a dead run.
I hadn’t realized how much I had missed them until that very moment. There was just something about these two that made them fit. Of course they were both gorgeous, but there was much more to it than that.
“Oh my god,” I giggled excitedly as I neared them.
Gavin held his arms out, and ran towards me in a dramatic imitation of a slow motion T.V. moment. He was always joking. Even if I was the only one that thought he was funny. I returned his dry humor by ducking beneath his arms, in favor of embracing Trik’s wife, instead.
“Hey Janny,” I squealed, strangling her in a hug.
“Boo,” Trik said, sticking out his bottom lip.
“Get over here, you big baby,” I laughed, latching onto Trik with my arms around his neck.
His strong arms encased me, and I found he was just as unwillingly to release me as I was him.
“To be continued,” he whispered in my ear, as he let me go and ushered us over to sit in the waiting area.
Gavin’s eyes were glued to Jannyne as we walked toward the seats near our gate. Jannyne dropped her suitcase near her feet, and sat down in the chair next to my husband. Within seconds, the flirting and touching began, and I was thrilled to see Gavin’s eyes light up. Jannyne laughed softly as his hand gently caressed her upper thigh, just below the hem of her short skirt.
“Looks like they are comfortable,” Trik whispered from behind me.
His hand slid across my lower back and ushered me into the seats across from them. Neither my spouse or his seemed daunted by our presence, so we chatted quietly while we waited for them to come out of their hormone-induced fog. It had been far too long since we had gotten together, so the tension was thick. I couldn’t wait to catch up and find out what had been going on since the last time we saw each other. Trik’s hand never left my thigh. Jannyne’s roamed freely over Gavin’s rock hard muscles.
The four of us hated being so far apart.
Since we moved a few hours away for work, it had become harder for us all to get together. Since the thing in Denver six months ago, we had only managed to have dinner with them a couple times, and had not gotten to the naked fun stuff at all.
That was unacceptable. It needed to happen more often.
We had even considered moving closer to them. After we met the polyamorous group in Denver (Todd was a hot young thing), we could definitely appreciate the benefits of a poly sort of lifestyle. We discussed it, at length, unwilling to dismiss anything that could potentially make our awesome lives even better.
Trik and Jannyne were definitely the kind of couple we could be “exclusive” with. They could live with us, and share the responsibilities, as well as the bedroom. We could even raise a family together someday…or not. Granted, it was all just fantasy, and conjecture, but who knows the future is out there waiting for us? The future is what we want it to be.
Maybe we would give the poly kids a trial run. I could find room for those sexy motherfuckers in my bed anytime! They were three of the hottest young people we had ever met. More shocking than that, however, was the fact that they were smart, funny, and had a great outlook on life. Their energy was contagious, and even Trik and Jannyne agreed that there was just something about those three (the “babies” as I like to call them).
They were just as much fun fully clothed as they were naked. I enjoyed being in the middle of a sexy Todd-Trik sandwich as I watched Jannyne and Todd’s wives fighting over every inch of my husband’s hard body. The memory sends a jolt of warmth between my legs, as I imagine the entire group ravaging my body.
This flight had better be quick, because I am more than ready to get fucked.
Judging by the way my husband is staring at Trik’s wife, I am not the only one. At this rate, I was not sure we would make it there fully clothed. Trik, for as long as I had known him anyways, had not been real big into public displays of affection.
I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be though.
“I had no idea you guys would be on this flight with us,” I said, finally breaking the sexual tension.
“Surprise,” Gavin said, smiling like an idiot.
“You knew?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why didn’t you tell me you a-hole?”
“This was way more fun,” Gavin said, ducking the bag of chex-mix I tossed at his head.
“We weren’t supposed to be, originally,” Trik said, squeezing my leg as his hand inched a bit higher. “Apparently a few flights got bumped around, so we were offered the chance to catch an earlier flight, and bam here we are.”
Trik had the slight southern drawl that made me feel very tingly in a certain place. It took all I had, not to strap a saddle on that boy and ride him every time he spoke. It didn’t help that I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him, even if he was the very picture of self-control.
Thankfully, we didn’t have to wait much longer. Our plane began boarding a few minutes later. I gave my ass a little extra swing as the four of us wandered down the walk way to enter the plane. I could feel eyes on me from behind, and wanted to make sure everyone enjoyed the show.
Halfway down, Jannyne ran to catch up dragging her little bag behind her. It had a squeaky wheel, so I heard her approach and looked back to see Gavin and Trik locked in a hushed conversation. They stopped talking when they saw me looking back at them.
“Nothing to see there,” Jannyne said, trying to redirect my attention.
“What are you two talking about back there,” I asked the guys.
”Nothing,” they said in unison, laughing under their breath. Jannyne slapped my ass lightly and tugged me toward the entrance of the plane.
“Don’t you worry about them, love,” she said.
I smiled to myself, and shook my head at their antics. We all knew we were destined to be naked together, and soon.
“Maybe we can finagle it to where we could all sit together somehow,” Trik said, cupping his hand against my ass as we clustered together at the front of the plane.
“I will try my damnedest,” Gavin smiled, winking at Jannyne as he disappeared into the crowd of boarding passengers. I was so distracted my Trik’s strong hands massaging my ass, I barely noticed what was happening around me. I closed my eyes, and concentrated on the rhythm of his hands against my skin.
“Arista,” Gavin said, appearing out of nowhere less than a minute later.
He must have been trying to get my attention for a while because he rarely called me by my actual name(which was just fine with me). Even though I was never the lovey-dovey type of girl, I found that I much preferred Gavin’s pet names to my own.
“Huh? Sorry, what?” I shook the fog from my head.
“Snap out of it, babe,” he laughed, gesturing for me to follow him.
We were not able to get seats next to each other, but Gavin had managed to get us in the two seats just in front of Trik and Jannyne. Considering it was full flight, that was quite an accomplishment.
Maybe I was just in a hurry to reach our destination (and get naked), but the boarding process seemed to take forever. It seemed as if people got less intelligent once they stepped onto a plane. Suddenly, they couldn’t tell their bag was too large for the overhead. They forgot how to read and sat in someone else’s seat. They didn’t realize they had to take a piss until the plane was about to take off. It was complete chaos, but after almost thirty minutes of brain-dead moronic antics, the plane finally took off.
We chatted back and forth with Janny and Trik over our seats, nonstop for the first hour of the flight. It was obvious that we were annoying the people around us, but that did not stop us from laughing and carrying on as we caught up on the few months of our lives.
I hated flying, but between the company of friends, and the Xanax I packed in my purse, I was managing the flight just fine.
“Be right back,” I said, climbing over Gavin on my way to the lavatory.
When I returned, Jannyne asked if I would have Gavin switch seats with her so she and I could have some girl time. I agreed, as long as Gavin was fine with it. She pressed her big tits together and batted her long lashes, and he quickly nodded his agreement. No words were necessary.
“Don’t be surprised if Trik starts talking dirty to you,” she whispered with a laugh. “He is getting sleepy.”
“And?” I giggled, leaning in closer.
“See, Trik always gets horniest just before he falls asleep,” she said, sliding a free hair back behind my ear as she stared into my eyes. “I give him and hour tops before he is snoring. When that happens, Gavin will make me move back there, but I plan to ride this seat out as long as possible. Get over here and snuggle up with me, girl.”
“Works for me,” I laughed, watching as Jannyne slid her tongue out to moisten her bottom lip. “Gavin would have just talked my ear off about the stupid crap in the SkyMall catalog, or blabbered on about an article from one of his damn golf magazines, anyways.”
I leaned away from the window, and pressed my head against her shoulder. Jannyne spread a thin airline blanket across our laps, and slid her hand over to my thigh beneath it. It sat there echoing the warmth between my legs as I started to drift off to sleep.
A few minutes later, a sexy-sweet familiar southern drawl found its way to my ear from behind.
“You know what I want to do to you, baby girl,” Trik whispered, his words awakening that ache between my legs.
I peeked back at him and saw that his eyes were closed. His head rested against the closed window, atop small blanket he had rolled up to use as a pillow. I didn’t want to wake him, so I did my best to keep my seat still. With any luck, he drift back off to sleep and his pillow talk would falter.
Not that I minded hear it. Quite the opposite, actually.
“Mmm baby,” he moaned. “I wanna taste you…”
“Told you,” Jannyne giggled softly, as she snuggled farther into the blanket. “Enjoy the bed time story doll. Wake me when we land.”
I stifled a laugh, and looked between our seats at Gavin. He was asleep next to Trik, his mouth wide open. I was shocked to see he had given up and taken a nap. That man had the oddest revulsion to other people seeing him sleep.
“Yeah,” Trik said, his voice gravelly with desire, “stroke it, baby. Nice and slow.”
I pictured myself doing just that, and took another quick peek back at him to make sure that he was, in fact, asleep. I had heard of sleep walking, but sleep dirty-talk? That was awesome.
“Your ass feels so good, Arista,” he growled at me, sending heat to my core.
In a stroke of genius, I slid my cell phone from my purse, and looked around to make sure no one was watching (it was in airplane mode, but you never know with the new anti-terror stuff). Jannyne was snoring softly beside me, and Gavin behind me. I laughed maniacally to myself, clicked through the apps on my phone, and pulled up the camera.
I wedged my phone into the tight space between my seat and the window, angled it towards Trik’s face, and hit record just as he started speaking again.
“Ooh, baby,” Trik groaned softly. “Yeah, just like that.”
“What do you want me to do, baby,” I whispered in my sexiest voice, barely containing my laughter.
“Suck my hard cock, Arista,” he mumbled into his make-shift pillow, as his hand slid between his legs and cupped the bulge forming there. He bit his lip and thrust hard enough against his hand, that it jostled my seat. “Yeah, swallow it, baby. That’s right, take it all.”
Gavin rustled at Trik’s side, but thankfully he did not wake up. This was too much fun.
“Give it to me, daddy,” I whispered, guiding the dirty talk in a slightly more inappropriate direction.
He continued to thrust against his own hand, his cock straining even harder against his track pants as I spoke.
“Oooh yeah,” I moaned softly through the gap between us. I was laying it on thick, but he needed a nudge. “Give it to me daddy. Mmm…harder baby. Pound me hard. OOoh, Just like that.”
“You like that baby,” his brows knit together, and his hand started moving up and down in his lap. “Take that cock deep.”
I was momentarily distracted by the distinct outline of his thickening dick beneath the thin fabric of his pants. His cock jumped, as if it knew I was watching, beckoning me to lose my focus, but I refused to let my plan backfire. So many times I had found myself the victim of a lame prank when we got together with the crew. This time, it was my turn. I was determined to prove to everyone that a lawyer could be fun too.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned, then looked around to make sure no one was aware of what I was doing. When no eyes landed on me, I went in for the kill. “Mmm, daddy. Your dick feels so good in my tight little school-girl pussy. I want you to fill me up. Cum for me, daddy.”
“Oh god,” Trik moaned, straining in his seat as he thrust against his hand.
“Yes,” I growled, trying to ignore my own growing arousal. “Yes, baby. Right there. Give me that cum.”
“Fuck,” Trik ground out, shaking hard in his seat.
I watched as a puddle of wetness spread across the front of his pants, and chuckled to myself as I quickly pulled my phone back from between the seats. I heard him stirring behind me, so I pretended to be asleep.
“What the—,“ Trik muttered. “Damn it.”
Apparently, he was awake now, and it took everything in my power not to burst out laughing as I listened to him struggle in the seat behind me. Eventually, he gave up, slipped his thin hoodie off, and tied it around his waist. I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye as he climbed over Gavin and headed toward the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, I pulled the video back up, attached it to an outgoing message, tapped in the recipients, and saved it as a draft in my phone.
Trik returned to his seat about ten minutes later, looking frazzled, but otherwise unfazed by his asexual adventure on the plane. I pretended to wake up, as he was buckling back into his seat.
“Hey,” I said back to him.
“Hey sleeping beauty,” he smiled over the seat at me. “Hope you had pleasant dreams.”
“Back atcha,” I chuckled, gripping my phone against my chest.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have now begun our final decent into L.A.X,” the pilot chimed over the intercom.
“That didn’t take long,” Trik said.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Time flies when you are having fun, right?”
“Sure,” Trik said, looking at me like I was crazy. “If you say so.”
As soon as the doors opened, I was on my feet, and ready to deboard. I grabbed my carry on, bolted ahead, and onto the ramp toward the terminal. I looked over my shoulder, pulling the message draft up as I went. The second my feet hit the ugly paisley carpet at LAX, I hit send, and prepared for the fireworks.
Gavin’s phone went off first, then Trik’s, and Jannyne’s.
“What’s this,” Jannyne said. “Looks like we all got it.”
“Dunno,” Gavin said, as they all stared down at their phones in the middle of the terminal seating area. “It’s a message from Arista. Babe?”
“Wait, when did you…,” Trik’s words caught in his throat as the video began to play.
“Oh my god,” Jannyne started laughing.
“That is the funniest shit I have ever seen,” Gavin roused, nudging Trik as he watched the video wide-eyed. “Oooh, daddy!”
“Holy crap babe,” Jannyne giggled. “She sent it to everyone! That video went out to the whole crew! Oh my god, that is freaking amazing!”
Trik’s eyes left his screen, and locked on mine, a mixture of desire and embarrassment.
“You did this,” Trik said, dropping his carry-on and stepping closer to me with an evil grin on his face. “I should’ve known. My dreams are never that good.”
“Surprise,” I said, feigning innocence, as his hand slid around my waist.
“Arista,” he growled against my neck, as his hand slid into my hair and pulled gently. “Know that I will get you back. Bad girls will get punished.”
“Okay,” I said, ignoring the growing wetness between my own thighs. “Daddy.”
He smacked my ass, and we all bust out laughing, for once, not at my expense. Two victories in one day? Yes please!
“I am never going to live this down am I?” Trik asked.
“Not in the next ten days, you won’t,” Gavin laughed, clapping him on the shoulder.
Gavin had always wanted to join the mile high club, but I told him was stupid cliché and I wanted no part of it. Ironically, Trik had found a way to do it all on his own. As much as everyone was laughing at him right now, I had to admit that I was currently a little bit jealous of Trik.
After all, I had been present for that naughtiness at thirty thousand feet, too, but at least Trik got to cum. I was not sure I was going to make it through the next flight without some relief.