"Honestly Taylor, how are we supposed to actually pull this off?"
We are about 4 hours into our flight to Paris, and still have yet to cross out number one on her fantasy bucket list. I mean, it is not that we haven't tried, it is just every time that we go into the bathroom, and she gets ready to put that amazing mouth between my legs, within 5 minutes someone is knocking aimlessly to get in. I am so fucking wet and beyond frustrated right now.
"Well my love, I guess the whole bending you over the bathroom sink scenario isn't going to work, so I suggest you learn really quick how to keep your sexy noises to a minimum."
"What are you talking about?" I watch as Taylor grabs a blanket and lays it nicely over the top of us.
"Just be quiet Laura. You don't want to have to explain to our friends over there why you are screaming out my name do you?"
Kate and Uzo are directly across the aisle from us. They both nodded off about two hours into the flight.
"But what if I…oh fuck." I gasp out causing the flight attendant that just walked away from us to turn around.
"Are you okay Ms. Prepon, is there something I can get for you?" I grit my teeth and do my best to smile as one of Taylor's hands moves slowly from my inner thigh towards my center.
"I…I'm f…fine…th…thanks." I can hear Taylor as she giggles next to me.
"She's a bit parched from the long flight, I am sure she could use a glass of water." Taylor says with a big smile, causing me to flash her a little glare.
"I'll be right out with that." The flight attendant smiles happily at Taylor and me and then walks off.
"Not funny Tay." I am trying my best to sound serious but that is proving to be really hard, due to what she is doing to me.
"Oh my god." I breathlessly moan out when the beautiful blonde then moves to cup my mound through my tight yoga pants.
Her movement quickly changes when she darts out one of her long digits to play with my already hardened clit. I gasp, when she pinches it through my clothing.
"Sweetheart you have to be quiet." Taylor is really loving this.
I am so not the quiet one is bed, so this is pretty much pure sweet fucking torture right here and she knows it.
"I'm trying…fuck." I moan out when her fingers move up and then intricately slip through the waistband of my pants.
"Do you want me to stop?" My eyes bolt her way.
"If you stop, I will withhold sex from you for a week." She gives me a daring look.
"No you wouldn't." She carefully questions.
"Try me my love, we both know I can go longer than you. Remember when we went on two separate promo tours. Who jumped who when we got home?" I playfully chuckle as her face turns a deep red.
"Point taken." With that said, she continues on and without warning, bringing two of her fingers down to my slip through my completely soaked sex.
I bring my hand up to cover my mouth so that I don't accidently scream out and cause people to wonder what the fuck is going on over here.
"Ms. Prepon, here is your water." I almost jump out of my skin when the flight attendant comes up from behind me to hand me my drink.
The sudden movement by me causes Taylor's fingers to almost slip through my opening. I honestly feel as though I am going to faint if I don't cum soon.
"I'll take that. She is not feeling too well, thanks." I hear Taylor say as I bury my head into the blanket, trying to gain some type of composure as she slides her two fingers up and down my slit, gathering the vast amounts of wetness that has already spilled out of me.
"I'm sorry to hear that, is there anything I can do to help?" I hear the flight attendant ask as Taylor starts to laugh.
"Oh no, I can handle this. I have something that will make her feel much better, but thank you." I look up from the blanket and send Taylor a glare and a little push for convincing me to do this.
As soon as the flight attendant walks away my horrible girlfriend lays her head on top of mine.
"You are soaked Laura." Her fingers continue to glide easily through my wet folds, teasing my entrance and bumping slightly into my clit.
"That's because every time I get close to coming, someone interrupts us or stops moving their fucking fingers." I grit out in frustration when she stops her ministrations once again.
"Oh sorry baby, is this better?"
"Shit." I scream out when she plunges three fingers into my sopping wet pussy.
"Laura, Taylor, you two alright?"
I look across the aisle to see Uzo eying us curiously.
"Y…yeah, we are f…fine…fuck I just…hit my head." I arch into the seat and throw my head back, closing my eyes tightly as Taylor curls her fingers inside of me.
"Did you have a nice nap?" I cannot fucking believe she is going to sit here and make small talk while she has her fingers knuckle deep inside of me.
I grip the armrests tightly under the blanket and try my best to steady my breathing. I look between Uzo and Taylor as they carry on a conversation about all of the sites that they would like to see in Paris, and the various restaurants that they would like to try out.
It is amazing how Taylor is able to carry on a conversation, and not falter on any of her movements. I on the other hand have resorted to biting down on the blanket as she speeds up her fingers. Every thrust inside of my pussy causes her palm to come in contact with my very sensitive clit. I want to cry out, to moan, to gasp out her name. I want to pull her in my arms right at this moment and press my lips to hers, letting her swallow down the sounds of my appreciation for the beautiful mess that she is about to reduce me to.
"Taylor." I quietly say her name as one of my hands leave the armrest searching for something else to clasp on to.
She knows exactly what I need, what I am in search of. She brings her free hand down and tangles her fingers with mine.
"I'm so close." I whisper to her.
She looks down at me. Her eyes filled with love and so much more. Not of the teasing looks from before.
"I'm right here. Cum for me Laura." She whispers near my ear, causing me to shudder.
She picks up her pace, curling deeper inside of me, hitting that special spot within me that makes me fall for her every time.
Seconds later, I do just that. This time biting down hard on the space between my thumb and first finger to keep my voice from calling out for her. My body arches and rocks against my first class seat. My pussy pulses hard, as my insides contract.
"Oh my god Laura." She whisper against my skin as I coat her fingers with my steady stream of juices.
My body continues to spasm for a few more minutes, releasing more and more of my stickiness for her. It wasn't until she moved to pull my body closer to her did it finally cease, giving way for her to remove her fingers from deep inside of my walls.
I wince at the loss of her connection to me.
"You okay baby?" She softly asks, pulling my face up to look at her.
"Hmmm." Is the only coherent thing I can manage as my breathing finally starts to calm.
"Come here." She guides my head to her shoulder and lays her hand on my cheek.
I feel as her soft lips kiss my forehead right before she lays her head on top of mine.
"Thank you." I hear her whisper against my skin.
"For what?" I asks, moving so that I can be eye to eye with her.
"For helping me cross this out on my list." I look at her with a devious smirk.
"Taylor, we can't cross it out yet." She looks at me confused.
"Why not? We are now part of the mile high club." She moves to grab a pen and her pink paper out of her pocket.
I start to laugh at the fact that she actually remembered to bring it.
"Taylor if I recall correctly, you fucked me which means that I am now a member...not you." Her eyes go wide, and this disappointed look spreads across her face.
"Well stop talking to me then and get those fingers working. I want to join too." She says with her whiny voice that comes out every once in a while.
"You are going to be the death of me my love." I say as I start to move my hand towards her inner thigh.
"Hopefully not until we cross everything on my list out." I raise my brow and get ready to protest when her lips capture mine in a blinding kiss.
Author Notes.
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