Rating: This chapter contains adult themes so please be aware of it. M rating ALERT!

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Author Note: I thought that after so many unpleasant "adventures" that I've given to our Jam in previous chapters, they deserved for some spicy chapter, right? :) So guys N'joy this chapter!

As usual KateEals was my editor ! Cheers mate! :)

CHAPTER XXI

DON'T MAKE A SOUND

It was carbon black outside the plane window. Wingtip lights were flashing over clusters of town and city lights. The cabin lights were dimmed and Jules was sitting in the window seat beside Sam. She was looking out the window, but he was looking at her, thinking things he shouldn't be thinking at that time. It would be a long weekend staying with his family, and they would have to go far too long without some valuable alone time. . .

A stewardess came by with a drink cart, asking quietly if they need anything. Sam and Jules simultaneously smiled and said "no thanks", and the flight attendant continued toward the back of the plane. Jules turned back to the window, leaning her head back on the seat and gazing out at the clear night sky.

Sam's black shirt was open a little too much, and Jules could see the tops of his chest rising and falling with his every breath. Her jean shorts left a delightful amount of her bare upper legs exposed, and the way she was casually sitting back with hers thighs hanging slightly apart was very appealing.
After some quick scribbling on a page of his notebook, Sam leaned over and kissed Jules' cheek, letting the kiss slide down to her neck, just enough to elicit a satisfied murmur from her throat. She sighed deeply, the curves of herbreasts swelling erotically as he watched. Sam felt that she felt about him the same so he just slid a piece of paper into her hand.

Jules' hazelnut eyes turned to meet Sam's royal blue ones. Their faces were just inches apart, Sam could feel Jules' breath on his lips, her warmth on his cheeks.

Jules glanced at Sam's handwriting on the paper that read:"God I wish I could bang you right now."

Jules' chuckled reading it, and her lips came apart slightly. Sam knew it turned her on a bit. He put his hand on her leg in a familiar way, subtly moving it down, between, applying pressure to the fold of denim between her thighs. He heard her breath catch and felt her legs spread ever so slightly. His forearm was against her body, and he could feel Jules' pulse rising, beating faster and faster as he felt her pussy heating up through hershorts. So he smirked with lust and he reached over and turned the paper over in her hand.

Jules rolled her eyes and glanced at it. On the back was written, "Sixty seconds. Come to the back and enter the washroom on the left. Undo your pants, bend down to suck me, and I'll rub your pussy till you cum."

When Jules' eyes stop reading, he got up and went to the back of the plane. Jules got a bit nervous and looked around, expecting everyone to be watching. The few people on the plane were all farther forward, asleep or reading. The crew was sitting in the front service area, idly chatting. Jules stood up and started walking. When she turned to enter the toilet, her eyes were on fire. They were all alone in the dark, small washroom. Sam's fingers were wrapped around the throbbing hard on rising up from his pants. Her heart thumped. Jules unbuttoned her shorts and bend down into the darkness of his lap, her lips kissing his fingers as they slipped around his smooth, hard cockhead. Sam's hand went down the back of her pants, past her perfect ass, between her legs, over her pulsing cunt hole and right against her hot, tingling clit. He played with it while she blow him, tracing circles, her name in little cursive letters, dipping inside her for more hot wetness, making her whimper and sigh minutely around his cock. Jules head was bobbing up and down on Sam's cock.

Sam was playing with her pussy till his fingers were drunk with her. Sam's erection strained in her mouth, ready for release. He quickly and decisively turned Jules and leaned her on the washbasin. He gaggled her mouth by hand and firmly made a strong push into her wet vagina. Silently, a moan went through her trough. His penis was begging for her to cum for him. Sam's stiffness in her hot pussy made him feel horny as never before. Knowing that they hadn't got much time he swiftly and vigorously moved his hips, while Jules had denied his hands on the mirror. He smirked seeing the engagement ring on her finger and covered her hand with his. Even in the clouds they fit together perfectly. Sam firmly pushed her till the time he felt the adrenaline shooting through his blood. His head twists to the side with pleasure. He felt how Jules bit his fingers a bit, choking on a scream of pleasure as an orgasm shot through her body. Jules turned around to Sam, breathing hard. He kissed her rapidly, zipping his pants. While Jules was buttoning her shorts, San noticed the stewardess retreating awkwardly into the rear of the plane.

"Damn," Sam thought."Could she see us through the not properly closed toilet door?"

Sam kissed Jules one more time and lead her back to their seats. When they were settled, Sam wrote another note about their little audience and showed Jules. She rolled her eyes and her cheeks reddened so damn sexy beautifully. Shortly afterward, they landed.
On the way off the plane, the stewardess also reddened slightly as they passed by her. Sam pinched Jules ass and she swatted his hand away, sashaying up the ramp and out into a lightly crowded terminal, back onto solid ground.

"The worse part of the journey is before us," Sam thought, and whispering kissed Jules' forehead. "Come on, my sexy sniper chick, let's inform General Braddock about our wedding plans."

Additional Author's Note: Well, I think that's enough of Spicy Jam for a while .

In the next chapter, I'll invite you to the Braddock's house….

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