Slowly, not even turning her head to watch him stare ahead, she reached her hand out to rest ever so lightly on his knee. His look changed from moody concern to wide-eyed surprise, but he quickly recognised her game and relaxed his face again, determined not to show the effect she was having on him.
Carefully, slowly she stroked her palm over the textured surface of his cords, back and forth across his leg and ever further from his knee until she came to trace the line from the outside of his hip and gently, in long strokes, across to the fly of his pants. Holding the metal zip pull ever so lightly, she dragged it down to reveal, to her surprise and delight, that he was going commando. She smiled to herself, still staring ahead, her fingertips touching nothing but the metal zipper. She had had a feeling he was just that kinda guy.
Meanwhile, Donovan was reddening. What was she playing at? Proving she could get him hot? Sure- and it was working- but it didn't prove she didn't have a cold, cold heart. He struggled on to keep his self control.
His determination folded in a second as she gripped around the base of his manhood with her thumb and forefinger. Slowly but surely she stroked her way up so her entire hand was tightly in contact with him. There she let it rest while he grew- and grew, and grew, and grew... God, he was huge. The essence of his masculinity was big, thick and hard in her tiny, soft hand- and she loved it. When he was ready, she began to move- teasingly slow, twisting her wrist as she moved towards the tip of-
"Good God, Prince Albert!" she exclaimed. He breathed out, and finally relaxed. A grin crossed his face. A woman who could identify his most intimate of body decorations by its street name couldn't possibly be the snobby whore of sheltered upbringing he had assumed her to be.
Audrey recovered after a while. Sensing that the ice had finally been broken between them, she went on to work her magic. She cupped her hand, moving over the very tip of him and sliding down again in a long, sensual twist. He shuddered, and she repeated her actions, speeding up until he couldn't help but to gently buck back and forth in his chair, causing his loose trousers to fall from around him.
Just as she reached the top again, a hostess passed them again and stopped by Donovan's chair. Frowning at his 'distress', she asked him, "Are you quite comfortable, sir?".
"YeeEssss..ss..." he replied, as under the blanket Audrey paused to encircle, with a feather light touch, the most sensitive of sensitive parts of his being.
"Can I get you a refreshment?... Anything for your lady friend?"
"That's quite alright. Thanks!" smiled Audrey, deceptively innocently, for at that very moment she had felt Donovan's dam of desire break and spill its hot contents onto the back of her hand. The hostess moved slowly away, a puzzled look on her face.
After a few seconds, Audrey withdrew her hand, and left Donovan to shake with the memory of pure ecstasy. She had a feeling the rest of the flight mightn't be such a bore after all, and who knows what could happen in Milan...