The flight attendant returned with their complimentary desserts. Bruce and Amy thanked her and devoured their cheesecake and champagne in record time. There was a miniscule crumb of cheesecake in the right corner of Bruce's mouth. Amy closed the curtain and straddled his lap. His hands rested on her hips as he gazed at her lustfully, wondering what she had in mind. She had on a huge smile. Bruce leaned in to kiss her but she pushed him back.

"I need to clean you up first hubby," she said with a giggle.

He looked at her confused yet still full of desire. Amy held his head in her hands, leaned in and sucked the crumb of cheesecake off the side of his mouth. She sat back, lowered her hands to his chest and savored the crumb of cheesecake playfully. Bruce had a smirk on his face.

"I was saving that for later," he jested.

Amy threw her head back in laughter until Bruce lunged for her neck. His hands slid up her shirt and brought her body to him. He kissed down her neck with open wet kisses. She wrapped her arms behind his neck and bit her lip to prevent from moaning too loudly. His touch had her completely turned on in seconds. She slowly began grinding her hips against his. His excitement was so great, it caused discomfort against her pelvic bone. He had undone her bra and slipped it above her breasts. He fondled them with his hands as his lips caressed her neck again. Amy clutched the top of his seat and moaned louder. Bruce quickly shoved his tongue in her mouth to keep her quiet. They kissed deeply but Amy slipped through moans every time they caught their breaths. The sound of someone coughing and clearing their throat made Bruce pause. He dropped his hands to her sides and looked around the curtain. Amy took the distraction as an opportunity to scoot back and undo his pants. He grabbed her hands.

"We cant do this here," he whispered slightly out of breath.

"Why?" she whispered in return as she leaned into his face and touched his lips with hers.

"Because you're too loud," he replied with a smile as he kissed her softly.

"Ok, hook my bra back up. Its time for plan B."

He situated her bra and fastened as she began to speak again.

"I'm going to the bathroom. Meet me in there in exactly three minutes. Lets synchronize our watches."

Bruce wasn't certain she was serious. She slipped her hands out of his and fastened his pants. She looked at his watch and synchronized hers to it. He then realized she was very serious. Amy got up and opened the curtain. The aisle was empty. They looked at their watches and she headed to the bathroom directly behind them. Bruce heard the door open and close. The seconds seem like hours on his watch.

The restroom was as lovely and roomy as the one on their last flight. It even had a pleasant floral fragrance. The changing area was very similar to a dressing room in a department store, the only difference was that the changing room had a velvet curtain down to the floor instead of the western style mini swinging doors. It gave her an idea. She looked at her watch; still a minute and a half to go. She went into the changing area and stripped to her underwear. Amy giggled at her ensemble; she was wearing a lovely lacy bra with the matching panties underneath a sweat suit. She looked at herself in the full length mirror to the side, "Grungy sweats aside, I look pretty good if I do say so myself," she thought to herself. She looked at the time again. Time seemed to pass excruciatingly slow. Amy closed the curtain and leaned against the wall in the changing area. She shut her eyes and began to reminisce of the escapades she already enjoyed with Bruce until she heard voices outside the door.

Fifteen seconds earlier, Bruce took a condom out of his wallet and placed it in his shirt pocket. He put his wallet back in his pocket and looked at his watch. "Ten seconds left," he said to himself. He grabbed a magazine from there seating and headed toward the bathroom. It served as an indicator to anyone who might notice him that he might be tied up in the restroom, as well as hiding his obvious arousal. He stood in front of the door and looked at the time when someone behind him began to speak.

"Hey fella, could I get in there a minute and splash some water on my face? I'm not feeling real good," said a slurred male voice.

"Sorry. I really gotta go. There's another one toward the front," Bruce replied as he opened the bathroom door and slipped in quickly.

"Awww c'mon guy. I just wanted to splash some wa-" the guy barely got out his sentence before retching outside the door.

Bruce was locking the door as he heard the guy puke. It was foul but Bruce found something positive about the incident: The guy tossing his cookies in front of the door would just serve as a deterrent for anyone else in need of the facility. Bruce turned around and looked at the empty lavatory. He headed toward the changing area and tossed the magazine on the floor. As he opened the curtain, Amy threw her hands up around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her.

He kept his eyes open as she kissed him, the mirror let him see what his hands were feeling; Amy in her undies. He closed his eyes and held her close to him as they continued to kiss rather passionately. Bruce started to run his hands in her hair as she broke away from his lips. She pulled his shirt out of his pants started undoing its' buttons. He stared at her in great anticipation and played with her bra while she worked. Amy threw his shirt open when she got the last button undone and the condom flew out of the pocket. She looked at it then back at Bruce.

"I'm on the pill. I got on it for the honeymoon. I haven't been with anyone without a condom since Michael. Except you. I had a blood test for the marriage license and it came back fine. Is it safe to say that you're fine too?" she asked him in a low voice.

"Yeah, I got tested about 3 months after I was with Zola last. I'm good."

Amy cringed to hear him say that name. He chuckled at her response then wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her neck.

"I cant believe you said that name. I'm almost not in the mood anymore, she chided him.

He moved his lips to her ear as his hands undid her bra.

"Lemme see if I can turn you on again," he whispered as he slid her bra off.

Bruce tossed the bra on top of her clothes pile. He grabbed Amy under her arms and stood her up on the bench in the changing area. She now faced the mirror. It was extremely erotic for her to see what he was doing in addition to feeling him.

He cradled her breasts in his hands leaving her areola exposed as he kissed and licked all over her torso. He teased her unremittingly by bringing his mouth towards her nipples but moving away as he got close. Amy groaned loudly in frustration and pulled his head toward her bosom. She clutched his neck and moaned euphorically when he finally suckled the delicate morsels. Now that his mouth kept one breast company, it freed a hand to travel down and remove her underwear.

Amy felt her legs weakening as Bruce switched hands and breasts. It wasn't much longer before he worked his way down her body. Amy was afraid she was going to fall off the bench so she grabbed his shirt. Bruce slipped out of his shirt and continued south. He could feel her legs trembling so he knelt down and held her against the wall with one hand as he brought one leg over his shoulder. His actions took her off guard and she grasped his head to steady herself while she still had his shirt in her hand. He took that opportunity to get her other leg over his shoulder.

Just anticipating what was going to happen had her losing her composure. She quickly shoved some of his shirt in her mouth to muffle herself. Bruce held Amy against the wall by her hips as he went to work. The sight of their reflection and the feeling was too much for her handle. She moaned muffled obscenities regarding what he was doing to her and how it felt. She screamed his name while biting down on his shirt. After her second orgasm, she forcefully pushed his head away from her and spit out his shirt.

"Stop! I cant anymore... I cant even breathe. Just give me a minute," she pleaded as she panted out of breath.

He mouthed 'ok' while looking at her with a devilish grin as he lowered her legs back onto the bench one at a time. Bruce then gently kissed her abdomen as he grabbed his shirt before standing up. She lowered her hands from his head to his shoulders. He gazed in her eyes as he wiped his face with the inside of his shirt and tossed it back on the ground. Amy stared back at him intently, anxious of what he planned to do next. You couldnt tell she was anxious; her body was relaxed as it descended from the climax she had obtained.

"Can we move on to something else now?" he asked tenderly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips softly.

They kept their eyes locked on each other. Amy nodded at Bruce as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned in to his ear and whispered.

"I want you so bad... it hurts."

Bruce undid his pants and dropped them to the floor with his boxers. He held her around the waist as he stepped out of the rest of his clothes. He lugged her to the end of the bench where it met the blank wall. He focused on her eyes as raised his left leg in between hers and put his right arm underneath her left leg to hold her up. Bruce's eyes were filled with ardor as he pulled her to him. Her right thigh straddled his left and her left hung over his right arm. Her eyes were wide in awe; Amy never imagined in her wildest fantasies all that had taken place and what was yet to happen.

They began to kiss but stopped as he entered her; they groaned in unison from the sensation of the initial union. She accidentally bit his lip as he slid in and out. It felt like the first time they had been together; as if she was unaccustomed to his size again. It was the position they were in that let him reach places inside her that no man had ever been before. She released his lip and smothered her face into the crook of his neck attempting to keep quiet. However it was Bruce who was getting loud this time.

The view he saw in the mirror, combined with the realization of what they were doing and where they were doing it was causing him to lose control. Amy put her hand over his mouth in efforts to quiet him. They eventually both lost control: vulgarities and their names were moaned aloud. A knock on the bathroom door startled them, but didn't stop them. They withheld their words as a familiar voice began to speak.

"Ok newlyweds, your fellow passengers are going to wake up if you don't hold it down! You're also making it very uncomfortable for me to finish cleaning up the mess out here. Some consideration all around would be greatly appreciated," their flight attendant whispered loudly against the door.

Bruce and Amy were staring at each other as the flight attendant spoke. He shrugged and smiled then managed to whisper, "I guess we got caught."

Amy nodded in agreement and closed her eyes again to relish the experience.

"Don't stop Baby. I'm almost there. Don't stop," she pleaded quietly.

His arm was starting to stiffen so he held her backside tightly with both hands and quickened his pace. They weren't able to comply with the flight attendant but not much time passed since her requests at the door till they finished their gamic venture. Bruce slowly lowered his arm and brought her foot back down to the bench. He then lowered his other leg to the floor. Amy dangled lifeless against him with an occasion tightening of her arms around his neck as he moved. He embraced her and kissed her neck as she leaned her cheek against his head. They were panting in harmony. Bruce lifted her off the bench into his arms.

"Are you ok?" he asked earnestly.

"I'm euphoric. I don't think I can make it back to our seats," she answered him somewhat slurred.

He laughed at her response and gently swung her side to side until she reached the floor. She slid her arms down and wrapped them around his waist. He moaned slightly before he spoke again; he felt pretty euphoric himself.

"Euphoric? Is it something I did or the champagne?"he asked her playfully.

"Champagne? What you did was better than any buzz I've had. From alcohol or any other substance. I fully understand how a person can become addicted to sex now. I'll never be the same again," she replied as she ran her hands up and down his back.

Bruce had been looking at the bench aimlessly. Amy was facing the mirror.

"You know something? We look good together. What do you think?" she asked him as she watched their reflection in the mirror.

He looked toward the mirror. He found Amy stunning. They smiled at each other in the mirror. He gently brushed her hair away from her face.

"Yeah, we look really good together Ms. Van Exel," he jested lightly.

"Hmm... I like the sound of that," Amy responded as she looked up at him.

"Well we'll have to make it a reality one day," he said coyly as he gazed into her eyes.

"I look forward to it."

They kissed sweetly for a moment before they decided to get dressed. Amy started shivering as she maneuvered into her clothes. Bruce gave her a worried look as he pulled up his pants.

"The AC is on kinda high, we must be nearing LA," she rationalized as she pulled up her sweatpants.

The air isn't on Baby. Are you ok?" his asked with heavy concern as he walked toward her.

"Are you sure? I'm getting chills. I thought it was the air blowing on me since we got all sweaty."

Amy swayed a little as she tried getting her sweatshirt on. Bruce caught her. He felt her body burning up.

"Shit Amy, you're really warm. Baby, you're getting sick."