"Mr. Williams? Excuse me Mr. Williams can I get you or Mrs. Williams another Seven and 7?" Kylie was speaking softly and leaning toward the couple; professionally warm.
"Didja hear that hon, the lady called you Mrs. Williams?" Milton leaned over and nuzzled his fiance's neck stirring her to high giggles.
"Well sweetheart, Kylie is it?" Tanya playfully pushed off Milton's friskiness, and spoke at full volume. "I'm Ms. Wilson. I ain't Mrs. Will-yums for two more days yet." She looked over at Milton, gushed and then indiscreetly waved her gaudy 3 karat solitaire towards Kylie.
"Oh well I'm very sorry, and ercongratulations to the both of you. I should have known; you two look so much in love. You make quite a lovely couple."
"We know." They sang in unison, and then broke out into too loud for first class guffaws.
"Well I'll leave you lovebirds alone for a bit. I'll return in just a few moments to take your meal order?" she paused momentarily but realized that the couple wasn't going to stop rubbing noses long enough to respond.
A few minutes later Milton pulled the royal blue airline blanket over both Tanya and his laps and loosened his belt beneath it. Tanya looked up from her People Magazine and caught his sly wink. She looked past him across the aisle to try and gauge the other passengers' line of sight, then smirked mischievously and eased her right hand beneath the blanket and began to unbutton his fly. He inhaled deeply and slid down in the seat a little to give her a better angle.
"Ooh you're not wearing any unders you nasty man." She whispered.
"Easy access hon, you said we could try the mile high and I didn't want no excuses." He whispered back.
"Ooh Milt you're so nasty, I love it." She cooed
"Shh shh just come on." Tanya began awkwardly squeeze stroking and subtly pulling on his already tightly swollen penis. She was being careful not to be too obvious, though Milton's already loud sighing was clearly giving them away. She slowed down and began to massage circles on the head with her thumb. Milton clenched his eyes tight. It wouldn't be long now.
"Ahem." Kylie cleared her throat as walked by. Tanya jerked her hand back.
"Oh hon, please you know I was so close, she's gone now, and it'll only take like a second." Milton whined anxiously. "Just a little bit more hon, please for me? She didn't see nothing and she's way up there in the kitchen now Oh come on?" Tanya smiled, relenting, and slid her hand back into his crotch. "This time lean over a little bit too so I can see some boob too. Hurry up before she comes back." He whispered and eased his shirt up to save it from getting any mess on it. She began her thumbing massage again, but looked around nervously this time. True to form, Milton's legs began to quiver; he clenched his eyes and jerked his head to the right, always to the right. Nearly 100 degrees and sticky, semen spurt onto his stomach and began sliding down her hand. He held his breath to keep from moaning, and grabbed her wrist to keep her from changing anything. "Shh shh don't move yet." She held on for a minute or two but suddenly felt exposed and embarrassed and she slid her hand away. The semen on her hand was very thick and milky colored but was already beginning to clear and run; with her clean hand she reached awkwardly into her purse and fished out a wet nap. Milton looked over at her smiling with glazed over eyes, already drifting off. "Tha's good hon." He murmured climax drunkenly and nestled his head back into the seat. She offered a closed mouth smile then ripped open the foil pack with her teeth. She instinctively sniffed her sticky hand. "Phew this stuff smells gross." She thought barely aloud. "Like skunky bleach or something." She flashed back to the hundreds of times she had gotten it on her, all over her-on her stomach, her back, face, lips; how much she'd swallowed-going all the way back to Steven in high school. She always hated the funky smell, but for some reason Milton's cum was stronger smelling than anybody's. "Phew." She mumbled and choked down early nausea. She leered at Milton's soft snoring carcass, and opened another wet nap. Before she wiped her hands again she wiped a stripe of fresh lemon scent under her nostrils and breathed in deeply.
******
"That was good huh hon?" Milton smiled wide exposing some food he hadn't finished chewing.
"It really was. It was like restaurant food; almost as good as Applebee's." Tanya smiled too, also speaking with a partial mouthful.
"Wipe your chin hon, you've got some dressing or something."
"Hmm? You sure it's dressing?" Tanya raised her eyebrows and flicked her tongue at him.
"Huh Ohhh! Well I wishand I am feeling like I have got some left to give, if you're lucky."
"Ooh don't tease me honey." Tanya cooed and wiggled around in her seat. She could tell he was getting turned on; he always acted so cocky when he was hard, so she continued to play to his ego. No one was ever going accuse her of being frigid. She licked her lips sexy-like.
"Yeah I'll give you a little treat later if you're good" he continued arrogantly sneering.
"Well what if I'm bad, will youspank me?" she spoke breathily in a deeper register.
"Oh yeah I'll spank you alright, I'll turn you over and spank you good and Oh hey, Kyliecould you bring me another beer? You want one too hon?"
"No I already have to pee." Tanya's tone and mood already several degrees cooler.
"Yeah make that two Budweiser's ok? ThanksWhat hon? Oh I figured you'd drink it when you came back from the pisserWhat? Why you keep giving me the look? Damn I'll drink the damn thing. It ain't costing us nothing anyway, I'm gonna take advantage of all this first class that you just had to have."
"Ok whatever. I don't care about the beer. Just let me out please?" she said by then completely detached.
"What you mad 'cause I ordered you a beer? Damn I'll send it back or I'll drink it. It ain't no big deal hon, really."
"Just let me out Milton I gotta go and pee..." Tanya's voice carried louder than she intended. "and keep your voice down everybody doesn't need to know our business. Now let me out." She now whispered firmly.
"Jeez hon you don't have to go and make a federal case of it. Ok Ok I'll get up let hang on to this tray for a second.
As Tanya walked away Milton stewed in lukewarm frustration. "I don't get this shit she's all the time getting mad about something. She picked this stupid first class and all, but wants to get all mad when I want to take advantage of it. We could have saved the $300 as far as I care." He continued grumbling to himself. "I'm going to put a stop to all that huffing and puffing as soon as we get back though. I refuse to live the rest of my life with her crazy mood swings 'n shit. But then she's probably just nervous about the wedding and all. Once we tie the knot then she'll mellow out, that'll make her happy. Hell she's getting what she's always wanted: Island wedding, her fat sister maid of honor, big two week honeymoon, hell I'll be surprised if she ever gets mad at me again." Milton smiled and finished off the last two forkfuls of his soon to be wife's southwest chicken and rice and then leaned back in his seat more contented.
Tanya returned almost twenty minutes later with her hair pulled up into a scrunchie and freshened light pink-tangerine lipstick on. Heavily perfumed air wafted behind her. Milton was effortlessly napping again. She leaned over and spoke soft and wet into Milton's ear. "Excuse me cutie, is that seat taken?" she flirted. Milton startled awake and looked up at Tanya leaning over him pointing at her empty seat. "Huhunhoh? Um no. It's all yours." His blinking and squinting added to his bewildered look. He sat the empty beer bottles on the floor and slid the tray table back into position. Then he turned his knees into the aisle to let her in. Tanya sashayed as best she could in two steps trying to make sure she wiggled her ass a bit in his face before she sat down.
"Hon what" Milton started to ask what the hell happened in the bathroom to bring about this attitude adjustment, but thought that might just set her off again, so he just smiled and nodded at her, accepting the easy win.
"Yes Baby?" Tanya's coy sing-song tone was almost belligerent.
Milton sighed shallowly, "Nothing honyou just put on some perfume or something? Somebody around here smells good."
"Actually I put on some of that Freesia lotion you like from Bath and Body, and just a dab of my White Diamonds." Tanya smiled and leaned toward him. "You like it?"
"Uh yeah it smells good hon." He remained confused and even more curious about all this extra niceties, but not so much that he needed to question it. He really just wanted to get back to his nap. He kissed her hand and held it to his chest then counted down when he could close his eyes again. One thousand oneone thousand three
"Aww Sweetie you look a little sleepy, why don't you go back to your little nap." Tanya suggested and squeezed his hand back. Yes exactly! Milton was instantly overjoyed but that quickly melted into suspicion. What was she up to? He wasn't about to fail some test she was throwing at him, but he had to be careful not to give himself away. He paused and chose his words carefully. "Well I don't know hon. What are you going to do while I'm sleeping?" There that sounded thoughtful and concerned but not too concerned like there was some trouble, perfect.
"Oh no Sweetie Pie you go ahead I've got my People and this new Oprah Book Club book. I'll be fine. You get your rest. I'll probably fall asleep right after you." Tanya forced a yawn and released his hand. Then patted him on the knee. "You want the blanket back?"
"Um no I'm good but you're sure you're ok with reading while I nap? We could play some rummy or something huh?" That was two offers, well within the guidelines of being understanding and communicative. A 'no' answer here meant a guilt free nap, and a good comeback when whatever he didn't do right came back up later. He smiled and sold it hard with full eye contact.
"I'm fine Milty. You go ahead take a nap." She sung as brightly as she could muster. Anxiety still bubbled inside her like taco gas but she was bound and determined not to be tagged with a nagging wife title before the wedding.