H is for Hat

"Why did you buy that stupid hat anyway?" she said, struggling to fit the oversized Panama hat in the overhead bin.

"You know why I got it. To keep the sun off my face." He watched her trying to move their carry-ons around to make room for the large hat. And he watched her as she reached up, her long bare legs stretching, her muscles taut, her ass tight and firm under the shorts she wore for the red-eye flight home. "Don't damage it."

"Here. You do something with it," she said tossing it to him as she slumped into the window seat with the paper back novel she'd started by the pool.

He struggled for awhile and couldn't find a spot for the hat either, and settled into his seat next to her, the hat on his lap.

Soon, the flight was underway and the cabin lights were dimmed as the other passengers settled in to get some sleep. He looked at her and grinned. He reached over and kissed her neck, that spot just below her ear that he knew was especially sensitive. She purred, and said without conviction, "I'm trying to read."

"I know, honey, but you look so delicious, the way your shirt leaves your neck bare, not to mention your long tan legs, and your bare feet. I'd get down of the floor and kiss your toes if I thought no one would see me."

"What a shame," she said. "I can think of nothing I'd like better than having my toes kissed. Except maybe having them licked and sucked."

"Hmm," he said. "I wish I could. Then maybe I'd leave a trail of kisses up the inside of your leg. Stopping before I get to your shorts, of course. I wouldn't want to do anything indecent on an airplane."

She laughed. "You wouldn't?"

He grinned at her. "Well, to tell the truth, I suppose I would. I'd unzip your shorts and slip my hand down the front as I nibbled your thighs. Maybe I'd find that you were wet and this would inspire me. I'd get a blanket and put it over your lap so I could hide your nakedness as I take your shorts off and bury my head between your legs, licking your sweet, bare pussy lips, then slipping my tongue between them, tasting your honey." He kissed her neck again, nibbling, gently nipping her with his teeth.

"Hmm," she cooed. "Tell me more."

"Your clit would be hard and swollen, and I'd find it with my tongue. First, licking gently, then harder, finally sucking it between my lips and flicking it with my tongue until you cum."

"Oh my," she said. "But you can't. There isn't even room on the floor."

"True. Next time, we'll have to fly first class."

"Uh huh." She reached over and rested her hand in his lap, and the bulge she found told her that his words were affecting him the same way they were affecting her. "So, since we're stuck back here in coach and we can't do those wicked things, I suppose I should go back to my book?"

"You could. Or I could tell you the real reason I bought this hat," he said placing the hat on her lap, and sliding his hand under the hat and inside the leg of her shorts, stroking her pussy through her damp panties.

She gasped as she felt his fingers slip under the panties and into her wet pussy. Breathless, her first orgasm rapidly approaching, she whispered, "Yes honey, tell me the real reason you bought that hat."