VisitnnFinally, the plane begins its descent. As much as she loves flying, she's always eager to get off the plane. Swallowing a couple of times to unblock her ears, she thinks how strange it always feels to fly down through the clouds. Seeing the clouds from a plane window always put things in perspective for Grace. It was kind of the same feeling she got when she was at the beach at night; the crashing of waves and wind roaring in her ears deafening her, sand sifting through her fingers in a soothing shiver – it all reminded her of the enormity of the universe, and the insignificance of her own small self-created existence. nnAs the wheels hit the tarmac, Grace jolted out of her reverie, blinking twice and looking around her. Memory slithers back, and a buzz of anticipation fills her, the rush of adrenaline causing her nerves to dance. She can't wait to get out of this damned plane. She can ignore her claustrophobia when the plane is moving, and all the other passengers are doing their own thing, but now that they're sitting on the ground, the chatter and impatience of the people around her smothers her. She waits for the majority to grab their carry-on luggage, takes her own bag and packs her book into it, and walks off the plane. nnOnce in the taxi, the claustrophobia fades again and she closes her eyes, resting her head back on the seat. I've been wanting this for so long now, she thinks. It seems unbelievable that it's actually happening. A fantasy slips through her mind, although not the first she's had today. She'd ran through many different scenarios during the flight, entertaining herself with various thoughts until her desire had overcome her and she'd had to go into the tiny toilet aboard the plane and slide a finger between her legs, rubbing in rough circles on her clit until she came, a hard, fast, intense orgasm. She'd bitten her bottom lip so hard, trying to hold back any noises that might draw attention, that she'd made herself bleed. nnThis particular fantasy involved wondering what it would be like to go out with Mark at night, all dressed up and sleek and glamorous. They'd be catching a taxi somewhere, and he'd order her to suck his cock in the back of the cab with the driver watching in the rearview mirror. The driver would be furtively watching every move she made, hearing each little muffled moan of her pleasure at being used by him so blatantly. Still watching the road carefully, the driver would glance at the mirror often, seeing what a slut she was, understand that she's Mark's slut and that she does as he commands.
Jamie looked through her closet to pick out an outfit for the evening. She was excited to be invited to one of his client cocktail parties at his new boss's house, and she wanted to look as sexy as possible for him. She knew that her husband liked to show her off like a trophy, and she loved the appreciative looks she received from other men, and more than a few of the women. She giggled at that thought as she picked out her sexiest outfit. nnJamie and Steve had only been married two years now, and although she was a devastatingly beautiful woman she was constantly worried about other women tempting her husband. Steve was a handsome charismatic man who commanded any room he entered. Women were constantly throwing themselves at him like desperate schoolgirls, and it drove her crazy to even think of him with anyone else. And on top of that, she still hadn't forgotten his one time fling with her friend Kimberly.nnTonight she was going all out, partly to make Steve proud, but also to make him jealous. She didn't like the way he flirted with those drab female executives, or how they hovered over him like they owned him. She always ended up alone at these things, or worse, cornered by some boring accountant type who thought he actually might have a chance with her, and now she wanted to get back at him. She knew how jealous and possessive he could be when men flirted with her. This was the perfect opportunity to tease him unmercifully.nnStanding in her tiniest black lace bra and matching g-string panties that barely even covered her, she slipped into a tight short, short black tube dress. She wore her highest stilettos, dabbed a little musk behind her ears and touched up her lipstick. nnSteve came home when she was almost ready. She came out of the bedroom as he came in through the door. He almost gasped at the sight of her. nn"Oh my God Jamie, you're stunning!" he exclaimed.
Jamie and Steve had been dating less than three months but both of them were very pleased with the progress of the relationship so far. While both had been a bit aloof and unattainable to most of the others they had dated, they both allowed the walls between them to come down quickly; most of them anyway.nnSteve rarely talked about his family, even though it was very large with several brothers and sisters. He had often thought it was time to introduce her to them, but no clear opportunity had presented itself. Besides, his family could be a tough crowd on outsiders. That opportunity appeared on that Saturday in May, in the afternoon mail.nn"Oh my God! My baby sister, Melanie, is getting married in two weeks, and she wants me to give her away." He told her excitedly as he read the wedding invitation. Then he turned to Jamie. "You will come with me, won't you?" She was happily surprised that such a handsome man wanted to attend the event with her on his arm.nn"Of course my love." She replied, both thrilled that he wanted her to meet his family, but also scared at the thought of what they would think of her. After all, she didn't think he had mentioned her to his siblings much less their age difference.nn"That's great babydoll; we'll fly in a day early so I can show you around my hometown. show you all my old haunts. Who knows, maybe we'll bump into some of my old pals." Steve smiled at the thought; he was so proud of his stunning girlfriend, he actually hoped to bump into some childhood friends.nnJamie was strangely quiet on the flight out.
Today was one of the hottest days of the whole year. It was one of the days where the sun would toast your brain. Jerry was on his way home from work finally. He was pretty much exhausted. All day long he had been thinking about his girlfriend at home. What was she wearing? What perfume was she wearing? Hair up or down? He missed her dearly. Thinking about her always cheered him up. That morning before he had left, on the pillow, he left her a letter:nn"Good Morning,BeautifulnnYou were so warm when I woke up this morning. I didn't want to leave you. When you read this I'll be already at work for the day. I'll be thinking about you all day. I left you some tissue paper so you won't have to bother getting up out of bed."nnHe loved her so much. She had a runny nose all night. He left her some tissue paper so she wouldn't be trouble with getting up out of bed. The letter continued:nn"What do you want to do today? Anything in particular you have in mind?
