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.