Ann: The Married Years Ch. 02

Her heart raced as she became caught in his lingering stare, his eyes leering at her shapely legs. Taking a needless chance, she pulled lightly at the material of her skirt, hiking it up an inch to reveal more of her stocking covered thighs.

Neil was still contemplating her last comment, his cock pulsing inside his shorts. That had more to do with his wife and the predicament she'd put him in than it did with Brenda, but the sight of her sexy legs didn't hurt.

"I don't know, Brenda. If you keep doing things like that, I could easily see me being like this all the way to Michigan."

With the gauntlet thrown down, Brenda blushed. But she didn't hesitate. "So, you're saying Ann isn't going to mind you sitting here next to me like you are right now?"

Offering a little shrug of his left shoulder, he shook his head. "No. I'm sure she's going to enjoy herself in her own way. Knowing she left me like this is just part of her fun. You should have seen the look in her eyes. This is what she wanted."

"Hmm... so, if I were to... do this," she wondered, hiking up her skirt even further, a glimpse of the lacy tops of her stockings coming into view, "she'd be okay with it?"

"To be honest, she'd be okay with it if she were sitting next to you on the other side," he smiled. "Hell, knowing Ann, she'd more than likely be looking at you as well."

Leaning in closer, Brenda brushed the hair from her face, her eyes sparkling with life. "And to think I was dreading flying today."

"Dreading it?"

Nodding as she glanced over her shoulder again, she winked. "I told you, flying can be such a bore, especially if you're not next to someone you can talk to, and you forgot to bring anything with you to keep you entertained. Suddenly I feel like I have both."

Twenty minutes into the flight, Neil was sitting with a plastic cup of Diet Coke in his hand. Brenda was nursing a Ginger Ale, her husband to her right snoring like it was three in the morning and he was tucked in his own bed.

"Told you," she giggled as she raised her glass, her voice louder knowing he wasn't going to wake up. She lifted her tray so Neil could stare at her legs once again, going so far as to blatantly pull her skirt to her crotch line, showing off the tops of her stockings, along with the garter holding them up.

"Very nice," he smiled as he peered over the top of his cup, his cock straining against the confines of his shorts. He still had a raging hard on, but he didn't care to hide it anymore, at least from her. He was keeping it hidden from the people in the aisle across from him, which meant that other than the cute stewardess, Brenda was the only one that really could see anything. Sure, there was the occasional passerby heading to the bathroom now that the seatbelt sign was off, but he could see them coming down the aisle. And for the time being, he was shielded by his tray... all except for the piercing blue eyes of the dirty blonde sitting next to him.

And she was taking dirty to another level. Brenda was becoming daring, reminding him of Ann. It didn't hurt that he'd been sharing stories of his wife to pass the time. Just the thought of her brought a knowing smile to his face. He wondered what she might be doing, sitting midway up the plane, some twenty rows in front of him. She was still turned on, no doubt. He just wondered what she was doing about it.

For the time being, however, he was occupied with what his new acquaintance was doing. On the surface, she was engaged in the age-old game of flirting. More specifically, she was running her stocking covered foot up and down his shin while they talked. Not to be outdone, she was bringing up some of the sexy things she'd done when she was younger. She just happened to be touching his leg with her soft foot while doing it. She'd slipped off her heel, making good use of their proximity. It was all innocent, but the fire in her eyes said she'd love to be able to do more, while knowing that could never be.

Neil knew it too. That's one of the reasons it came so easy to him. He wasn't trying to get laid, or even get off. He was simply trying to entertain Brenda's obvious infatuation. Of course, he'd started that innocently the second he showed up at his seat with his hard cock throbbing inches from her face when he put away his bag in the overhead compartment. But the idea that she was now willingly reciprocating appealed to his sense of adventure.

It also helped that her husband might as well have been dead the way he was slumped in his seat, his back now turned to them. Neil obviously wouldn't have been taking the risk he was if there were any real danger of creating a problem in their marriage. Having been through a failed one of his own he wanted no part of causing friction in someone else's. He made that perfectly clear during takeoff, recounting his past in short detail, while describing his relationship with Ann. Or, Anna, as it were, based on how she was acting when he left to board the plane without her. He could still hear her naughty snickering ringing in his ears as the engines started to roar.

"Is she up there laughing right now?" he wondered just before take off, craning his neck a little, catching a glimpse of her hair as she leaned to her right in her aisle seat on the other side of the plane. He'd grasped the arms of the seat as the jet started hurtling down the runway, his left hand innocently covering Brenda's right. She grasped it, holding tight as the plane climbed, waiting on until it leveled out before she let go.

"Thanks," she had said at the time, feeling a spark, looking over to her husband, who had already dozed off.

Neil could feel her wedding ring against his palm as he held her hand. That's when he felt the need to tell his story, hoping to let her know he had no intention of intruding where he didn't belong. He also felt it necessary to sort of explain the relationship he had with his wife. Brenda sat there, leaning toward him, the fascination showing in her eyes.

Responding in kind, she told him a tale of recent sexual frustration. She loved her husband, but as with all couples that had been together for some time, their life between the sheets had grown stale. She even said it that way, lamenting how she longed to get some excitement back into their bedroom.

"Maybe you should start by taking it out of the bedroom," Neil said with a grin.

"Pardon," she replied politely, unsure of what he meant.

"I think it's pretty obvious you're enjoying yourself right now, and you're nowhere near a bed."

"I wouldn't even know where to start, Neil."

"Sure you do," he smirked, his eyes lowered. "It starts with flirting. You can do that anywhere." The stewardess interrupted them, offering drinks. Once she passed them to head down the aisle, Brenda removed her shoe all the way, using her foot to rub his leg. She followed that with some playful banter, and he grinned. "See, you know what you're doing."

"I'm out of practice," she sighed.

"Well, you seem to be doing just fine. But feel free to keep practicing on me if you'd like."

"Oh... I like," she winked, staring at the straining bulge in his shorts. "I most definitely like."

When the stewardess had her cart toward the front of the plane about ten minutes later, Ann got up, strutting seductively along the aisle. The movement caught Neil's attention, his eyes locking on to hers as she carried her big purse, something that he found odd at first. She had just had her period the week before, so he knew it wasn't that she needed it for that reason. Then it dawned on him that she was alone in her seat. She wasn't going to leave it behind when she didn't know the people sitting around her.

When she neared his seat in the back row, she stopped and leaned down, offering him a glimpse of her bare breasts down the front of her blouse, most of which she conveniently unbuttoned at some point. It was more open than closed. She glanced at Brenda, seeing her sexy thigh and the way she was exposing it. Then she checked out Neil's crotch, even though it was mostly obscured by the seat tray.

She reached across him, sticking out her hand, flashing her brilliant smile. "Hi! I'm Anna. I see you're having fun playing with my husband."

The hint of a smile belied the nervous expression on Brenda's face as she accepted the handshake. "I'm sorry, Anna. I..."

"Don't be. I'm sure he's told you all about me since I'm the one that made him board the plane that way. I'm glad the two of you are having a good time."

"We are," Neil replied confidently. "Anna, this is Brenda."

"It's nice to meet you, Brenda."

"Good morning, Anna. It's nice to meet you too," she replied, relaxing a bit from Ann's pleasant attitude, the warm handshake putting her at ease.

Ann leaned down further, her left breast spilling out of her blouse altogether, coming into Brenda's view... and Neil's. His eyes were fixated on it as she whispered in his ear.

"You can have all the fun you want, baby. Just remember, no cumming. I want that big load you're building up inside my pussy later."

"What are you talking about?" he said with a puzzled look.

Reaching underneath the little tray, she patted his crotch, before slowly unzipping the front of his shorts. "There... that's better." Standing, she winked at Brenda. "I trust you'll be good to him. He knows where my line is drawn. It's up to you to let him know yours. I'll see you later, baby."

She gave a little wave before skipping off to the bathroom. Brenda looked at Neil and asked, "What was that all about?"

Shaking his head slightly, he offered, "I'm not sure, other than that was vintage Anna."

"Vintage Anna? She's not old enough to be vintage anything. What did she whisper to you?"

"HA! Are you sure you want to know?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

"She said we can have all the fun we want, but she doesn't want me cumming."

"Oh my goodness. Does she really think I'm going to... what does she think we're doing? We're just flirting!"

"That's Anna. She sees possibilities others don't bother looking for. Besides, you're the one that said you could use a little adventure in your life."

"But, we're on an airplane!"

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time I've had an orgasm on an airplane," he laughed.

"It... wouldn't?"

"Or the third, actually," he grinned, fondly recalling the encounters he'd had with Tina.

"Well when I said I wanted more adventure, I didn't mean that."

'That's fine. Now we know where your line is."

"Oh, so that's what she was talking about. My line!"

"Yeah. Everyone has a different line they won't cross. She told you what hers was for me right now. And now we know what yours is."

Just then, Ann appeared at his side once again, stopping on her way back to her seat. He laughed when he saw the naughty grin on her face.

"What's up babe?"

She looked past him to Brenda. "I assume Neil told you what I said to him," she winked. Brenda nodded bashfully in response. "Good. You two have fun. I know I'm going to."

She held her clenched hand over Neil's tray, opening it slowly. Her panties dangled from her finger, making Brenda's mouth fall open. Dropping the delicate garment onto his tray, a sexy giggle followed. Then she pulled out her small egg vibrator from her purse, checking around to make sure she wasn't being watched. Looking at her husband, she handed the egg to him, holding just the controller in her hand, the wire connecting the two dangling between them.

"Be a sweetheart and put that in for me Neil. I don't want to have to lift my skirt... unless you want me to."

Moving closer, her thighs pressed against the arm of his seat. His eyes shifted, darting around to see who might be looking just like she had. But he knew if he didn't do what she asked, she'd certainly do it herself, and make a production of it in the process. Reaching underneath the red material of the short skirt, he felt her pussy, rubbing the egg back and forth along her wet slit. Pressing upward, he stuffed it inside, making her moan; her eyes closing as she grasped his shoulder.

Finding her balance, she opened her eyes, biting her lip as she focused.

Neil brought her back from whatever dirty dream she was having. "Are you okay?"

"Mmm... I've never been better. That was exciting."

"Aren't you a little worried about the noise that's going to make?"

"I'm sitting right next to the wing, baby. The engines are louder than this thing is going to be," she said before reaching into her purse again. Pulling out one of her Antonio dildos, she plopped it onto Brenda's lap. "I cleaned that off in the bathroom. Feel free to keep it if you want. If you don't want it, just give it to Marissa at the end of the flight. She said she'd love to have it."

"Who... who is Marissa?"

"Our stewardess, silly," she smiled. "Have a happy flight."

Ann strolled off; her hips swaying provocatively as she carefully navigated the narrow aisle. The wire from the vibrator hung conspicuously in view as she held her purse down low. At least it was conspicuous to Neil, because he could see it and he knew what it was. From the way she was holding her purse, anyone that might have looked could have seen it. But it was unlikely. Still, it was the thought, and the thrill that mattered. She was playing mind games with him, and she was winning.

Brenda clutched the big rubber cock, moving it down between her leg and the side of the seat. "I can't believe she just threw that at me," she said staring at it, her voice shaking.

Neil grabbed Ann's panties and stuffed them into his pocket as he spoke. "She didn't throw it. She dropped it on your lap. Look, I'm really sorry if we've gone too far, Brenda. Why don't we just relax and enjoy the rest of the flight. I don't want to do or say anything else that's going to make you more upset than you already are."

Touching his arm, her fingers ran lightly from his hand to the crook at his elbow. "Who said I'm upset?"

"You didn't say it. But I can tell."

"This is all just a little much to process so fast. But I'm really not upset. And you're right, she didn't throw this at me," she said, holding up the dildo to look at it more closely. "My, that is one... big... penis."

"I suppose," he grinned bashfully.

Based on his reaction, she glanced down at the open zipper of his shorts, the bulge in the front still huge. "Does this... is this..."

"More or less," he shrugged, almost ashamed to admit what she was inferring.

Unable to control her curiosity, she set the dildo back by her side, her hand going to his groin underneath the tray, carefully traversing over the terrain of his shorts. Neil leaned back, lifting the armrest between them to give her room. She grasped it through his shorts, feeling the heat; the hardness. They both let out a groan.

When her hand moved back up, she found the opening. She didn't allow herself time to think about the consequences of what she was about to do. Instead she closed her eyes, slipping her fingers into his fly before she could change her mind. He closed his as well, biting his lip as she took his cock and squeezed it.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered, leaning toward him, her head near his shoulder.

"Happens to me all the time," he joked.

"Why do I believe that?"

It was because there was some truth to his comment. At least as far as how Anna always seemed to be pulling the strings on his sexual experiences. Not to mention those of her own; he could only imagine what she was doing to herself at that very moment. Would she actually let herself cum on the plane?

He didn't know that answer. All he knew for sure was that he wouldn't be, even though the hand barely stroking his erection felt so incredible. He took Brenda's wrist gently in his hand, and she knew. Removing her fingers, she pulled back, slowly zipping up his shorts as she stared at him.

"A girl could get carried away pretty easily with that thing," she smiled as she sat back in her chair.

All he could think of to say in response was, "Thanks," which made her chuckle.

"I know. I used to feel the same way when someone would compliment me on my breasts. Really, how are you supposed to answer something like that?"

"What do you mean you used to feel that way? Don't you get complimented on them now? They're spectacular."

"Actually, they are. I guess I just don't flaunt them like I did when I was younger. Although I certainly never did what your wife just did. It surprised me how she was letting them just kind of hang out there like that. She's very... self-confident."

"She's teasing me with them, Brenda. She knows how much I love them, and she loves showing them off. I told you, she's a bit of an exhibitionist."

"I remember you saying that. But seeing it firsthand? That's different. She must be flashing the whole plane."

"No... just us."

"She walked back here like that, Neil. She didn't even know who would be sitting next to you."

"Oh, she knew," he smiled.

"How?"

"If she knows Marissa's name, she knows who's sitting next to me... and what you've been doing. Ann wouldn't have done that if she didn't know it was relatively a safe move. She's carefree, but she's not careless."

Of course, he was right. Ann had struck up a friendship with Marissa the moment she got on the plane. It was part of her DNA; the ability to connect with someone almost instantly. She knew from the moment she saw Marissa that she was her kind of girl; one full of life, full of self-assurance; one that loved to have a good time. She could even tell she was a woman that loved sex and anything that had to do with it.

Once they bonded, Ann pulled her aside, telling her what she was doing with her husband, including the condition he was in when she'd turned him loose to board the plane. Marissa quickly signed up to be her eyes, doing subtle recognizance as she worked her job.

To Marissa, it was a bit of a shock to believe Neil was actually sitting next to a married woman, who was sitting next to her sleeping husband, and the two that were awake were flirting so casually. But when she relayed that information to Ann, she took it in stride. After all, she knew how charming her husband could be. The idea of using his massive hard-on as a conversation starter seemed perfectly normal to her. That he'd taken that opportunity to turn it into some harmless erotic fun spoke more about how sexy he could be as well.

And that's exactly how Brenda was looking at him. There he was, sitting idly by, unfazed by the fact that some strange older woman had just fondled his manhood, and in public on a passenger jet, no less. Then there was his wife, freely gallivanting through the cabin, her blouse mostly unbuttoned, her panties now safely tucked in her husband's shorts. And she was sitting in a seat next to two total strangers, a vibrator humming happily in her pussy.

Thinking of how Neil just described her, she handed him the dildo, standing up. "Can you excuse me for a moment, Neil?"

"Uh sure," he said as he scrambled, stuffing the fake cock next to his leg, hiding it as he grabbed the drinks off the tray before lifting it. "Where are you going?"

It was a stupid question, really. There were only so many places she could go on a plane, and it was pretty obvious. He felt awful about asking it as soon as he saw her pick up her purse. But she took it in stride, winking as she said "I'm going to work on becoming more carefree. I'll be right back."

She returned a few minutes later, sliding across in front of him, swaying her tight ass as she looked over her shoulder. She lingered there for a moment, watching him smile as she made a point to stick it out just a touch. He had to resist the urge to reach up and feel it, but that didn't stop him from caressing the shapely curves with his eyes.