Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 34

"You must be still sleepy, because I can hardly hear you. We have all the time in the world, so you can go right back to sleep if you want," he added sweetly.

Even he yawned into her hair, he was sleepy too.

Lynne squirmed into her seat.

"Are you still cold...I can get them to get you another blanket. Give you my sweater if you want. Just glad your mind is off some of that hard shit from earlier. Don't worry, I'll be there for you baby. Just set your mind at ease. It's tough, but I'll be there, you can depend on me," he murmured.

But him talking in her ear, with his hot breath did anything but set her mind at ease. She was still as aroused as she was when she dosed off, and her arm hairs stood up. She let out a soft whimper.

Maybe because it was dark on the plane, and he couldn't see her face, but Lynne couldn't believe he couldn't tell how horny she felt right now, sitting in the seat beside him. Normally he noticed right away, and those beautiful baby blue eyes started to sparkle with hints of deeper blue, and he pounced on her delightfully, sucking her lips, necking her, grabbing her breasts, drawing her into him deeper, into a sexual nature.

She knew she couldn't expect that on the plane. They were in public, and she was wrong for wanting him to pull that seat back and make love to her right now. Furthermore, she was sure that they'd be detained by airport security back in New York. The thought of it sent color to her cheeks and a smile on her face.

She chuckled slightly at her naughty thoughts, then blushed and looked out the window, studying, staring, seeing nothing, before shutting the window cover.

"Something funny," he teased, tickling her under her arm.

"Baby, stop," she murmured, squirming.

She bit her lip shyly. Her panties were such a mess she was worried about it leaking onto her jeans. She needed relief. A helping hand.

She looked at Leif and took his large right hand, into her own. God his slender, husky, guitar worn fingers felt so good touching her on her body.

His left arm was around her securely. Softly, and discretely she put his pinky into her mouth. She covered it first with a kiss, then with a tiny suck.

"Okay now sweetheart, you're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble when this thing lands, because you're making me start to rise to the occasion," he whispered in her ear as she sucked his pinky.

"My panties already need rinsing," she murmured under her breath. Leif let out a startled chuckle.

"What did you say sweetness, did you say what I thought you just said," whispered Leif with a grin.

She took his husky fingers and moved them languidly over her neck.

"You're soft as hell Lynne, and my sexy little tease. Why are you stirring up shit that can't be finished, three thousand miles in the sky? You wait...just you wait...when are we setting this damn wedding date? You're not going to be able to sit for a week after we're married," he warned huskily.

Lynne felt the butterflies in her stomach. The prospect of rough sex both scared and delighted her at the same time.

Lynne wanted the pleasure of his hands rubbing gently in her panties so much, her eyes filled with tears again and they dripped on his forearm.

"Don't get sad again sweetness, not now okay. I won't let your parents hurt you anymore. Now I love you very much," he added sweetly, dotingly nuzzling and kissing the crown of her hair.

"Please help me, I can't stand it, don't want to help it anymore, I need you to touch me so much" she moaned softly, and she brought that husky right hand over her breast discreetly, in the dark, under the blanket.

"Shit Lynney, that's what's been going on under the blanket," he asked with a soft chuckle.

And, Lynne felt her face flush with shame. She was glad that it was dark on the plane, and her eyelids rimmed with fresh water. He probably thought she was slutty, and her aggressiveness in public probably turned him off. Why couldn't she learn to control herself when she was close to him, she thought she'd be getting more used to him by now with all the great sex, and that her hormones would have calmed down a bit.

And just when she was about to apologize and move his hand, he so gently brushed her aching nipple and gave her breast a very gentle squeeze with three fingers and a thumb.

"Next time you feel this way, you tell me a little sooner, and you can be having fun a lot faster. But you need to keep quiet," he added, and he moved his hand over her knee, covertly, patting it tenderly.

Lynne also reached one hand under her blanket, looked out the window, as though nothing was the matter at all, and they were entirely innocent. He started discretely pecking the column of her neck under her ear. He kept it affectionate so as not to draw attention to the secret intimacy they were about to share in public. But even that affectionate kiss, in her secret spot filled her with warm, tingly arousal.

Lynne reached down and unbuttoned her denim jeans.

Then she took his hand, which was gently caressing her belly button under her shirt, and brought it lower, and lower, over the waistband of her underwear. He knew what she liked; he drew her panties up higher, pulling at them, giving her a camel toe, which tickled her clitoris.

"Leif, baby please," murmured Lynne leaning forward, squirming, and biting her lip, her head against the closed window.

"Shhhh....hush now Lynney. Keep quiet and let your man relieve you. Wish I was your husband. That sounds even sexier. Hush up and let your husband relieve you," he added sweetly.

He knew she loved being tickled by her own wet panties over her pussy. He kept doing it discreetly, while it looked like his hands were innocently resting on her belly, the tickling with her underwear sending her sopping wet pussy into a sweet, achy, frenzy.

"You aren't relieving me, you're teasing me," she said, with a playful chuckle under her breath, even as her tears, now from happiness, how he made her feel beautiful, proud, and special about confessing her sensual cravings, his willingness to please her, and even that he loved the person she was.

Such a powerful sexual elixir.

And it was so fucking naughty. He was pleasuring her pussy in the midst of all these sleeping, quietly reading passengers, and airline stewardesses bustling up and down the aisle. She was about to have the biggest orgasm of her life amidst three hundred people, in the public, like her secret fantasies of public sex, and she had to stifle down the joy and pleasure of her tingling pussy, so as not to give away their naughtiness.

It was delightful to be able to experience the secret longing with him. She knew her pussy lips were so swollen because she was so aroused. If she concentrated, she thought she could come just from her cotton victoria secret panties brushing lightly over her clit.

She was so horny she had contorted her face into a fuck face.

And Leif had graciously leaned over her pretending to be asleep and cuddling the crown of her hair, to disguise the sexual face, as though he was cuddling her innocently.

"I'm gonna rub your sweet pussy now, so you need to keep quiet, don't give it away or your pleasure will have to wait until we land, and are safe in our apartment. I know you don't want that. I know you are horny as hell, so behave while I pleasure you," he whispered in her ear with all the patience and passion in the world.

At home, he wouldn't have warned her, but she knew why he warned her on the plane. They were in public and he didn't want her to cry out from shock, delight, and pleasure at getting her pussy pleased, and indulging in her secret fantasy.

He brought husky fingers deliciously over the sweet pad of flesh between her legs. He gently squeezed the region where her pussy lips and clitoris came together. Whenever he gently squeezed that area, it felt so good.

Lynne bit her lower lip gently.

She wanted to thrust into his gently masturbating fingers the way she did at home. Not being able to move, not being able to cry out with joy drove her crazy. It made the sensations even more intense, just like she dreamed in her fantasies.

He mercifully covered her clit with the one middle finger, and he rubbed her in those sweet, gentle circles. And just like when they were alone, he didn't just give her exactly what she needed, he teased her to make it better for her, when he finally gave her what she needed. He took his hands out of her panties occasionally stopping to trace her belly button and remind her of her own wetness, as she felt her hot stickiness grazing her stomach.

But Lynne thought her underwear would be so wet she wouldn't be able to stand up without embarrassment later when he took his fingers discretely out of her panties, and from under the blanket. He discreetly sucked his fingers as though he were licking salt from his fingers after opening the bag of peanuts they'd given them as an airline snack.

He fed her a few peanuts, and admonished her.

"Lick the sweet salt off my fingers, be a good girl," loud enough so that only she could hear.

She sucked her pussy juices off his fingers, pretending she was licking the peanut salt, then giggled when he discreetly pecked her.

His hands went back under the blanket covertly, and into her opened denim jeans, and snuck his way under her wet cotton panties.

"Are you ready to come darlin'," he murmured huskily in her ear.

Those sweet husky fingers tickled her belly button, and then lightly tickled her clitoris and the sweet furrow of her pussy lips surrounding her clitoris. God, his three fingers on that pad of flesh felt so good, Lynne stiffened her thighs.

"Feels so good to my sweet little lady doesn't it," he murmured huskily in her ear.

As though it wasn't arousing enough for him to be touching her in public, him whispering those naughty innuendos in her ears while he pleasured her had Lynne's nipples straining so hard against her t-shirt that they burned.

"Forgot about them," he murmured huskily and he playfully tugged at the blanket sending the fabric of her shirt and the blanket dragging tortuously over her throbbing nipple.

"Leif, please," whimpered Lynne.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....I don't want to have to stop pleasuring you baby girl," he whispered in her ear, then kissed her cheek.

He sat up, looking around, his eyes darting over the passengers, and the airline stewardesses, his beautiful blue eyes almost appearing wolf like in their scrutiny.

"Now you're gonna need to be quiet now, if you're gonna let me, make you come in public. If you moan, I'm gonna spank your naughty ass when we get home. Turn you right over my knee and spank you, for giving away our public naughtiness, and embarrassing your man. Is that what you want?" he asked her playfully.

"No, no, I want to be your good girl, please," she whispered hoarsely, tears of pleasure in her eyes.

The erotic domination, the tenderness, exploration of her private fantasies, it was almost too much for Lynne.

Lynne gripped the left armrest of her seat until her knuckles turned red. She was simply broken with the pleasure of being repeatedly teased to the point of orgasm, indulging in her very private lusts for public sex with Leif, and her sensual delight at the naughty talk. She loved when he playfully dominated her with erotic words.

"You ready to join the mile high club. Do you know how to keep that beautiful mouth of yours quiet," teased Leif playfully.

"What's the mile high club?" murmured Lynne huskily.

"Damn it. You are so fucking innocent, and I love it so much. You'll join it after you're pleasured, and have your orgasm in the friendly skies. I'll explain more after we land. My sweet baby," said Leif with a smile.

Sure that no one was watching them, he licked his fingers discretely, wrapped his left arm around her as though he was cuddling her, his right hand finding it's way under the blanket, and into her lap.

He started the gentle squeezing and rubbing motion that her swollen pussy lips craved. Leif knew just how to play with her soaking wet pussy, and he cared about rubbing it in the ways he knew felt good to her, different than any other man in the world. There was nothing she could do but nibble her lips.

"Such a good little wifey in training, that's right, you don't make a sound," he murmured discreetly covering her ear with moist kisses.

"I wish I could give you something a little more to make my Lynney feel good, I know you feel crummy right now. This is all I can do for you now. I'll do more later to comfort you when we get home, you can have my dick as much as you need when we're in private," he murmured indulgently, and he curled his fingers, and tickled the entrance of her pussy with his middle finger, all the while squeezing and rubbing her aching pussy lips and clitoris.

Lynne wanted his middle finger buried in her pussy so much, she quickly rocked upwards under the guise of straightening up her blanket to catch some more shut eye.

Leif chuckled with delight.

"So damn cute," he muttered under his breath as she greedily sucked his husky middle finger tip deep into her pussy.

He started gently twirling his finger inside of her, rubbing it over her magical g-spot, the palm of his hand tracing her pussy in these gentle circles.

If they were at home, Lynne would have been lifting her hips and ass high off the seat by now, thrusting into his fingers, and moaning loudly, while Leif would have asked her gently, if she was ready for something bigger than his fingers, and opened his jeans to give her his fat, luscious dick.

But there was none of that on this airplane.

He pressed his palm more firmly into her pussy.

"You're so wet sweetness. I wish there was something more I could do for you. I'm so hard, if we were at home, I would want to make love to you, and come in that sweet pussy for hours. I think it's the fact that I can't, that makes it so exciting, to touch you like this. I think that's why you like it too baby," he added softly.

Lynne grabbed the base of his wrist and started bringing his hand over her in more rapid circles.

Instead of crying out loudly like she wanted to, she gulped air rapidly into her lungs, and exhaled slowly as she felt the sweet strains of pleasure start to radiate through her pussy.

His palm grazing her aching, swollen clitoris and giving it sweet, firm pressure in gentle circles started the glimmer of pleasure, and then, his luscious finger pressing into her gspot made the feeling reverberate satisfyingly through her womanhood causing her womb to contract with tingly ecstasy.

The sweet waves of pleasure lurched between her legs and between her thighs, and they would not stop. Multiples at Leif's expert caresses. Each time her pussy muscles contracted with delight, Leif would ease some of the pressure that his palm was giving her pussy, and dislodge his finger so that it was not resting on her g-spot. And, once he felt she calmed down and her wave of orgasm had passed, he pushed against her pussy with his palm satisfyingly and firmly caressing her g-spot. He teased her and edged her orgasm again and again.

He let Lynne decide when she had enough and she told him by squeezing her thighs around his gently caressing fingers so he couldn't move them.

Leif chuckled.

"Shit Lynney, you been working out, you're cutting the circulation off of my hand!" he whispered playfully in her ear.

"Then you shouldn't be such a fucking tease!" admonished Lynne with a harsh whisper.

Leif pressed his lips together to stifle the urge to laugh loudly. Lynne covered her mouth with the blanket, panting softly as she rode the waves of hot, sweet, achy pleasure to a satisfying conclusion at the urging of Leif's sweet fingertips.

It was so damn good for Lynne! As Leif whispered, the pleasure was so much more intense than anything she'd felt, because she knew she couldn't cry out, and because he was giving her this very private pleasure in such a public place, and it felt naughty, delicious, and wrong.

And it also felt incredibly loving, because he knew he'd loved her with his fingers under the blanket to take her mind off the pain of the issues with her parents as well.

Her orgasm over, she relaxed her thighs, then after about a minute, discretely removed his hand from under her panties, and then, after another minute went by, Leif took his hand from under the blanket.

Lynne's lips were curling into a naughty grin.

"Bet my fucking fingers are purple, you've got a death like grip," he whispered between innocent pecks of her cheek.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too," she murmured.

Leif turned on the reading light with the hand that hadn't been caressing Lynne, examining his fingertips.

"Leif!" whispered Lynne harshly.

"I'm just looking to make sure you didn't break my fingers," he said playfully.

"I didn't break your damn fingers, turn off that light before someone sees what's on your fingers!" she whispered pinching his side.

"No one's gonna notice your sweet juices. Damn, so sweet, never seen my fingers so wet before. Can't wait to eat your pussy later. Keep it wet for me," he whispered playfully.

Lynne broke into the sweetest soft giggles, and shut off the overhead light.

Leif started eating more of those damn airline peanuts, then, he licked the sweet juices of Lynne he really craved off of his fingers, and then fed her more peanuts so she could do the same.

"Go on, get a little more shut eye. Still got like an hour. Don't want you worried about nothin' right now, we'll take care of it," he added innocently patting her rear.

She buried her head in his chest, and mercifully fell into satisfying slumber.

***

Later on, back at the house, Leif brought in their suitcases.

"Look, I want you to unpack your suitcase as soon as we get up tomorrow, because I don't want to be tripping over it all week, but I've got better things for you to do to me tonight," murmured Lynne, grabbing his peck as he sat the suitcase down in the hallway.

"Mmm, I like when you are sassy. Maybe I've got better things for you to do tonight too, you little tease. It was so hot, teasing you and pleasing you like that in front of everyone's nose. Giving you what you said you always wanted..." he murmured huskily.

"Yeah, what I always wanted. Private pleasure in a public place," she murmured with a naughty grin.

"Leave your phone on the coffee table...don't want you thinking of that shit," he added, swatting her ass.

Leif did not want her thinking about that damn phone at all right now. Only her pleasure, and the tender love and bond they were creating.

She grabbed her phone, and his, and sat them on the coffee table.

She returned to the hallway, near the bedroom, and he pushed her into the room by the seat of her denim pants, groping her juicy ass.

In the bedroom, which was still dark and illuminated only by the streetlight, Leif stripped down naked, eagerly, throwing his clothes in the corner on his side of the bed, while Lynne stood in the corner of her side of the room, doing the same thing.

She was slower than Leif, and he was already laying across the bed.

She'd stipped off her jeans, and the dressy lacy shirt she'd worn on the plane, but she was still in her white panties and that cute little white t-shirt with tweety bird on the front, and no damn bra on. She was so fucking sexy without even trying to be.

"Mmm...Leave your t-shirt and panties on and climb on top of me," groaned Leif.

Lynne grinned at him.

He ushered her into her arms.

He grabbed her by her thighs, pulled her towards his lips.

"It was hard, smelling that sweet, sweet smell of your juices hitting my nose, while I rubbed you under the blanket, and not getting any taste," he grunted huskily.