We sit anxiously on the plane, awaiting our landing. It seems like it has taken an eternity to get to this paradise away from the smog and crowdedness of the city. We peer out the window, the most beautiful blue water below us, encircling small coral reefs and sharks swimming frantically for a meal. We brace for touchdown, your hand gripping my thigh tightly. I do the same, except under your skirt, I smirk at the gesture. You let out a giggle as we are finally on the ground. As we get off the plane the tropical sun at dusk hits us, warm, almost sensual in touch. We grab our things and hail a cab for the twenty-minute ride to the beachfront villa we have for the next few days.
We get into the cab and wind down the palm-lined road. Your hand reaching for my crotch, you squeeze and rub hard and slow, just the way I like it. My eyes watching the driver, I lean to kiss your neck and my hand darting for your pussy under your skirt. Hand slowly sliding up your thigh, pinching your pussy and rubbing your clit through your already soaked panties. You let out a soft moan and the driver looks, whatever dude. We both laugh as we continue to the hotel.
We check in, and walk down to the beautiful villa. We enter, drop our bags and grab some drinks from the top shelf stocked bar we have in the room. Our villa secluded from the others, I make us celebratory Mojitos. We walk out to the deck, sit, smoke, drink, making out.
As we finish our delicious refreshing beverages you whisper, “Porn?” I respond in typical fashion, smirking.