<div class="floatright">(http://www.talkativeman.com/img/Airbus_A350_XWB_Prestige_Cabin_Layout_Plan.jpg)</div>I reached out with one hand, gripping the edge of the small door that you had opened earlier and pushed it shut behind me, closing us off in one of the bedrooms within the luxury airplane we were currently attending a party on. The lights were dimmed, like they had been throughout most of the cabin’s interior, casting a soft glow around the opulently decorated room. It also gave your face ominous, dark, sultry shadows as you sat on the edge of the bed across from me, elbows going to your knees, hands clasping loosely in front of you. That dark hair – slightly shorter now than when we had first met but no less unruly – decorated your forehead as your eyes devoured my form. I knew that gaze. That look. It very much matched my own when we were hungry for each other.<br/><br/>The teasing, easy conversation we’d been having had stalled after getting too intense to ignore and interrupted too many times by party-goers, revelers in pleasure like us. Growing hungers needed sating. So like a few times before, we’d found a hidden place that was still very much in plain view. So while the conversation had died off, your gaze spoke volumes like always and told me everything I needed to know. Your eyes hadn’t strayed from my form since the moment I’d stepped out of our home and into the private car waiting to take us to the airport. I’d chosen a dress that showed off the assets of mine you enjoyed the most.<br/><br/>Namely, everything.<br/><br/>The pink tone of the body-hugging fabric set off my sun-kissed skin, the open portions on the dress displayed pieces of flesh that were advised against showing off in any kind of public, and the black edging matched the small, lace collar I wore. That piece of jewelry was one of three items I rotated through my every-day accessories – either the collar, a matching bracelet, or a similar anklet – all designed exclusively for me and used as a symbol denoting who and what I was to you. Owned. The pieces were meant to be versatile, so I could wear specific ones depending on the outfit and activities of each day.<br/><br/>The collar tugged at me now. Even though neither of us touched it.<br/><br/>Dropping to my knees, then slowly pushing to my hands, I crawled the few feet between us. My straight honey brown tresses fell over my shoulder as my ass and hips swayed tantalizingly. I let my body do the talking instead of my mouth, intent on pushing the limits of your patience as I took my sweet time crossing the few feet between us quietly while the party raged outside the room’s thin walls. I’d known ever since that first night we met you were not a man who tolerated waiting for what he wanted. Not for very long, anyways. But the anticipation of capture had already made me wet and after several months together – both in a personal relationship and in a professional business one – I’d learned a thing or two about the man who I now called mine.<br/><br/>My voice was low, breathy when I finally broke the silence and continued the conversation as if hitting the play button again. “Regardless of where we are…” I started, my eyes never leaving yours even while my hands pushed yours aside and slid up your hard thighs to the clasp of the all-to-expensive pair of slacks you wore. “…Or who is around…” I continued, kneeling between your feet now, tossing my hair over my shoulder as my ass strained the fabric of my dress while I knelt in those ridiculously-high black pumps. My hands parted the folds of those pants, and it took less than a few heartbeats to find my prize.<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://triksa.com/uploads/posts/2013-01/1357253520_clipboard02.jpg)</div><br/>You. Thick. Hard. And throbbing in my hand. I pulled my hand back, watching your face, and slowly brought my thumb up to lick the pad of it. Letting you see the pink of my tongue before it disappeared back into my mouth and I could grasp your dick once more, circling the head with my thumb and stroking intently.<br/><br/>“You know your pleasure is my priority,” I finished, spreading my thighs a bit wider. Tilting my head back just a bit farther so the tips of my hair brushed along my up-turned ass, I lifted my lips to yours, stroking your cock that I meant to suck after sealing those words with a ferocious kiss. Just as our mouths melded together, though, the door to the bedroom swung open, light and sound pouring it.<br/><br/>None of it stopped me from pleasuring you. Only slowed the pace a bit as I shifted to the side to glance over my shoulder. My eyes lit on the blonde beauty who’d stumbled into our little haven, and while surprise was my first expression, it immediately morphed into a smile. One mischievous and welcoming. While I didn’t expect us to be interrupted, or joined, it wouldn’t have been the first time it had happened.<br/><br/>The red dress highlighted her skin and the curvy figure was silhouetted by the light from the party beyond the door. My eyes flicked back up to yours for a moment, looking for some sort of direction, before switching back to hers. My hand left your cock, but didn’t go far. Simply sat on your thigh so I could turn a bit more for balance. Others might have screamed to close the door, get out, stop with the interruption. But us? We were different.<br/><br/>“Hello there gorgeous…”<br/>