<strong>Andrew<br/>Sitting with Angel</strong><br/><br/>He shrugged his shoulders but still remained leaning over her as he looked out the window. Watching the world from up high was somewhat disorientating. He didn't want to contemplate how a plane managed to stay up in the air the way it did. He felt her hand rest on his, making him realize just where he had placed. Instead of throwing his hand off of her, however, she moved his hand up her thigh.<br/><br/>He looked up at her with that and smiled at her. He slid his hand the rest of the way up her thigh and pressed it firmly over her womanhood, pressing his fingers with force against the fabric of her jeans. He felt his own manhood start to tingle with arousal. This was a Hedonist club trip. Perhaps there was more to angel then met the eye. It certainly distracted him from his fear of flying.<br/><br/>"That sounds like a deal to me." He murmurs back, now that the lights had dimmed and his face was inches from hers. "Perhaps you can help distract me from my fear of flying and I can help you...open up?"