Nichy never slept well on a plane, and with unending thoughts about Drew who she had only been separated with for hours it was impossible. Those hours included an ocean, and they were so far apart that it hurt. Nichy looked over at Carole, who was fast asleep and wore her fancy eye mask that looked like a masquerade mask. It was dark on the plane because everyone was sleeping, but Nichy could not sleep at all.
Her body was hungry for Drew. She could still feel his body against hers, and inside of hers. Her hand had slipped between her thighs instinctively and when she realized it was there, Nichy plotted to pleasure herself discreetly since it was so dark on the plane.
Loosening her seatbelt around her hips, Nichy pulled up her dress. The inside of her thighs were already damp, as she caressed the inside of them. She could smell her own heat and slipping her fingers from under her blanket, Nichy tasted her fingers and could taste the sex that she and Drew had had just hours earlier.
Her other set of fingers moved from her thighs to her satiny lips, and Nichy sucked her fingers harder as she inserted a couple of her fingers into herself. And then pulled them out abruptly.
Her fingers felt good moving in and out of her, but Drew felt better so they were a weak replacement. Nichy was startled by moisture above her cheeks. Her eyes tightened, tears fell and she saw Drew’s face and thought about what it was like to kiss him. She remembered his scent and his warmth. The memory of the way he held her burned her, and her body felt scalded.
Her phone buzzed, and her clit trilled with it. She picked it up, and the scent of her heat filled her as she saw Drew’s name pop up on her screen.
Do you miss me yet? he texted.
Nichy closed her eyes, he had no idea how much she did…
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