1. Flying the friendly skies...


    Date: 7/10/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: brwnsugr, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    The first time I saw the harried husband, he was trying to stop two squealing children from running in circles around their red faced mother who was already struggling to subdue a toddler in the throes of an epic tantrum in the crowded airport terminal. "You just never wanted to come with us anyway ," the wife barked, hauling the screaming toddler off, with a glance back to shout, " You two! Get over here!" The harried husband intercepted and scooped up one laughing child, rather efficiently I thought, and then the other, and trotted off after her. The next time I saw him, he was walking down the aisle loaded down with things the wife had hoped they could carry on. Bumping the heads and arms of plane passengers already seated and tripping over feet he couldn't see because of all the bags and things clutched in his arms. The wife found one row of seats, in front of me, and then another problem for hubby to solve. "They're not together ," she said. Whined, actually. "We're all over the place." An attendant came to help sort that out. One parent could sit with the children. The other would sit alone, two rows back, in a seat between two other passengers. I was about to volunteer my seat when the man sitting next to me, on the aisle, beat me to it. "Well, that's not so bad," the wife said. "We can take turns with Mikey." " Thanks, " the husband said. On his and her behalf, sheepishly, to the man squeezing out of the row to follow the attendant to the seat he would've taken. The ...
    husband opened an overhead bin only to find that one, then another, then another completely full. He shoved one shoulder strapped bag into a small space in one across the aisle, and then sighed, sat, and started trying to shove the rest under his seat and the seat in front of him. "I have some room," I told him. And he smiled at me like I was an angel of mercy in the flesh. So I said, "Will you be needing any of them?" He sorted things out so that he could get to the toys and treats the kids might need. And then fell back against his seat as if he'd just run a marathon. And feeling as if he had, too, no doubt. " I'm sorry," he said. With a wan smile. I liked the dimples in his cheeks. And he had warm eyes. Blue ones. Nice ones. Nice body, too, actually. Muscled but not muscular. Runner maybe. I could see what the wife had initially seen in him. I wasn't sure what he'd seen in the wife. Who appeared over the backs of the seats in front, to say, " Diaper bag!" He fished out the bag in question and handed it over. The wife looked at me and said, “ Sorry ,” like she knew what I thought of her already but didn’t really care. And then dropped down into her seat again. “I’m sorry ,” her mate said again. “Don’t be. It’s tough traveling with kids,” I said. And on cue, one of the kids appeared over the back of his seat. He smiled fondly and said, “Sweetie, sit down and let Mommy buckle—“ The kid suddenly vanished. Yanked down by his mother, apparently. “I am not going to have this,” she ...
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