She walked towards the other lavatory, closer to her side of the plane. The bigger one.

The tall, blonde flight attendant was walking down the aisle in my direction just as Suzy headed towards the rest room. I shook my head slightly at the blonde attendant and shut my reading light off.

I reached for the toy that I’d tucked into the seat pocket of the empty seat next to me. When the lights in the galley where the attendants hung out dimmed, I stood up, and, as quietly as I could, reached for the handle of the overhead compartment and pulled on it. It fell open smoothly and glided down.

Less than a minute later, toy and harness in hand, I made my way to the lavatory Suzy had gone to.

The door was unlocked so I simply pushed on the accordion-style door to open it.

She’d been wiping her hands after washing up and didn’t bother turning around. She simply raised her head to look at the mirror; our eyes met through its reflection.   She’d slipped her jacket off, and it was now hanging on a stud on the wall. She’d untucked and unbuttoned her sheer silk blouse so that it hang open loosely, exposing an expanse of smooth, porcelain skin.

Wordlessly, I turned and pushed the lock into place. The light that came on bathed our sanctuary with a soft glow.

She took a step back until her ass made contact with the rounded edge of the lavatory’s narrow ledge. I took a few surprisingly steady steps towards her, reached out, and caressed her face with one hand before slipping it behind her neck. I started pulling her head forward.

I bent and stopped less than an inch from her face, close enough for our breaths to mix in the same space. “I’m not going to kiss you on the lips, but I am going to fuck you,” I whispered as our lips barely grazed.

I released my hold on her nape, and began to lazily slide my lips down her fragrant neck, occasionally licking the silky skin there. With ease borne out of experience, gained mostly over the past year, I unbuttoned my jeans, and slipped them off without pausing from my exploration of her skin.   She arched her neck back, offering more of it to my lips and exploring tongue. As I kissed along her collarbone, I slipped the harness on. Reluctantly, I drew my head back and focused on adjusting the straps.