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Fifty Shades of Silver: Ch 3 - The Flight

Silver and Stag jet off to Florida... one guy can't keep his eyes (or hands) off of Silver.

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We pull into the long-term parking lot with plenty of time to spare, so we spend a little time straightening up the inside of the truck and getting our stuff together before the bus comes around to take us to the terminal.   Silver is standing on the truck's running board with her head ducked inside resulting in a duplication of the sexy image CCG and I shared at the quickie mart.  Good god, her legs are incredible.  

Since people are coming and going as we gather our stuff, I look around to see if anyone else is enjoying the same view as me.  A couple of cars down I see a man and woman extracting their bags from the trunk of their car; actually, the guy was getting the bags.  The woman is staring right past me, nudging her man with her elbow.

I turn and see that Silver is hanging halfway in the back seat of the truck with her ass in the air, trying to reach a pair of sunglasses that had fallen in the floorboard.  

“Have I told you that I love white lace?” I whisper. “Methinks they like white lace too,” gesturing to the couple. I give them a smile and a wave and they turn quickly back to their car, whispering quietly.

The noise of the bus attracts my attention as it pulls up and stops in between our truck the other couple's car.  The driver is an older man, probably in his mid-sixties, but with a nice face and kind eyes.  Opening the door and descending the steps, he says, "Hi, I'm Benjamin, welcome to Houston!  Step up into my ride and grab a seat... I'll get your bags." 

He gives Silver a wink and she replies a radiant smile and a southern, "Why, thank you, Benjamin!"

Benjamin grabs our bag and gestures with a smile, "Ladies first!" 

As Silver heads up the steps, he gives me a nod and turns to put one foot on the bottom step, ready to follow her up.  Impressive move, dude.  I know what you're about!  I watch as his eyes fixate on her smooth legs as they disappear under her dress, her butt swaying back and forth as she climbs.  By the time she hits the top step, the angle is perfect for him to catch a quick flash of her sexy bum.   Needless to say, he was not disappointed... and neither was I.

There are already a few people on the bus, so we settle on the bench seat at the back for the short trip to the terminal.  It's so nice not driving!  I take the window side and Silver sits in the middle, glancing up to see the couple from earlier making their way down the aisle.  She sees Silver's face and turns quickly to sit down, her husband follows suit... only after giving Silver a smile and quick once over.  As usual, we sit so we can touch... my hand resting on the warm skin of her upper thigh. 

The trip is quick and soon we're standing up to disembark.  Being at the back of the bus gives us a chance to people watch, which is always fun, so we sit back down to wait for the crowd to clear.  I slide my hand a bit farther up Silver's thigh, the dress giving way.  I can feel the white lace against my pinky finger. 

Everyone else is standing up, digging around for their belongings and bags.  The couple from earlier is busily gathering their stuff, periodically glancing our way.  Finally, Silver and I stand up and grab our bags and follow the couple off of the bus. 

The driver is standing outside the door lending a helping hand to the women as they make their way down the steps to the curb.  Silver is descending the steps as I watch Benjamin offer his hand with a smile, "You are a vision in yellow, ma'am." 

Silver hesitates, "Ma'am??" looking mildly shocked, hands on her hips.  "Benjamin, I'm on vacation... plus, I'm definitely not a "ma'am" this weekend!" 

He blushes a bit and replies, "You're right... allow me to rephrase, 'You are a vision in yellow, gorgeous!'" 

She grins and allows him to help her down the last step.  "Now that deserves a good tip!" and with that, pops up on her toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

Ben smiles, "Best tip I've gotten this week, ma... Gorgeous!" he amends.   As we are walking toward the terminal building, Ben says, "Y'all have an awesome weekend; maybe I'll be here when you get back on Sunday!" 

We smile and wave back, "Thanks, ya never know!"

Ahhh... the terminal building is nice and cool after the Texas heat in July.  I glance over and see that the cold air has had an effect on Silver as her nipples are standing at attention, threatening to tear through the thin fabric.  She follows my eyes saying, "The A/C feels great," reaching into her bag, "but I need my sweater!" 

"Don't want to put anybody's eye out?" I ask with a grin.  There's that famous eye roll! 

We work our way to security and after a short time, we are through and on our way to the gate.

Silver leads the way as we head down the jetway and into the airplane. I’ve already arranged the seating in the emergency exit row so we will have plenty of room to stretch out and enjoy the flight as much as possible. It’s not first class, but it’s better than nothing!

It looks like our seats are coming up on the left, so I start looking in the open overhead bins to find a temporary home for our bag. There is an open luggage bin just up on the right-hand side, one row ahead of our seats but on the opposite side. That will work perfectly. I asked the twenty-something, dark-haired guy sitting in the seat below the bin if he needed to use it during the flight.

Big blue eyes looked up at me and said, “No go right ahead, I already have my bag up there so if yours will fit, that’s great.”

I notice him glancing to his right as Silver passes by him in her yummy little yellow number. Clearly, he appreciates what he saw as she walked by. I’d be willing to bet that he is super happy that she will be sitting in the row just behind him and to his right. I know I would be. 

Silver and I settle into our seats (with plenty of leg room, yay,) and talk quietly as we wait for everyone to find their places and we can get this big hunk of aluminum off the ground and on its way to Florida. Although Silver is not fond of flying, she has grown accustomed to “enduring” it. Enduring, in this case, means reading or sleeping... which is perfectly fine with me. She will be rested and ready to have some fun when we get to the sun and the sand. We people watch while we wait for everyone to find their seats.

I look up to see the big dude glancing around doing the same thing we are, watching people. He gives me a nod and then let his eyes slide over to Silver. Her attention is elsewhere, so he takes the opportunity to give my wife a really good once over... or twice over... heck I’ve stopped counting.

He notices her attention beginning to come round to him, so he shifts his eyes, gazing just beyond her head. She gives him a slightly longer than “quick” once over, but she is not one to linger too long on any one person. I suspect that she will come back to him at some point. He’s actually a very good-looking guy. Dark hair... almost black, but trimmed neatly to fall just above his shoulders. We all kind of play this cat and mouse people watching game until everyone finally finds their places and we are getting ready to roll away.

It’s only a few minutes before we’re in the air and jetting toward the Florida Keys.  I raise the armrest between our seats and we get settled in. I am in the window seat because, again, she’s not much on flying, she is in the aisle seat. We give each other a quick kiss on the lips and pull out our tablets to entertain ourselves for the next few hours. I glance up and see that big dude has his tablet out and is watching YouTube videos.

Silver has wedged a pillow in between she and I and is using it lean against. She has one of the airline blankets draped over her body, but it wasn’t quite large enough to cover her legs. If she’s not careful someone might get a glimpse of white. Twitch... twitch. Dammit! She’s just reading her tablet, but I’m over here trying to convert °F to °C in my head to keep little Gabriel from poking her in the arm.

Ok.... if  °C/5=(°F - 32)/9...
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ok. That’s better. 

After about an hour, the flight attendants start delivering beverages and snacks, so we untangle ourselves and sit up. Silver sits in her seat cross-legged with her dress tucked down to hide her panties. Although our tray tables are a little further away because of the door, it's a reasonable trade-off for more room during the flight.  

We get our snacks and Silver turns to me and asks, “You know when I gave that bus driver, Benjamin, a kiss on the cheek, I was just playing around right?“.

“Of course honey!“ I reply. “I love it when you flirt with other guys... I think it’s sexy,” waggling my eyebrows.

She laughs and says, “You’re so silly, I love you.”

We continue to chat idly as we eat our snacks, just enjoying the fact that we’re alone together on our way to Florida without any children.

I glance and see an unexpected image on dark-haired dude’s tablet. The image is mostly yellow but it sure looks like those are tan legs and a flash of white lace. Apparently, dark-haired dude is a bit of a voyeur and he is, at this very moment, taking a video up my wife's skirt. I looked down in her lap and noticed that her skirt has indeed become dislodged and her white triangle is clearly visible from his low vantage point.

I nudge Silver gently, nodding toward the seat in front of us. She looks over and sees her panties on his screen... just as I do; she doesn’t say a word, but the next thing I see on the screen is her red tipped index finger waving back and forth in the universal sign for “naughty, naughty”.

He lurched like he’d been shocked and quickly put the tablet down. Silver could barely hold in her laughter. I, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky and snorted loudly.  DHD didn’t turn around for the rest of the ride. 

We are seated in the emergency exit row; plenty of room to ourselves during the flight, but also plenty of room to scatter our belongings. As we finish up our “packing”, Silver, being the woman she is, hops up on her tiptoes... grabbing the bag from overhead. I’m not surprised because she is quite capable of taking care of business without help, and often does. I’m guessing that she thought something like, “Gabriel is in the window seat and I’m on the aisle... so I will just grab our bag from the overhead.”  Very practical kind of woman.  I love this practical woman with all my heart.

 The lightweight yellow fabric is barely covering her ass and, although her back is to me, I know that her nipples are quite visible in the cold cabin air, especially since she removed her sweater a few minutes ago.  DHD is doing his absolute best to NOT look at her, and failing miserably.  She's so close to him, I'm sure he can smell her perfume.

Geezzzus! Let’s see... 96°F equals... no, 96-32... ugh!

She pulls the bag down with a triumphant grin and I glance behind her to see the awestruck face of dark haired dude. I can picture in my mind what he saw as Silver was reaching into the overhead bin.

I give him the standard, “Pretty damn yummy, right?” manly head tilt, which he immediately responds with a grin and a nod.

“My baby is so strong,” I say to Silver, who completely missed our “man interaction”.

She smiles and shows me her muscles, "Roar!"

Taking the bag from her, I start running interference as we make our way down the narrow aisle. It’s only two rows before the line comes to a halt. I turn around to talk to Silver and see the dark-haired dude from earlier getting ready to stand up right behind her. He swings his long legs out into the aisle and stands up. The only issue is, Silver chooses that moment to step back slightly and ends up pressing her back directly against him. 

Surprised, she turns around to apologize and finds herself looking directly at his chest. This dude is taller than we thought! Tilting her reddening face up, “Ooh, I’m so sorry!” she says with her lovely southern lilt.

His face splits into a toothy grin, “I would fly every single day if only to bump into a beautiful woman like you!“

“You’re sweet, but I’m old enough to be your mother!” And after a tiny pause adds, “... ok, maybe not your mother, but definitely an aunt!“, she laughs, turning around to continue down the aisle.

He follows and I can hear the quiet rumble of his voice, “You don’t look like any aunt I’ve ever known...”  This earns him a slightly embarrassed grin and her famous eye roll. After another few rows, we stop again. Glancing back, Silver and dark-haired dude are conversing over her shoulder. I can’t quite make out what they are saying, but they are enjoying each other’s company.

Is he crowding her a little bit?  Silver does not seem to mind.

Sounds from the cockpit make me turn back around to see if the line is starting to move again and without thinking, I go ahead and take a step forward, bumping into the guy in front of me. “Sorry!” I say, stepping back a bit. Silver must have noticed me moving forward and started moving forward herself which caused the dark-haired dude to move in unison.

You’ve probably already figured out what is about to happen. I’m moving backward and both of them are moving forward so us guys end up being the bread in a Silver sandwich.  I turn around to find DHD pressed against her from the surge of people.

She and I are practically nose to nose and I can feel her breasts pressing against my chest. DHD’s shining blue eyes and smiling face above Silver’s head says it all...His hips pressed against her lower back and his oversized hands are resting on her shoulders... I assume to help steady her when we collided. “Oh!” She says with a look of surprise.

“I’m sorry darling!” I say while moving back to give her some room. Her surprised look relaxes a little, but even though I’ve given her space, she doesn’t move a muscle. It’s like her feet are rooted to the floor. “Baby? You Ok?” She blinks once... twice.

Releasing a slow breath, she steps forward with that beautiful Silver smile says, “Absolutely!”  As I’m turning to head up the aisle, I see Silver glance back at DHD and gives him what looks like a sly, sexy smile. 

We’re finally out of the airplane on the jetway; as we walk side-by-side, my arm is around her with my hand gently resting on her ass cheek. I’m sure DHD is enjoying the view of her ass swaying back and forth as he follows us; I know my hand is!

She looks up at me and smiles, resting her head on my shoulder for a moment as we continue to walk off the jetway into the terminal. “Have I told you how much I love being your woman?”

I give her ass cheek a gentle squeeze and say, “Yes you have, but I love hearing it every time.”

We make our way through the terminal, Silver looking radiant in yellow. Stepping into the sun outside, we quickly find a cab and soon we are cruising our way to the all-inclusive, adults-only resort... I can’t wait! 


...


We snuggle together in the back of the cab. Silver seems a little quiet, so I ask, “Everything ok love?” 

She looks thoughtful and says, “Well... yes, I’m great, perfect actually... but I do need to tell you something.”

“Baby, you know you can tell me anything. What is it?” “

“When we were getting off the airplane,  that “Mr. Really Tall Guy” with the dark hair?” 

“Yeah? He WAS pretty darn tall... and he seemed to enjoy checking you out, although he wasn’t very smooth about it,” I say with a grin.

“That’s for sure, although I wonder what plans he has for that video?!” she asks, her cheeks a bit flushed. I don’t say anything... assuming that she’s running her own scenarios through her head.

After a minute, she whispers, “I couldn’t move.”

Not quite understanding, I ask “What do you mean baby?”

“When he was standing behind me, I felt his arm against my lower back...”

“And? Did he grope you or something? Do I need to go find him and kick him in the balls?” 

Silver can’t suppress the snort, “No baby! Other than being a little voyeur with his tablet earlier, he actually seemed nice... we talked in the aisle. His name is Joel and is on the swim team at the University of Houston and will be graduating in a few months. He actually apologized to me for taking that video and offered to delete the video right then.

I asked him if my face was in it, he said no so I thought about it for a minute... ‘Gabriel will probably love that he has that video.’ So I told him that it was OK if he kept the video, but I would appreciate if he did not post it anywhere. His promise seemed sincere, but what he said next kinda surprised me. He asked, 'Your husband likes it when you flirt with other men?'"

She continued, "I didn’t know what to tell him, honey! Obviously, he heard us talking about Benjamin earlier, so I just said 'Yes... and he’s the reason I’m not making you delete that video... I know that he will love that you have it. Please keep it to yourself, ok?'”

Twitch... twitch... my smile takes over my face. “Oh god, baby...” I place my hands on her cheeks and pull her in for a hot kiss and feel her hand slide up my thigh.

Is the A/C on in this cab?? Sure is hot in here.

“It wasn’t his arm.” She says against my mouth.

I pull back, looking into your eyes and say, “S’cuse me?”

Holding my gaze, she says again, “It wasn’t his ARM.”


...

“When he was behind me.  In the aisle. My back pressed against him and I felt a lump against the middle of my back. It wasn’t his arm, baby,” her eyes going a bit wide.

Realizing the implication, I feel my cock growing.

Twisting around in her seat, she points to a spot just below her shoulder blades, “From here... to here” sliding her finger down to “tramp stamp” territory.

“Holy crap!” I breathe... her eyes are glassy when she turns back to me.

“Holy crap is right! His hands were on my shoulders and as he felt me stepping away he resisted a little bit,  pressing the entire length of what I now know is his cock, against my back.”

Then he whispered so only I could hear, “I would love to hear you roar.”

“WTF? Jesus baby, I’m so sorry!” 

“Why?”

“While I absolutely love it when you flirt... of course men will flirt right back, I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable... ever.”

Folding her arms in front of her chest, “Do ya think I can’t take care of myself? He may be a big guy, but I never felt threatened or anything.   I mean, I did just tell him that he could keep his little video of me, right?  He probably felt emboldened by that, plus I’d be willing to bet 'something else' was influencing his normal decision-making abilities... such a man thing!”

“Sweetheart, you have dealt with men hitting on you your entire life, I have no doubt that you could handle Joel,” I say, leaving the double entendre hanging in the air. “I apologize for the interruption, please continue my love.”

“A-n-y-w-a-y ...“ she exhales, ignoring my sexual quip; her pupils dilate a bit and her voice turns husky, ”the way he said it... I felt the rumble of his chest. It was... it made me... I was... oh, god... like I melted inside,” turning her red face away.

She is so beautiful when she blushes and I tell her as much.

“Be honest love... how did that really make you feel? You were OK earlier, are you sure you are ok?”

“No love, you misunderstand, I’m perfectly fine... I just...I’ve never. Fuck. I honestly don’t know how I feel. It kinda made me feel good, ya know? I mean c’mon! A veritable 'tall, dark and handsome' twenty-something college swimmer who was so obviously interested? Would make most women swoon.” 

“And,” pointing her finger at me, “For your info: I didn’t swoon... I just got a little light headed for half a second or so. The problem is the fact that I’m not upset. Not at all. I feel like I should feel guilty or something but I don’t, and that’s just weird, don’t you think? Ah hell, I don’t know!" her hands drop into her lap with frustration.

“Let me just say, sweetheart, you are you and I love you just the way you are. Whatever feelings, wants or desires you have, they are yours.  Own them.  You know I accept you for exactly who you are and whomever you want... all I need is to be your lover, best friend and husband.”

Silence descends on the cab. I motion for Silver to turn around and I use my hand to measure the distance... “Holy God...” my thumb and index finger spread as far as I can stretch.  “That’s gotta be nine-inches at least.” Calculating an approximate girth, I add, “Basically, the size of your forearm... just sayin’.”

“Gabriel William! His size doesn’t matter because I have no plans on, how did you put it, 'handling' Josh.  Besides, I’d be afraid of something that big! It’s a ‘moot’ point anyway, he’s probably home by now.”

I laugh out loud at her Joey Tribbiani reference, almost missing the rest of the sentence along with the subtle voice inflection change.

Did sarcasm just change to disappointment?

As we contemplate that statement, we pull into the resort and stop under the wide portico. Our door opens to reveal a handsome young man with a smile on his face.

“Welcome to the Key West Escape!”

Up next: Chapter 4 - Florida: Suite, Sun, Sand and Seduction

 

 

 

 

 

 

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