Hannah's POV

I sank to the floor of the train station,  my bleeding hand throbbing with pain. Tears began streaming down my face as I sobbed. How did I get into this situation.

Luckily I saw through my streaming eyes,  a pair of knee high boots come towards me. Their owner a girl of similar age with curly light blonde hair in a ponytail squatted down in front of me.

She first dealt with my hand wrapping it  in something. She then asked what had happened.

I tried to wipe my tears with the back of my uninjured hand and explained. I had gotten off the train and had instantly got mugged. My attacker had stolen my bag and mobile phone and during the struggle had smacked my hand into one of the nearby windows.

My saviour asked me if I could stand and I said yes. My legs were a little bit wobbly from the ordeal but I was thankfully okay to walk. She introduced herself as Daniela.

Together we left the station and Daniela called a taxi to take us to the nearby hospital. While we travelled my companion also reported my mugging to the police.

After I had been checked in, we both took two chairs in a corridor. I explained what I was doing in Chicago anyway.

Me and my wife Lucy had had a row about Liz and Sadie. To be more specific who was going to look after Sadie while Liz grieved her Aunt who would soon be passing away from Cancer. Our argument had been so explosive that I'd walked out with nothing more than my handbag and went straight to the nearest airport. I'd taken a flight to Chicago and when I arrived I felt rather stupid. I had resolved to get the next train back, but then my mugging had happened.

Daniela listened to this narrative, tears streaming down her face. I was glad she was crying and not laughing. She told me her own sad tale, that she had originally had a life in New York, that had ended when she fell for a coffee shop owner called Enid. A married coffee shop owner.

'We did come to an arrangement with her husband' she continued, tears running down her cheeks. 'But it got too impossible to carry on, so I left'

It was my turn to have tears running down my cheeks. I was called into the examination room, so I wiped my tears and took myself in

The following morning, a bit sleepy, I get up and notice Camilla is awake, I give her thigh a full of love and contained desire pat on her sexy thigh, growing hard as I feel her completely relaxed muscles jiggling in my hand. As my hand still rides the bounces of her jiggling muscles I ask: "Would you like me to make you coffee while you get ready?"

After having a full breakfast (as we are flying many hours), James comes to pick us up to take us to the airport, Camilla, as promised, keeps performing her sexy walk as I have been keeping my promise to hold back and wait to make love with her until we reach our destination.

I feel Jarrod give my thigh a pat noticing his tent was having trouble being contained as I let my thigh jiggle completely unrestrained in his hand. Trying to distract himself he asked if I'd like him to make coffee while I get myself and Jackson ready. I agree and quickly get dressed. I then get Jackson up and ready.

As soon as we're both ready we join Jarrod in the kitchen to find he has made us a full breakfast not wanting either of us hungry on our long plane flight. He then also informs me his friend James volunteered to take us to the airport so we didn't have to pay the uber fees.

Jarrod, Jackson and I quickly eat, clean up and get ready for our ride. I never stop using my sexy walk.

"I can barely wait to have you on vacation later today." Jarrod whispers in my ear.

"Well technically we'll be on vacation once we reach the airport. Would you like to release a bit of pent up energy and join the mile high club again or still want to wait until we land?" I ask whispering teasingly.

Last edited by Princess_Lucky1731 (August 11, 2025 4:09 pm)

Hearing my sexy wife ask if I want to join the mile high club (again) as she gives me her sexy walk makes my willpower falter and my heart skip a beat: “Do you think you can handle an intense explosion of extreme love and desire? Are you up to show the entire tribulation your face with the remnants of tears of joy? Or would you rather wait until we land and have an explosive, unrestrained love making session without the need to hold our moans and have the freedom of positions?”

We pass through the security without any issues, even though I notice a guard looking at Camilla’s sexy legs as she gives me her sexy walk in front of the entire airport.

Camilla and I board with our little Jackson, even though we sit him in the middle I still have access to my sexy wife’s thigh.

After a short while of flying, I put a movie for Jackson so he doesn’t get bored, after the movie starts I give Camilla’s sexy relaxed thigh Abdul of love and desire pat enjoying the sensual jiggle of her muscles as if it was the first time I feel them.

I can’t help but smile when, as soon as I remove my hand from my loving and beautiful wife’s thigh, our little boy mimics me giving his mother a playful pat with his little hand and child strength (Does Camilla’s muscles resist the playful pat Jackson gives her without jiggling or do they give in and jiggle with the contact? Does she choose to flex her muscles to try to prevent them from jiggling (with a chance of success or failure), or does she keep them relaxed not caring if they jiggle, maybe even wobble, or resist firmly? Or does she not have time to react?)

We enjoy seeing Jackson entertained with the movie for the next hour.

Upon my asking Jarrod about the mile high club he asks if I'd be able to handle his explosion and show the whole plane my face after my tears of joy. Or better yet if we wait we can have an explosive, unrestrained love making session without the need to hold our moans and have the freedom of positions. I decided option two was better.

Jarrod, Jackson and I have no trouble getting through security and we soon board. We give Jackson the middle seat thinking it would help with our desires, but I soon realize Jarrod can reach my thigh.

After a few restless moments Jarrod puts on a movie for Jackson to distract him. Seeing as how he seemed to be engrossed in the movie Jarrod lifted his right hand from my left thigh soon returning it with a pat making my thigh jiggle in his hand.

No sooner than Jarrod removed his hand again did I feel Jackson's little hands patting my thigh. My thigh jiggled subtly as he had only so much strength. It was then I looked over at Jarrod and saw he has another tent already in his shorts. To prevent a boy accident we decided it'd be best if we tried to keep our hands off of each other for the remainder of the flight. Instead choosing to watch Jackson as he watched his movie for the next hr.