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I lean over and look to see the attendant at the far end of our section. I turn back to you and begin kissing your neck as I keep fingering you slightly and stroking your clit.
 
"Cum for me, little girl," I whisper in your ear as I stroke you faster once again. "Come on my fingers." I lick your neck lightly.
 
"Good girl," I say, feeling your little pussy grip at my fingers as your hips writhe into my hand. I pull you to me for a fast, deep kiss before removing my hand from your pants. I make it a point to have you see me lick them before letting you put your pants back together under the blanket.

"How is your flight, so far, baby?" I ask, smiling and teasing as you do.
 
I put my hand on your waist, where your shirt raises up a little, and my thumbnrubs along the exposed bare skin on your side. My cock grows hard, just feeling you as you nod off in my lap.
 
You sleep the rest of the flight, and I actually get a kick out of the occasional tiny moans and purrs that you let out in your sleep. My baby is so cute, I think. When they prepare for landing, I wake you gently. "Baby, we're in New York," I pat your bottom and tell you to look out your window at the skyline in the fading, early evening light.
 
We find Stacie and Don at baggage claim. "What the hell did you girls bring?" I ask, getting your three large bags off the carousel. We catch a cab that takes us to our beautiful hotel. We go upstairs where you are treated to an early night view of the city and a light snow starting to dance slowly over the streets below. "Like it, babe?" I ask, wrapping you in a hug from behind as you look at the lights below.
 
I giggle and get cleaned up, opting to wear the little black dress and the heels you bought for me, and I slightly curl my hair.
 
"Damn, you look amazing," I say, as I show up in a crisp white shirt and black blazer over some matching black pants. "I want to keep you in now," I smile leaning in for a kiss as you turn your cheek only slightly and squeal something about having lipstick on. I grab your hand and squeeze it. "You're going to like the surprise we have."
 
"Trust me," I say, quite serious. "It will ruin it." We head to an amazing dinner with Don and Stacie. During dinner, Stacie asks how you are feeling, and then, oddly, asks you if we have talked about when we will get married. You don't notice Don strike her thigh under the table, but I do.
 
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