Part of 'The Dinner Dates' series, Redeye follows Sam and John as they fly to Paris.

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Samatha looked around the plane. Almost everyone was asleep, it was a transatlantic, and folding seats in buisness class were remarkably comfortable.

It’d been a month since John had been made a partner at the firm, and oh how life had changed. Less than a month ago, they’d been saving up for a dinner out, now? Flying to Paris for meetings, sipping a glass of white wine in buisness class. Real glass no less.

John was in a world of his own, alternating between sleep and reading a book. Samatha eyed up the man she was going to marry next year. His slim form was hidden in his ratty old hoodie. Comfortable sweatpants and slip-on shoes completed the ensemble. “Who cares what you look like on the plane,” was his refrain every time he travelled.

It’d been often, reflected Sam somberly to herself. So many nights alone in their bed, listening for the sound of him coming through the door as if he could flit back from wherever he was to see her. The long hours, the stress lining his face, the loneliness, the pain. It had all been for this moment, the moment where they could sit back on a buisness class flight to Paris and say, ‘we made it.’

It’s not time to relax she thought, not completely anyways, this was a working trip after all. John would be in and out of meetings, but they’d made sure to book extra time to enjoy the City of Lights together. Besides, the Louvre didn’t appeal to John anyways.

The important thing was that it was their trip, their victory lap.

Sam looked out the window; the Atlantic was cold and black. Her book had lost appeal to her hours ago. The other book she brought was a romance novel, a good one too. Too good; if she got into it… well the bathrooms on planes aren’t big enough for the mile high club anymore.

Her thoughts drifted. She looked over at her dozing fiancée and pictured riding his cock in the plane’s tiny bathroom. She felt a warmth spread through her imagining herself sliding herself down his shaft, feeling the hardness and heat of him as penetrated her.

A jolt shook her from her fantasies.

“What was that,” asked John, suddenly awakened.

“Turbulence I think hun,” she told her sleepy fiancée, “Need to pee,” she added, undoing her seat belt. Se walked through the darkened cabin to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

“Heh, no mile high club in here,” she chuckled to herself. She did her buisness then washing up, looked at herself in the mirror. She fixed her blonde ponytail. Like John, she was dressed for comfort; her purple sweater and yoga pants were the best travel combo she’d found.

Another jolt shook the plane and she decided to head back to her seat.

“Hey hun, how’s the bathroom,” asked John energetically, contrasting the sleepy vibe of the plane.

“Heh, fine hun I…”

“Attention ladies and gentlemen, we’re hitting a patch of turbulence and as you can see, the captain has fastened the seatbelt sign at this time. We will be starting our descent into Charles De Gaulle in half and hour, so I’ll ask you to remain in your seats with your belts fastened.”

The remainder of the flight was bumpy. Sam’s ears popped from the descent. She looked passed John to the window and could see the sun rising over France. John’s hand squeezed Sam’s upper thigh through her yoga pants.

“Ugh I can’t wait to be out of these clothes and in a bed,” she sighed.

“I can’t wait for you to be out of those clothes and in a bed too hun,” chuckled John with a lecherous smile.

“Well somebody is excited to see Paris…”

“I see Paris I see France; I want to see you in your underpants.”

“Oh my god John you’re such a dork!” Sam playfully shoved her Fiancée. The bags under his eyes couldn’t hide the excitement in his eyes. Behind him, through the window of the descending plane, France was lighting up with the dawn.

The landing was normally bumpy. John and Sam were patient, after the plane taxied to the gate, they remained sitting as people jostled one another for the privilege of standing up in the isle.

Finally, the gate opened, and the bleary-eyed passengers staggered out of their flight. John remarked, "No wonder they call it a red-eye." Customs was a breeze; arriving at an ungodly hour had it’s advantages.

Then to baggage claim did the weary passengers sleep-walk. One by one suitcases came out and sleepy passengers grabbed them and went on to their travels. Except Sam and John’s. People came, grabbed their bags, and went. The luggage machine stopped ominously, and Sam and John were left standing alone, without bags.

“You have got to be joking, babe I don’t think they’re coming out,” said John, visibly annoyed. “Shit I have paperwork and… goddamnit.”

“They’ll understand hun, it’s not your fault,” said Sam, holding his hand. She was worried; she had some things in there she didn’t want to lose either, a surprise or two for John that she did not want airport security rifling through.

The airport baggage claim was no help.

“I sink that your bags are in Toronto,” said the lady at the desk.

“You think or you know?” asked John, impatiently.

“Zis is up to your airline.”

“Come on honey, let’s get our vouchers and get out of here, I’m sick of airports,” yawned Sam.

‘Yeah, let’s go,” said John, vouchers for lost luggage in hand. The paperwork said it could be up to 48 hours before they turn up. The cab stands outside the terminal had plenty of cars, and the couple, carryon bags in hand, were on their way to the hotel.

“Ugh, I can’t believe you have to work today. You don’t even have your clothes,” said Sam, looking out sleepily at the sights of Paris.

“Yeah it’s not so bad though. It’s best for jet lag in my experience, to just go about your day and sleep it off at the local time. That or get drunk.”

“I’m not sure the firm would appreciate you hammered on fancy French wine on day one baby.”

“Yeah I’ll proooobably just go to my meetings haha,” he said, smiling.

“Ohhh look baby, it’s the Arc de Triumph!”

“Oh yeah cool, glad the traffic isn’t bad this time of day,” said John. Sam kept forgetting John had been here before. A lot. The city of lights and romance was, to him, one of his biggest files.

Samantha wished John would be more romantic. As soon as she thought it, she heard absurdity in her inner monolog. Romantic? He’s brought her to Paris afterall… He’s just used to being here.

“Ugh I’m so tired babe,” she sighed to him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I hear ya. You can go for a nap while I’m at my meetings. They won’t take that long, should be done and ready to explore by like, three. I have enough stuff in my carryon for that.” He wrapped his arm around her.

“Sounds good hun, looks like we’re here.”

The cab pulled into the front entrance of a hotel not too far from downtown. They grabbed their bags and headed into the lobby. The brass was polished to a shine, the flecks of mica in the marble floors twinkled in the light of mid-morning.

Check-in was easy. The girl at the desk was attentive, if not terribly polite. They were on the fourth floor. When the elevator doors closed, John pulled Sam close to him.

“Welcome to Paris my love,” he whispered before planting a long kiss on her lips. She felt his hands on her back, pulling her insistently into the kiss. His tongue slid eagerly into her mouth and swirled around hers. She grabbed his sweatpants-clad ass and felt an ache of lust build inside her.

John’s hand slid up her sweater and squeezed her tit through the material. They broke apart as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. The lust coursed through her on the walk to the room. She thought about how hotel rooms make everyone horny and wondered absentmindedly why that was.

Sam looked at her phone as John unlocked the door and her heart sank: it said 11:20 and John had a meeting at noon.

The room was stunning, if small. The bed was a Queen, not what they were used to but would be fine.

“Aw fuck babe I gotta go,” sighed John, realizing what time it was. He started pulling toiletries out of his bag. “I’ll hop in the shower real quick,” he added, his eyes lingering on Sam’s chest. He got the change of clothes he brought in his bag out and put them on the bed.

Sam watched as John pulled his shirt and sweater over his head. His chest was tanned and muscular. Not too hairy, which Sam appreciated. He stretched, yawning, and reaching to the sky, flexing his abs as he did. Then, he undid his belt, and slid his pants and underwear off, flicked off his socks and headed to the bathroom.

Sam watched him walk, he had clearly been excited earlier in the elevator; his cock wasn’t hard, but it was bigger than usual, and Sam watched it swing as he walked. He’d trimmed up his pubes before the trip. He gave her a quick kiss on the way by, and Sam considered reaching down and…

“That wouldn’t be fair,” she thought, “this is his first meeting as partner in the firm, I should help him look professional.”

Even if it meant she stayed unsatisfied… for now.

The bathroom had a standup shower with a glass wall. Samatha watched John walk in and start playing with the faucets to get the temperature right. She admired him a little, watching him lather up his muscled legs. He never skipped leg day, and that tight muscled ass proved it she mused.

“I should tell him that later, he’d like that,” she muttered and started unpacking her stuff, what there was anyways. She gathered her toiletries and walked into the bathroom to put them on the counter. John switched off the water and grabbed his towel.

“Water’s nice babe,” he said as he dried off.

“Oh nice, I’ll hop in too,” she said, pulling the sweater over her head. John was getting dressed, but he stopped to watch as she unclasped her bra.

“Goddamn, you have the best titties Sam,” he said, buttoning up his pants.

“What’s so great about them baby,” she asked, making the most innocent face she could while squeezing them together in her hands.

“Well,” he began, stepping back into the bathroom, “there’s the nice shape.” His warm hands cupped her tits, giving them a squeeze, “they feel amazing and these…” he tweaked her small dark nipples, then leaned down to the right one and gave it a quick suck.

“Hhmm, you’ll be late baby,” sighed Sam, enjoying the attentions. He growled.

“Fuuuck, yep gotta go,” he broke away, his bulge visible in his pants. He threw a shirt on and started buttoning hastily. He wasn’t late, Sam wondered if he was retreating so hastily because he was losing control.

“I’m going to shower,” said Sam, now fully naked, “love you baby. See you soon.”

“You too hun,” he gave Sam a kiss, lingering for a while, “love you too.”

Sam got in the shower and turned the hot water on. As she stepped into the steam, she heard the door click shut. She stood under the hot water for a time, staring into nothing. The exhaustion was catching up to her now.

She looked down at the hot soapy water cascading down her breasts, bringing her hands up to squeeze them like John had. She sighed with a tinge of pleasure. She started thinking about how he’d use massage oil to rub her nipples and make wild with pleasure. Even better, sometimes he used his cum to do it.

Her hand drifted down the rivers of water running from her body, down the soft curve of her belly, then lower still, to the smooth, shaved curve of her pubic bone. She leaned back, resting her shoulders against the shower wall. Her middle finger slid down to her labia, tracing the outside of her sex slowly under the rainfall shower head.

“Mmm… John,” she moaned quietly. Her middle finger dipped inside herself, finding it already nice and wet, and not because of the shower. Sam added her index finger and started rubbing her clit with her other hand.

She started thinking about John in the shower with her. Imagining his hands and his tongue in place of her fingers. Her pace quickened and her moans echoed in the shower. Her little finger started teasing her ass and she imagined John spreading her cheeks and licking her puckered hole while his fingers (hers) worked her pussy.

“Oh fuck, Johnnnn, mmmmm,” she moaned. The wet sounds of her finger-fucking got louder as the intensity built. The walls of her pussy gripped her fingers. “Fuufuuck,” she cried out as she came. Her knees almost gave out and she had to grip onto the shower handles.

Sam stayed under the water for a time, recovering from the pleasure that just coursed through her. She sighed softly, finished off cleaning up from the flight and turned off the water. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel.

“Fuck I wish that was John doing that,” she said to nobody, her pussy still aching with pleasure. She padded softly into the room and turned on the TV while she toweled off.

“News in Frence, news in English, sports in French, movies in French… Goddamn it’s like I’m in France,” she chuckled to herself. A yawn cut through her thought. “Naptime… has to be done,” she thought. She discarded the towel and slipped into the bed. It was warm, and soft, like laying in a hug.

From under the covers she flicked the channel a couple more times. More French sports then, a woman with big fake titties taking a monster cock in the ass. In French.

“Porn,” she thought, “good to know.”

“Baise cette pute de bite!” said the man as he railed the squealing woman on the screen. Another man appeared and started noisily fucking her throat, causing her to gag on his cock and saliva to run down her face.

“Where was this five minutes ago,” she giggled, before switching the TV off. Sleep took her before she could get the light switch.

Samantha woke up to the sound of the door opening.

“Heyyy babe, you awake,” came the voice of her fiancée. Sam’s eyes opened slowly. “I’m baaaack.” The bed was embracing her, locking her into it’s embrace. She opened her eyes slowly. The room was dark, but the clock said 15:30. Sam’s sleep muddled brain took a moment to figure out it was 3:30pm.

“Mhmm, right on time,” she said sleepily, rolling over to see him. He was taking off his coat and shoes. “How was work?”

“Oh fine fine, they took mercy on me because of the redeye,” he said, stepping out of his pants. “That or they know I have a hot piece of ass in my bed,” he said with a wry smirk. He leaned over the bed to kiss Sam. The kiss was insistent and lustful. Sam knew exactly what he wanted. What she wanted too.

His hand pulled the blanket back and explored her breasts. Fondling each in turn while his tongue swirled around hers. Her hand found his package, rubbing him through his underwear and feeling him grow to her touch.

He broke the kiss, took a step back and finished undressing. Sam watched with excitement as his cock sprung from his underwear, erect with a dot of pre-cum on the tip. He pulled the blankets off of Sam, exposing her naked pale body entirely. He stood for a moment, drinking the sight of her, naked and ready for him.

John slid down between her legs and pushed them open. Sam was expecting him to get on top of her and push that hard cock into her, but instead, he dropped down and started kissing his way up her inner thigh. Sam sighed with expectation when she felt his warm breath across the damp folds of her pussy.

He flattened his tongue on her, licking in up from her taint up to her clit, then back down, lapping her in slow, broad strokes.

“Ohhh Johnnn,” Samatha moaned, slowly squeezing her tits, “I missed you baby.”

His licks were slow and methodical. Each time he licked her, as the tip of his tongue passed her entrance, he slid it inside a little, and each time Sam moaned. She started to writhe with pleasure. She wanted him to speed up, to take her there immediately, but he didn’t, like he was coaxing the pleasure out of her with each lick. She started to buck her hips a little against his tongue and each time she did, she felt his rough stubble on her inner thighs.

“Mmm baby,” she moaned, looking down to watch him. His eyes met hers, and they locked. Sam, barely able to keep hers open from the pleasure that John was still happily giving. She watched as he reached up and spread her lips, exposing her clit. She felt his hot breath on her most sensitive area.

Sam tipped her head back and nearly screamed when he started licking and sucking her clit, and explosion of pure pleasure scorched through her. She grabbed a tuft of his hair and pulled his eager mouth down on her pussy, holding him against her while she gyrated her hips against his face.

“Oh fuck, oh fuckohfuck!”

Orgasm exploded through her. She screamed, not knowing, or caring how soundproof the walls were, and she held John’s face on her like life itself depended on it. Each time she thought the orgasm would subside, John brought it up to another level, and another and another.

Her body relaxed back, releasing John from her death-grip. Quivering and moaning, as the orgasm faded, John slowed and stopped, looking up at her. His lips and chin were shiny with Sam’s juices. Her breath was ragged.

“You taste so good baby,” John said, licking his lips. He climbed on top of her and kissed her on the mouth. His lips were smeared with her cum and tasting herself drove her wild with anticipation. She felt his very hard cock on her leg, then on her pussy as he kissed her.

Sam couldn’t wait anymore. She reached down to his wet cock and grasped him, pulling him gently, but insistently, to her. He leaned back, looking her over, and then roughly shoved his hard cock inside her.

“Ohhh yeah babyyy fuck me baby,” moaned Sam, spreading her legs as far as she could to bring him deeper. He felt huge inside her. Her pussy walls clamped onto him, squeezing the hot hardness penetrating her.

“Shit you’re tight baby,” grunted John, watching his cock slide in and almost out of her; he loved watching it go in. His thrusts slow at first, but deliberate, like his licking was.

Then John put his hands on the mattress next to her shoulders and quickened his pace. The sudden increase of tempo made Sam orgasm under him, her pussy clamped and onto his cock as he slammed it inside her to the base.

She started screaming out an “Ohh” each time his thrust into her. Her fingers dug into the firm muscled flesh of his shoulder blades. It felt like each thrust was deeper, and each more powerful than the last. One orgasm after another rolled through her.

“Yeahh oohhh I’m gonna cum baby,” groaned John, breathing heavily from the exertion now. Sam couldn’t answer, her orgasmic screams were all he needed to hear. She felt his cock start to swell and pulse inside her.

His groan was closer to a yell of pure animalistic pleasure. Sam felt his hot load filling her quaking pussy, and it sent her over the edge again. She screamed and her nails dug into John’s back. His face contorted, John kept slamming into her, grunting, breathing heavily.

Then, John’s face changed, his entire body shuddered, and his thrusts slowed. The orgasm pulsing through Sam slowed too. John, slowly, gingerly even, pulled out of Sam. He stayed for a second, admiring his handiwork; Sam could feel the cum oozing out of her pussy.

John collapsed in the bed next to Sam. His chest heaved with exertion and pleasure. Cum, his and hers, dripped off his erect, though slowly dropping, cock.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped after a time. “Babe, you totally soaked me.” Sam laughed with satisfaction, and the giggle made more cum dribble out of her. She liked the feeling; it made her feel hot. She reached down, running her finger through it, then back up to her clit. John was watching, still recovering.

Sam sighed with pleasure as she rubbed her cum smeared clit. John rolled over and started to watch her touch herself. She wondered if he was thinking about round two, but instead he leaned over her and started sucking her tit.

Sam’s pace increased. Her ring and pinky finger started playing with her pussy and ass respectively. Her fingers playing with her cum soaked pussy and John sucking and nibbling her nipple sent her over the edge, and she came again, her hips bucking off the bed, her pussy convulsing and squeezing more John’s load out of her.

John stopped and collapsed back onto the pillows as Sam relaxed back into the bed. The two lay in silence for a while, blissfully exhausted by what they’d just done.

“We should probably go see Paris,” giggled Sam after a minute or two.

“Oh are we in Paris? I hadn’t noticed yet.”