In their seats, Mason and Nick grabbed their guitars and started to jam. It was the guys’ way of killing time as we cruised the friendly skies. Even on the plane, the two of them kept their instruments close.
Under the cover of the strumming guitars, Mason spoke.
“I want her ass,” he hissed. “Before anyone else.”
“You can have it. Her mouth is mine.” Nick thrummed his fingers over the strings and watched Katy discreetly. “I jerked off last night thinking about her sucking me off. She'd be real good at that. Look at those lips.”
I laughed. It wasn't like they were telling me something I didn't know. Her pussy was mine first. Just like always. We liked what we liked and the order hasn’t changed much in all the years we’ve been together.
I still wanted that ass, though. Eventually.
“That pussy has to be as tight as a drum,” Mason rasped. “Tight, tight, tight, oh so tight,” came the refrain.
My dick was already leaking at the thought of getting down. Plus, this hushed conversation wasn’t exactly making things easier.
I looked at the guys and tilted my head with a question.
Mason nodded, and then without hesitation, Nick did too.
Pretty soon, the pilot came over the speaker, interrupting our thoughts. But fine. Now that we’d taken off, it was time to get rockin’.
“This is your captain speaking. We have now reached cruising altitude, and I’ve turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. Please feel free to walk about the cabin,” came the droning voice.
And then he was gone.
I turned to our sweet little assistant. “Katy, can you get me some nuts please?”
Immediately, she nodded and jumped to her feet. A wriggling ass greeted me like a friendly puppy under those khakis. It was hard not to pet it when she came back with the tray of nuts.
“Kitty-Kat.” I rolled her name around on my tongue and grinned, hungry and obviously horny. “I want you to give it to me a special way. You’re our nut warmer, after all.”
She paused with the tray still held out in between her cute, chubby fingers.
“What do you mean, sir?” were her rushed words. “Do you want me to pop them in the oven really quick?”
Nick's laughter rumbled. “We want them warm. But the oven won’t be necessary, though. There are better ways, darlin’.”
The sultry queen stared from one of us to the other, tray held in both hands and trembling a little. Poor Kitty-Kat was nervous.
“What do you mean?” came her slow words.
Mason's eyes gleamed.
“We like playing a game called Go Fish during flights. It’s real fun. You’ll be needing the nuts.”
“Go Fish?” she asked, perplexed. “Like the kids’ card game?”
“This Go Fish has nothing to do with cards,” was my soothing rumble. “We’ll teach you the rules.”
My dick was already rock hard from thinking about the game. Girls before her had not been very good at it. Kitty-Kat would be different though. I just knew it. Hopefully, she could see my hard-on.
But evidently, the sweet brunette was still clueless.
“Sure. How do we play?” Katy asked, cheeks nice and pink. She bit her lip, but there was a spark in her eyes now. That look that told me she was intrigued.
Perfect.
Go Fish wasn’t exactly an innocent children’s game. And part of our little princess knew that.