Private Island (Sexy Summer Vol. 1) by Mindy Wilde

Private Island

    “Wow look at the color!   The turquoise of the water almost looks neon.”
    “Jessica you crack me up.”

    I sat staring out the window of the plane transfixed at the tropical waters less than a thousand feet beneath us.   Rob had put this vacation together entirely without my input and the controlling Type A personality in me itched to know more.   Unfortunately there would be no scratch to sooth my curiosity as he insisted on keeping the entire weekend a surprise.
    With no idea what was in-store I just sat back and enjoyed the view out of the tinted windows in Rob’s Cirrus.   He had received his pilot’s license several years ago after selling his first company and bought the very sleek single engine aircraft we now found ourself in.   Rob was good at spoiling me and traveling by general aviation was absolute heaven.   I no longer had to dread the long wait in security lines or the discomfort of a passenger leaning his seat into my tray.   Instead, I was now able to read my book in fine leather trimmed luxury while skimming low enough to the Bahamian waters to provide a chance to see wildlife.
    At the moment we found ourselves somewhere over radiantly colored tropical waters with only a few distant islands in sight.   We had already cleared Bahamian customs which amounted to little more than landing and saying hi as they wished us a wonderful stay.   Our current flight was the final leg of our journey which Rob said would culminate with a landing on a small remote airstrip.   From there, we would need to take a boat to our final destination.
    “Hey honey, how long will it be before we land.”
    Rob stared at the brightly lit screens that encompassed the panel.  
    “It looks like we have about forty five minutes before landing.”
    “Ok, thanks.” I said innocently as my mind constructed plans that were decidedly less so.
    As Rob returned his focus to monitoring the gauges of our aircraft I slowly slid my hand over to his right thigh.   Using my fingers I kneaded his tight muscles.   A relaxing exhale confirmed his appreciation for my impromptu massage.   However, I had no intention of stopping there and slid my hand further into his seat wrapping my fingers around his hardening cock.   His hips moved involuntarily against my hand and Rob turned to look in my direction.
    “Jessica, what are you doing?   I can’t fly with you distracting me like that.”
    “This plane has autopilot doesn’t it?”
    Rob looked at me with lusting eyes as he considered the logistics of my offer.   After a long pause he reached over and pressed a series of three buttons.   Rob released his hand from the controls to confirm that the plane was navigating under it’s own power.   Satisfied he returned his attention to me.

    I took my cue and increased the pressure as my fingers traced the outline of his hardened shaft through the thick fabric of his shorts.  
    “Now this just won’t do.” I said teasingly.
    My fingers worked their way to his waistband and I expertly freed the button and zipper as I had done so many times before.   I was no stranger to his manhood and really enjoyed the thickness that Rob brought to the table.   While I wouldn’t classify myself as a slut by any means I was no prude either.   I enjoyed sex and liked being with a partner that did as well.   It was time to prime the pump for our weekend getaway and so I went to work.
    His rigid mass sprung free from the hole of his boxers and I firmly grabbed the base of his shaft.   Earlier when Rob had agreed to the proposition I had released my seatbelt and was now free to move into a better position.   I turned my body towards him and kneeled on the black leather seat underneath me.   The extra clearance allowed greater access as I leaned over the center console and buried his huge cock inside my mouth.  
    “Oh fuck!” Rob muttered as I pulled him deep inside of me.  
    I was so grateful for this man who treated me