Transatlantic Alleviation

Amy and I finally had time for travel and flew to Europe to spend time together in France and Italy. This trip was way overdue. We celebrated an anniversary, met new friends, enjoyed amazing dinners, tasted wines, and shopped for clothes. In other words, it was fun and exhausting. 

The one thing we really wanted was intimacy, but every single night was the same. Late night dinners with friends, except on the night of our anniversary, and way too much wine. In the back of my mind, I knew that a moment would come when I had to take care of myself, but I had no idea it would be so different.

We boarded our transatlantic flight in Paris in the morning, both hoping to sleep a little on the plane. Amy usually has no trouble with this. We both needed sleep and within an hour of taking off from Charles de Gaulle, I could tell she had crashed. She had the window seat and was curled up in her seat, head resting against the wall, snoring so softly that it was endearing. And this is what set me off. 

At first, I tried to ignore it, closing my eyes and trying to sleep. The feeling just wouldn’t go away. I started squeezing my thighs together, which is more teasing than pleasure for me. My seat was on the aisle and the flight was full, so I wondered if anyone would notice as I started shifting my hips in the seat to put more pressure on my clit, which by now was screaming for attention. 

I glanced at the people in the seats across the aisle and they were mostly awake. Since I was wearing pants, there was no easy way to do anything even subtly with my fingers. After what seemed like an eternity of trying to build some sensation with my hips gyrating in a semi private dance in my seat, it was time to get down to something more satisfying. I carefully stood, not wanting to wake my lovely sleeping partner, and made my way to the bathroom.

The seat on the toilet was blissfully clean as it was still early in the long flight. I quickly  took a pee and cleaned up with some tp, then instantly went to work with my fingers. I always have the notion that a line is forming outside the door, so I wanted to be quick.

Surprisingly, I felt the onset of an orgasm with very little delay, my fingers massaging and spreading the moistness below and alternating fast and slow circles around my clit.

I was getting close, the feeling rising in my tummy and I was rhythmically moving my hips into the pressure from my fingers when someone tried to open the locked door. I stopped short of orgasm, or so I thought. I wanted to clean up and leave… the spell was broken. I grabbed some tp to clean up and then it happened… a quick spray even though I knew my bladder was empty. And it was thicker than urine and there was this aroma that I can’t describe…delicious. And at my age, this was a first. Never had this before.  

Now I can never forget opening the bathroom door and seeing the man waiting to go in. Did he know? How could he not when he went in with the pungent odor in an otherwise remarkably clean airline WC? 

I have to explore this again. It was such a different sense of alleviation, maybe because of the environment.