"I'm getting ready so you and I can fuck in the sky 37,000 feet over the Atlantic ocean." He replied, lifting her gently from the seat to press her voluptuous body next to his and kiss her passionately, his tongue exploring the inner softness of her mouth. His rigid cock pressed into the softness of her pubic mound as he kissed her while his hands continued to caress and delight her heated youthful body. A few months ago, Jean would have shrunk from such brazen sexuality, but now she surrendered completely, inviting more. However, she was still not able to experience all this without blushing. She had seemed almost virginal to him on their wedding night, but the beautiful, mature woman who was hungrily returning his kiss was now the full embodiment of a ripe, eager and capable sex partner.

"Come on, honey. Let's get our clothes off and fuck while the mood is hot inside us!" Tom suggested lewdly. In spite of herself, his crude language aroused her mightily. The dark, handsome man was determined that his new wife should get over her prim, puritanical way of thinking. He'd made a good beginning, and was going to go all the way. He wanted her to be proud of her beautiful body and of her ability to drive him out of his mind when she forgot her inhibitions.

Jean quickly slipped out of her skirt and pulled her sweater over her head while Tom took off his shirt and trousers. She hesitated then, standing in the middle of the small jet as it shot through the sky, clad only in white lace panties and bra. It was as if she had suddenly become aware of her surroundings and had become disoriented and frightened. Looking directly into her deep brown eyes, Tom reached his arms around her to deftly unfasten her bra and slip it smoothly off her shoulders. Then, his strong hands slid down over the lush swell of her hips to roll the tiny panties to her slender ankles. "Nothing is dirty or wrong between two people that are in love, Jean… never forget that." He said, pulling her nakedness to him once again.