she says. "No condoms. I'm on birth control and we both know it, and you wanted to take advantage of that. Don't you remember your own rule, Ethan? Wow."
"I think there's been a little misunderstanding, Princess," I tell her. "You just said I 'wanted' to take advantage of it. That's past tense. I still want to take advantage of it. As far as I'm aware, rule number eight is still in full effect."
"Is it?" she asks, coy as fuck. While she's still laying on her stomach, she lifts her ass a little and shakes it at me. "I don't even know what you're asking about condoms for. I just wanted you to rub soothing lotion on my butt after you so rudely smacked it."
"Uh huh," I say, rolling my eyes. "That's all you want, huh?"
"You should have plenty of time," she says. "You do have an hour before you have to go to class."
I kneel on the bed and move to straddle her thighs. I put the bottle of sensual massage oil next to her and gently start to knead and massage her butt. She stiffens at first, but then relaxes into my touch.
"You know what?" I tell her. "You're a real fucking bad influence on me."
"Me!" she says, squeaking out her protest. "I'm not a bad influence on you, Ethan! You're a bad influence on me! I'm the good girl, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, how could I forget?" I say, not even trying to hide my sarcasm. "Good girls always keep sensual massage oil and lubricant that's not safe for use with condoms in their bags, right? How the fuck did you even get this through the TSA? I thought they didn't allow liquids or something?"
"You can bring liquids and creams and stuff," she says. "You just have to make sure to separate it when you go through the line so they can inspect it, and you can only have a certain amount. It has to be a smaller size."
"So you're telling me some random dude had to inspect your sex lube when you went through the metal detector?"
"It's a full-body scanner that uses x-ray technology," she counters.
"Whoa, fuck, sorry. I didn't know this was so serious and technical."
"I bought this at one of the shops after going through the line, too," she adds. "No one inspected it. I guess the girl at the register who sold it to me inspected it, but that's sort of her job? I don't think that counts."
"I just don't want some TSA agents getting the wrong idea and trying to do a full body search on you," I say.
"Nuh uh," Ashley says, peeking over her shoulder and grinning at me. "You're the only one allowed to do any full body inspections with me, Ethan."
"Oh yeah?" I ask, grinning back at her.
I think now's a good time to start using that massage oil, don't you?
Ashley
I really don't know what I was thinking when I bought this massage oil. I probably shouldn't have even bought it, if I'm being honest. I was in a rush at the time, with my plane boarding immediately. Yes, I probably had a little time before they left, but right after I got through the TSA line, I heard a call over the speakers that they were beginning to board my flight, so...
The little shop hidden in the corner looked so cute and alluring, though. By that, I mean, um... it was obvious it was sort of, um... it was kind of a sex shop? Not exactly! I don't even know if they have sex shops in airports. They didn't have vibrators or anything. It was more like perfumes, massage oils, and other stuff like that. Actually I think they did have little vibrators, but they called them personal massagers and I guess you could use it as that if you wanted to.
I don't know. I don't go into sex shops! I bought my vibrator online, because, well... I'm supposed to be a responsible good girl and I didn't want anyone seeing me go into a sex shop. It's not like I have anything against it, but it just seems kind of embarrassing?
Yes, I'm saying this while Ethan massages my butt. There's absolutely no conflict of ideals here or anything. Nope, not at all!
Anyways, I bought the massage oil. It smells nice, and... and I had ideas. Possibilities. Mostly I wanted to
"I think there's been a little misunderstanding, Princess," I tell her. "You just said I 'wanted' to take advantage of it. That's past tense. I still want to take advantage of it. As far as I'm aware, rule number eight is still in full effect."
"Is it?" she asks, coy as fuck. While she's still laying on her stomach, she lifts her ass a little and shakes it at me. "I don't even know what you're asking about condoms for. I just wanted you to rub soothing lotion on my butt after you so rudely smacked it."
"Uh huh," I say, rolling my eyes. "That's all you want, huh?"
"You should have plenty of time," she says. "You do have an hour before you have to go to class."
I kneel on the bed and move to straddle her thighs. I put the bottle of sensual massage oil next to her and gently start to knead and massage her butt. She stiffens at first, but then relaxes into my touch.
"You know what?" I tell her. "You're a real fucking bad influence on me."
"Me!" she says, squeaking out her protest. "I'm not a bad influence on you, Ethan! You're a bad influence on me! I'm the good girl, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, how could I forget?" I say, not even trying to hide my sarcasm. "Good girls always keep sensual massage oil and lubricant that's not safe for use with condoms in their bags, right? How the fuck did you even get this through the TSA? I thought they didn't allow liquids or something?"
"You can bring liquids and creams and stuff," she says. "You just have to make sure to separate it when you go through the line so they can inspect it, and you can only have a certain amount. It has to be a smaller size."
"So you're telling me some random dude had to inspect your sex lube when you went through the metal detector?"
"It's a full-body scanner that uses x-ray technology," she counters.
"Whoa, fuck, sorry. I didn't know this was so serious and technical."
"I bought this at one of the shops after going through the line, too," she adds. "No one inspected it. I guess the girl at the register who sold it to me inspected it, but that's sort of her job? I don't think that counts."
"I just don't want some TSA agents getting the wrong idea and trying to do a full body search on you," I say.
"Nuh uh," Ashley says, peeking over her shoulder and grinning at me. "You're the only one allowed to do any full body inspections with me, Ethan."
"Oh yeah?" I ask, grinning back at her.
I think now's a good time to start using that massage oil, don't you?
Ashley
I really don't know what I was thinking when I bought this massage oil. I probably shouldn't have even bought it, if I'm being honest. I was in a rush at the time, with my plane boarding immediately. Yes, I probably had a little time before they left, but right after I got through the TSA line, I heard a call over the speakers that they were beginning to board my flight, so...
The little shop hidden in the corner looked so cute and alluring, though. By that, I mean, um... it was obvious it was sort of, um... it was kind of a sex shop? Not exactly! I don't even know if they have sex shops in airports. They didn't have vibrators or anything. It was more like perfumes, massage oils, and other stuff like that. Actually I think they did have little vibrators, but they called them personal massagers and I guess you could use it as that if you wanted to.
I don't know. I don't go into sex shops! I bought my vibrator online, because, well... I'm supposed to be a responsible good girl and I didn't want anyone seeing me go into a sex shop. It's not like I have anything against it, but it just seems kind of embarrassing?
Yes, I'm saying this while Ethan massages my butt. There's absolutely no conflict of ideals here or anything. Nope, not at all!
Anyways, I bought the massage oil. It smells nice, and... and I had ideas. Possibilities. Mostly I wanted to
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