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caught. It’s impossible, and you know it.”
    â€œNo, it’s not! Come on, I can’t wait any more!”
    â€œJust wait until they put on the movie.”
    Under the cover of their meal trays they caressed each other with increasing ardor. When the flight attendant came to take the trays away, Vincent had just enough time to cover his swollen member and remove his wandering hand before they were seen.
    Right away the lights went down. Vincent got up, kissed Brigitte on the cheek, and asked her to come with him. The couple made their way to the back of the aircraft. Luckily, the washrooms were unoccupied. Brigitte let him go ahead of her into one of the narrow little cabins, then, throwing caution to the winds, followed him in.
    * * *
    Vincent was leaning against the tiny sink and welcomed her with open arms, locking the door behind her. Their embrace was passionate, reigniting the sensations they had been giving each other for the entire last week. The cabin was quite cramped, but they were not about to complain. They wanted to be as close to each other as possible.
    Pulling up her skirt and switching places with her companion, Brigitte managed a bit awkwardly to perch on the little counter. The faucets pressed painfully into her buttocks and released a little stream of warm water, but the discomfort was short-lived. Vincent did not waste any time, but pulled down his pants, seized his companion’s thrust-out hips, and plunged between her widely spread thighs.
    Just as they had expected, someone knocked at the door.
    â€œCan’t they read, it says ‘occupied’!”
    â€œDon’t worry, there are other washrooms.”
    â€œBut how are we going to leave after? Everyone will know.”
    â€œSo? They can’t throw us out of the plane, can they?”
    Vincent put an end to her objections by crushing his lips against hers. Then, pulling back, he knelt down in front of her and kissed her coppery, wet bush. She immediately stopped protesting and let herself be rocked by the movements of her lover’s tongue. Turbulence and the vibrations of the aircraft made his movements a little clumsy, jerking his mouth away from her only to thrust it back upon her. When he felt she was ready to come, he stood and plunged his sex deep inside her. Brigitte’s soft cry was muffled by the constant rattling in the washrooms.
    Her legs wrapped around him, she pulled him into her with wild impatience, biting his powerful neck. By moving to the far edge of the sink, she could even put her feet up on the wall on the other side of the cabin. With every thrust Brigitte’s head bumped against the wall behind her, but she was barely aware of it, absorbed by her pleasure. Vincent was breathing more quickly now, and she came in a torrent only seconds before her lover.
    They remained in each other’s arms for a moment, then started straightening themselves up. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes bright; his breath was ragged and his hair dishevelled. They decided the best way was to emerge together and head back to their seats, looking innocent. But when they opened the door an elderly lady stood there waiting, looking them up and down in disdain. However, two young men sitting in the back row next to the wall of the washroom gave them a thumbs-up sign.
    Brigitte blushed furiously, while Vincent merely smiled.
    * * *
    The rest of the flight was without incident. After getting to Montreal they stayed at Brigitte’s for a few days, then at Vincent’s. It was clear they could not get enough of each other, far from it. But at the end of the week, just before Brigitte had to go back to work, she knew it was time to tell him what she did and why she did it. She spent three days agonizing, wondering how he would react. She was so afraid her confession was going to change their relationship! She hesitated, procrastinated. Finally, she made her decision. She would tell him the following evening, the