Triple A, an investment term she got from him, as in: You have a Triple A pussy, Big Pussycat.
A term she did not care for, all things being considered.
Something whispered in her ear, his hand somewhere, with the air hostess looming, due to pour coffee.
She objected to this description, mildly enough. And even discouraged his hand, gently and deftly enough too, so she thought, somewhere over the Atlantic this time, on their way to New York.
After all, the hostess was hovering in the half dark.
Did this mild protest start something in his mind?
The fact that she was showing some resistance? Any resistance? She had the impression that he almost wanted the air hostess to know where his hand was under the blanket--under the blanket and under the elastic to her panties, inside. Inside her panties and over her pussy.
Was this part of some kind of perverse thrill for him?
She cringes inwardly, again, for what the air hostess must have thought. Some girl thing that guys don't understand.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
