He cocked one eyebrow at me and gave me his best I-want-to-fuck-you-now stare. “Is that so? Well, just wait until I get you home, young lady.” With that, he grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge forming beneath his pants.
“Do you really think you can wait?” I teased, looking back towards the lavatory. “I’m willing to try for the Mile High Club if you’re up for a little gambling.”
Winking, I got up and sashayed my panty-free ass to the back of the plane, Greg following closely behind.