actually julian, yes it can!
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now landing in Tuscany. Please return to your seats and put your tray table up and your seat back in the full upright position"
I grinned myself as I sipped the last of my champagne, linking arms with the men sitting either side of me. I wouldn't mind putting something of theirs in the full upright position, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! Snort. Lord, bored with the procedure, opened a copy of the Financial Review and looked for a few small companies to exploit.
"I'm not good with flying," muttered Stable, grasping the arms of his chair as the plane began to descend. His handsome face was etched with worry.
Because I am unable to resist a young, handsome, vulnerable man, I decided I'd help poor Stable. "It's okay," I whispered, placing my hand on his thigh. "You'll be fine."
Stable froze, his green eyes growing wider as my hand travelled up his leg, my long, soft fingers caressing his inner thigh. A soft whimper escaped from his mouth as my hand clasped his bulging erection, threatening to burst out of his pants like the sexual monster it is at any second.
"Ohh..." he moaned.
"Ssh, Stable," I whispered, my hand working faster and faster...
CLONK. The plane shuddered as it hit the ground, Stable's orgasmic moan unheard under the deafening roar of the wheels on the tarmac. Hm, lucky that stewardess gave him a towel.
We descended from the plane and entered Tuscany International Airport, only to be stopped by two burly security guards.
"You," one snapped, pointing to Lord. "Come with me."
"Hee hee, come," giggled Lord.
He let out a scream as the security guard grabbed his arm and dragged him down a hall way, leaving Stable and I staring after him.
"So, uh," said Stable. "Wanna do some duty-free shopping?"
"No!" I cried. "We have to save my husband!"
I grabbed his hand and ran after the security guard and Lord.