Page 44 of The Champion
My spastic jerking seemed to work and Jameson was soonmoaning and muttering incoherently against my neck before his weight slumpedagainst me, pushing my ass inside the sink.
What if I’m stuck?
I smiled when his lips brushed along my neck andcollarbone before he leaned back and reached for the toilet paper. Smirking, hecleaned off my hand and then pulled his boxers and jeans back up.
“Open the door!” The annoying voice yelled again poundinghis fist against the door.
Jameson practically growled and punched the door leavinga dent in the plastic. “Get lost asshole!”
Right about then was when I realized I was stuck and thatwe reallyaregoing to Guantanamo Bay.
“I’m stuck.” I announced.
Jameson looked between my legs, smirking.
“Don’t joke.”
“Not joking...” Iwiggled frantically, not smirking, not joking. “I’m stuck. Not joking.” I repeatedin just as much of a frantic voice one would use while stuck in an airplanesink.
Would they flush me out like waste now?
“Seriously?” he ran his left hand through his hairexamining my position in the sink. “You’re really stuck?”
“Yes asshole. I’m stuck!”
“Shit.”
The pounding continued and Jameson spent more timearguing with the douche on the other side of the door than helping me. I wasnot impressed with his lack of concern for me and my ass.
“What am I going to do?” I asked myself because Jamesonwas far too engrossed in the shithead on the other side of the door to careabout an evacuation plan for my ass.
I tried to suck it in but really, how does one suck intheir ass?
If anyone knows, I’d really like to know because thatreally does seem like a useful trait to have.
Ass sucking did nothing and just when I was mentallypreparing my speech to my son about how mommy and daddy were arrested anddeported to Guantanamo Bay, Jameson reached behind me to turn on the water—thatwas up my ass crack—and started threatening to kick the shit out of the guyoutside.
“Wait until I open the door asshole.” Jameson addedhitting the door.
So there I was, stuck in the goddamn airplane sink, myhusband was pounding against the door and simultaneously tugging on my legs.
It felt strange, water filling in around my ass. Iwondered if that’s what an enema would feel like. Not that I ever planned onhaving one but I could imagine that’s how it would feel.
After a good ten minutes of flowing water, it greased meenough that I finally got loose only to realize Jameson was standing in aboutan inch of water.
How do we always end up in these situations?
I stood up—well I tried to, my ass was sore.Straightening my wet dress, I attempted to right my panties but realized veryquickly they were destroyed.
“You need to cut this shit out. It’s getting old...”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He snapped atme pounding on the door.
“Asshole,” I kicked his shin. “Now I have to spend theremainder of the fucking plane ride with no underwear on.”
He waggled his eyebrows.
“Lucky me,” he leaned forward and kissed along my neckagain. “Husband two, wife...still zero.”
