8 Chapter 7

While saying that, Betty pulls down the neckline, exposing even more of her beautiful cleavage. It was quite a sight to behold, and the only thing left to the imagination was her nipples, which were currently poking through her dress.

I gulp. She looks so tempting, I have no idea what I should do. Her face is completely red, whether from embarrassment or because she's turned on.

"So? What do you say? Do you want to see me naked? Are you getting turned on by your big sister's nice body?"

Nice was an understatement. She was more than just "nice". She was the embodiment of the perfect goddess on Earth, in fact.

Suddenly, the plane shakes a little, throwing me off my balance. This was probably turbulence, what Betty told me about before the flight. The turbulence through me off my feet, and I stumbled forward, flailing my arms to try and regain my balance. However, there was someone right in front of me. Betty, in fact. I stumble right into her and we fall to the ground.

Her face was right in front of mine, and her dress had accidentally slipped a little to reveal one supple, hard nipple. The tip was glistening with sweat and looked so tantalizing. All of it, along with her beet red blushing face was too much. I reach out my right hand, and grab her left mound. The feel of her smooth white skin is just simply heavenly.

She lets out a small moan, "You're … Ungh… going to use your chance to touch my breasts so quickly?" She squirms around a little, and looks away from me. Even with all her talk and her enticement, she had probably never been in this situation before. I take my fingers and pinch her nipple.

Betty jolts, and moans. "Stop! Don't do that! It feels so... " Her mouth is wide open, her every breath heavy. "I- I can't take anymore of this. This is… It feels too good."

However, I can't stop myself. Betty just looks too tantalizing in the moment, and even if I regret it later, I believe I would regret not doing anything even more. As I play around with her boobs a little more, her moaning gets louder and louder. In fact, the situation was so hot-headed that I couldn't really think straight.

I reach out with my other hand and reveal Betty's other breast. From my perspective, looking down at those two perfect wet mounds, I can't stop myself. I reach down towards the area between Betty's legs.

"No, don't…" Betty moans, "You shouldn't…" However, her face tells a different story. She looked like she was anticipating something, looked like she wanted to try. It would probably be her first time, but then again, it was also mine.

"Betty... " I call out her name. "Do you want to stop here? I won't do anything you don't want me to." I say.

Betty's face was completely red and her forehead glistening with sweat. "I- I wa-"

"Excuse me, my lords, but we will be approaching our destination shortly." It was the pilot. Taking advantage of the moment, Betty pushes me off of her, and quickly positions her clothes correctly again to cover her exposed breasts.

I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate! Oh how I regret it! I should've just let the dumb pilot die. How dare he interrupt my intimate moment with Betty! I was so close! However, I guess it's also a good thing he interrupted, or else I would've seriously betrayed my wife.

Of course, that's not going to take away from my fury. A second later, Betty throws me a new set of clothes, which I promptly put on. She didn't say a single word at all. In fact, her face was still bright red, and she refused to meet my eyes.

For the rest of the flight, we sat in silence, Betty distracted herself by going on her phone, whereas I looked out the window to watch our landing. I was slightly sad that the flight was so quick, for… multiple reasons.

As we got nearer to the destination, the plane flew lower and lower, eventually breaking through the clouds. That was when I got my first glimpse of New York City. It was still relatively far away but I could still see some of its skyscrapers. It amazes me to no end that people are able to build such a tall and slim building, needless to say hundreds of them all huddled together. It was such a sight to behold. Slowly, the ground approached and we landed in a runway similar to the one we departed from. However, instead of being in a forest, it was a very well developed runway, with many other planes and cars driving around in the distance.

I got out of the plane after it stopped moving, with Betty following close behind me, still not willing to meet my eyes. After getting off the plane, I stop and turn back to look at Betty, "So? Where do we go from here? This isn't New York City is it?"

Betty finally answers, "No, we still have to take a quick car ride to get into New York City. We are at the outskirts right now." Her voice sounds off, without it's usual strength, and is shaky. I wonder why?

When we got out of the plane, it led us straight through a tunnel into a building with many people walking about. Betty leads me through the maze of a building and uneventfully, we ended up outside without any problems.

We ended up on the sidewalk outside of the airport. I looked at Betty, who still had a little red on her face. She waved her hand in front of the street and a yellow taxi stopped right in front of her. We hop into the back of the taxi.

"Where to?" The driver askes.

"Just bring us to Manhattan." Betty replies.

The driver nodded, and began to drive. While he drove, me and Betty sat in silence, neither of us talking. It felt quite awkward in the confined space, however, I distracted myself by looking out the window of the taxi to look at the passing scenery.