Land,
down under
It was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in Bris-
bane for the
long journey home to Boston. This was the end of a
month-long camper
van vacation in Australia, and I, for one, was
overjoyed to
be heading back to some normalcy. For an entire
month my wife
Anne (I call her "the queen") had avoided sex in
the camper van,
or anywhere else for that matter, since "the
children are
nearby." - The irony of her way of thinking will be
evident shortly.
Actually, she is not very interested in sex anytime, since
she was taught
by her mother that sex was "dirty." The only time
she ever saw
her parents making love, they were fully clothed
(hike up the
skirt, dear - I'll just quickly unzip.) Sometimes I
wonder how we
ever ended up with three children; one is grown and
on her own,
the two boys (Ralph, 17 and Trevor, 14) were with us
on holiday.
Because I travel regularly, I have opportunity for
other sexual
outlets during the year, but four plus weeks within
close quarters
with a demanding uptight woman does not give you
much opportunity
to develop alternatives.
I had some first class upgrade coupons, but at check-in time
was told there
was only one seat available. Anne immediately
volunteered
because of her "potential for a bad back," and was
seated in 3A.
The boys and I were given 21K/L and 22L. This was
aisle and window
seating in the 2-5-2 configuration, and the last
two rows in
the second section. I took the single seat, and let
Ralph and Trevor
sit together for the first ten-hour segment of
the flight.
An attractive woman dressed in a loose sweater and very tight
blue jeans took
the seat next to me. I could see that Ralph was
uncomfortable
and maybe even a little jealous, since he kept
turning around
to talk to me, but she was too old (29) to be
interested in
him. She introduced herself as Christine, "You can
call me Chrissy."
She was about five foot eight, light brown
(almost blond)
long hair, a nice ass - firm and high, breasts
with an impact
even through her shapeless sweater, and obviously
in good physical
condition.
Chrissy was headed for Miami to pick up her belongings from a
recent divorce;
she and her husband had been working together on
private yachts
for eight years, and he had developed a cocaine
habit.
When he would not seek help to end his drug addiction,
and more immediately
after a close call with customs in Australia
last year, she
decided then and there to split from him, filed
for divorce,
stayed in Brisbane, and had just been notified the
divorce was
final. In the meantime, she had met another guy she
wanted to stay
with, and was going to Miami to settle up the
property and
return to her new lover. This I discovered during
dinner conversation
and over a few shared glasses of wine.
Looking into
my eyes, she confided she was "now free and ready
for some excitement."
The movie started, the flight attendants went around the
cabin to lower
all the shades, and Chrissy said, "I'd rather
talk, if it's
OK with you; this movie is terrible." I had also
seen the movie
and agreed. We spent the next two hours getting
to know each
other better. Chrissy at one point said, "You have
terrific eyes,
I get really turned on by eyes." We talked about
the kids, and
when she asked if I was married and learned about
Anne in the
front cabin, she thought it displayed selfish behav-
ior and then
never mentioned my marital status again.
By now, the boys had fallen asleep, and just before the end
of the movie,
Chrissy excused herself for a few minutes, reached
into the overhead
bin for her carry-on (stretched long enough to
get my mind
focused on her hips and legs in those wonderful tight
jeans,) and
headed to the lavatory in the back. When she re-
turned, she
was wearing loose-fitting sweat pants, and when she
asked if I minded
if she lifted the arm dividing the seats, I
replied "Of
course not!" By now I had an idea of what she had in
mind, because
she had confided during the movie that one of her
greatest turn-ons
was the risk of discovery while having sex.
"My husband
was not a great lover, but in the close confines of
the boat it
was always exciting to fuck without anyone nearby
knowing about
it; I had more orgasms from fucking near other
people than
from the sex act itself." As she shared this with
me, she was
already visibly breathing more quickly.
Chrissy and I arranged the blankets over both of us, now no
longer separated,
and curled up like spoons in the otherwise
crowded seats.
I started to give her a back rub, slowly working
over her muscles
by now cramped from the first five hours of the
flight.
She purred quietly, and after a while squirmed her
shapely ass
on the seat, pushing it back into my
growing erection.
With both hands I reached around under her
loose sweater,
and fondled her globes, her nipples growing firmer
under my gentle
stroking.
Chrissy reached back and with one hand released my belt, then
unbuckled and
unbuttoned my pants. I whispered in her ear, "How
do you do that?
I can't even do that with one hand, and they're
my pants."
She laughed, and said, "Years of practice; don't worry, it
gets better."
My hard-on sprang out of my tight bikini briefs as
she pulled the
waistband forward, and she whispered, "I'm glad
you're not wearing
boxer shorts, I can't stand them."
Chrissy began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing with its
own lubrication.
She used the pre-come to help rotate her fin-
gers gently
around the head, stroking it with ever firmer pres-
sure.
I withdrew my hands from under her sweater to push my
pants down further,
allowing me to slip the briefs down below my
swollen balls,
which she now explored with her questing hand.
Lubricating
her fingers even more with her saliva, she alternate-
ly rubbed my
balls and massaged the head of my dick.
My hands were now free, and I hungrily reached forward for
her erect nipples,
shortly afterward sliding my right hand down
her belly and
slipping it under the waistband of her sweat pants.
She was wearing
no panties underneath, and the inside of the
cotton sweats
was already wet with her juices. As I stroked her
mound, her lubrication
welcomed my fingers into her warm wet
cunt.
Rubbing the juices on my fingers, I began to circle her
clitoris and
then used my fingers to stroke in and out of her
pussy while
my thumb pushed against her swollen clit. She was
breathing harder
now, and could not stop moving her ass around on
the seat, first
bucking her soaking cunt against my right hand,
then pushing
her ass back against my cock through the sweat pants.
Just then, the stewardess came down the aisle, paused notice-
ably as she
came up to our row, glared at me (me? why me? there
are two of us
here, you know!), almost said something, then
apparently decided
that since we were bothering nobody else, she
would keep moving.
Thank God! While we were both close to fully
clothed at that
time, there was little chance she could do any-
thing legally
disastrous, but who needs the embarrassment, or the
hassle from
the kids for that matter.
As the stewardess left, Chrissy whispered. "She knows exact-
ly what we are
doing, and she's jealous! Now I want to have your
prick inside
me. I'll keep quiet, but I need you to fuck me
now."
With this, she lifted her ass off the seat and slid her
sweats down
below her knees, then separated her legs slightly and
moved back so
I could slide into her dripping pussy from behind.
I moved slowly
in and out as she purred and pushed back onto my
cock quietly
so we would not wake our neighbors.
At the same time, I reached back around to stroke her clito-
ris easily but
steadily. The appearance of the stewardess had
startled me,
and most of the urgency for release that had built
up from her
stroking my hard-on had subsided, so it was a nice,
long, easy fuck,
punctuated by her spasming in orgasm three times
before my cock
pressure built up to the point of no return. I
came with the
most excruciating pleasure I had felt in my life
(actually for
the last month, but you know how easy it is to lose
perspective
at the moment.) I felt like I unleashed at least a
pint of come
into her already dripping cunt. I sighed, and
whispered' "Chrissy,
it must have been heaven that sent you to
this seat.
You don't know how much I needed that."
She then turned around in the seat to sit normally, and
kissed me for
the first time. "I needed it just as much as you
did; you're
a terrific fuck, but on top of that it's the danger
that makes me
come so much. Thanks for being here, I dreamed
that I'd be
fucked silly on this trip. As we kissed, I told her
about my favorite
turn-on. "What I like best is eating pussy,
but there is
no room here for that. Would you like to go to the
back of the
plane with me?"
"What do you mean? In the lavatory?" she asked.
"Yes. If we are reasonably cautious we can get in there
without causing
an uproar," I replied.
"I've never done that before," Chrissy explained.
"There's a first time for everything," I said, and moved to
pull up my pants
and buckle my belt. She thought about it for a
minute, and
then said, "why not, let's try it!" She drew up the
sweat pants
and tied the drawstring (I hadn't noticed there was
one before -
must not have been tied.) Then she got up and
headed for the
back of the plane, with me following directly
behind.
She entered the first lavatory, which was vacant (good thing
the flight was
long, and everybody was still asleep.) I slipped
right in behind
her before the flight attendants noticed we were
even there.
As I closed the door, she turned and we started to
kiss passionately.
She broke for a quick query, "how do you do
anything in
this little space?" As I untied the drawstring on
her sweat pants,
I said, "Just lift up and sit on the sink, and
let me taste
your cunt."
Chrissy lifted, spread her legs, and I could see her cunt
lips were still
swollen from her last orgasm. I gently tongued
her outer lips,
occasionally swiveling my head to nip the insides
of her thighs,
but always returning to circle her clit, and as it
swelled up,
suck on it gently. There was no end to the wetness;
her own lubrication,
supplemented by the enormous load of come I
had left in
her pussy, dripped down both sides of my chin onto
the stainless
steel sink surface and trailed down her thighs.
After tonguing her into a few more orgasms, I realized how
hard I was getting
again, and finally stood up, sliding her ass
slightly off
the surface, and drove my cock into her again while
we exchanged
extremely wet but tasty kisses, flavored by both of
our juices.
Such a short time after the last fuck, and she was
so wet; this
time it lasted at least twenty minutes, both of us
sighing and
savoring the overwhelming sensations coursing through
our bodies.
Finally, after a slow buildup that I never wanted to
end, I came
again, not as much this time, but she sensed it and
started bucking
hard just at the same moment. The pleasure was
so intense it
was almost painful.
The light came on to return to the cabin, and after a few
minutes we were
able to adjust ourselves to some degree of
present ability
to return to our seats. Just as we opened the
door, the same
stewardess was looking right into my eyes. She
said angrily,
"Please return to your seats and stay there. We
have some turbulence
and the captain has turned on the seat
belt sign."
I couldn't help but think that maybe we were the
cause of the
turbulence, but then that's just my imagination
running away
with me again.
As we settled in to the seats, Chrissy pushed the seat divid-
er down, saying,
"I think everyone is waking up, let's not embar-
rass your boys."
The breakfast service was beginning, the cabin
lights were
turned on, and we were again two strangers who hap-
pened to be
sitting next to each other on the plane. The secret
of our mile-high
lovemaking was secure.
We exchanged addresses, but with her in Brisbane and me in
Boston it's
not likely we'll ever meet again. Both of us prom-
ised to use
caution in contacting each other should the opportu-
nity arise,
so our current SO would not be disturbed, but also
promised to
get together if possible again.
I said good-bye to Chrissy at the seat, and went forward with
the unsuspecting
boys to deplane.
As we got to the end of the ramp in the terminal, I asked
Anne, "How was
your flight?"
"Great," she replied, "one of the most relaxing ever."
"Me too!"
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