Air
Fling
I
have more to share in the future if you like this, but must I remain anonymous,
Since I ama
senior manager at a Fortune 100 company and knowledge about
my extra-curricular
activities would cause the end of my career.
It was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in
Brisbane 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
behavior 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 returned, 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
fingers gently
around the head, stroking it with ever firmer
pressure.
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
alternately 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
noticeably 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
anything legally disastrous, but who needs the
embarrassment,
or the hassle from the kids for that matter.
As the stewardess left, Chrissy whispered. "She knows
exactly 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
clitoris 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 sooo
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
divider down,
saying, "I think everyone is waking up, let's not
embarrass your
boys." The breakfast service was beginning, the
cabin lights
were turned on, and we were again two strangers
who happened
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
promised to
use caution in contacting each other should the
opportunity
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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