While heading to the Olympics, I never dreamed that I would get such a gold medal moment! I thought I might get lucky enough to have the entire row to myself, when just before the doors closed, a 35-40 year old woman sat down into the aisle seat. I’m a 23 year old guy who loves older women. She was wearing a black business suit with high heel shoes and lacey black hose. We exchanged smiles and prepared for takeoff. I did the normal thing, grabbed the Air Mag and began to flip through it. For whatever reason, an article in the mag, drifting close to sleep from exhaustion, or whatever, I began to have intense erotic thoughts pop into my head. Needless to say, it cause an equally intense hard-on. Needing to adjust my crotch from pushing against my trousers, I covered my hand with the mag and began to massage my cock. Soon after, the lady beside me “accidently” rubbed her legs against my. I looked at her and she wink and offered an apology saying she just needed to remove her shoes. Next thing I know, her hose covered foot is running up and down my leg. Not wanting to get the wrong impression, I move my leg away from her and pretend nothing happened. It was then I looked over and saw that she had written on a napkin the words: “Looks like you are in a HARD situation.” I then look up at her and she winks again and licks her lips. Of course, I move closer, raising the arm rest between us. She moves her hand under the mag, unzips my trousers and begins to give me a heavenly hand job. She masterfully rubs my tool, almost to the breaking point. Luckily, the captain turned off the fasten seat belt sign and we both belted to the restroom. For an older woman, she had soft round breasts that I devoured with my tongue and was extremely wet as I began to please her with me fingers. She took me into her mouth as I stood on the toilet and sucked all of me like I had never been done before. She then rode me as I leaned with my feet against the wall in front of me and my sholders pinned on the wall behind me. She came quickly and later explained that she had not had sex in almost a year because of a divorce. As we flew into Salt Lake, she leaned over to see the mountain view, and I brought her to orgasm again by rubbing her with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other. I guess we both just “Lit the fire within.” We had continued to have a wonderful weekend together.
