It was my summer holiday. I was flying to Cyprus for a fortnight of sun, sand and sex.
Being a warm day, all I was wearing was a short sun dress. I had no bra or knickers on underneath.
I took my seat in the plane and found I was next to a quite attractive man in his late twenties. He introduced himself, and we started to make conversation. He asked why I was going to Cyprus and I told him it was my summer holiday and I was going to enjoy myself. After about half an hour the conversation started to get a bit more intimate with a bit of sexual innuendo.
He complimented me on my appearance. He said that I looked very cool in my thin summer dress. I told him that I had nothing on beneath it. He laughed and suggested that I proved it. I undid a couple of buttons at the top and bent forward so that he could see my bare tits. He said that they were lovely, but didn’t prove I had no knickers on. With that he placed a hand on my thigh and slowly moved it up under my dress. I eased my legs apart, and soon his hand was on my hot little pussy. He smiled and started to give it a rub.
He told me that he adored smooth shaven cunts and that he was dying to fuck me.
By now I was really worked up and needed it badly.
Pulling my dress down, I got up. I said that I was going to the toilet, and asked him to follow me. Plane toilets are very cramped, but once inside he really gave me a good seeing to, making me cry out as I came at the same time as him.
After cleaning ourselves up we went back to our seats, but for the rest of the flight his fingers were in my pussy.
