Hey Guys and Girls! What I am about to share with you is the truth and it happened about 3 weeks ago. I was supposed to go on a flight to Europe on Saturday but because of the Volcano’s ashes, some flights to Paris were canceled and mine was one of them. I called the airlines to make sure I would be on the next one, but they offered me a one stop flight when my original flight was a direct one. I was reluctant but it seemed I had no choice, so here I am, booked for Sunday with a stop in Chicago, final destination Paris. I get to the airport for my first leg flight only to discover that my flight Chicago Paris is 12 hours late. I plead with the airline representatives who finds me a direct flight leaving soon but from another airport close by. So be it, I storm to the other airport, check in last minute and get to the boarding gate. My name was being called out on the speaker, so I went to the desk. They asked whether I did not mind to be changed to another seat so a couple could be reunited, to which I positively answered. I frankly did not want to be bother anymore, I wanted to be seat anywhere and go to where I was supposed to.
Finally, I boarded the plane first and sat with my sunglasses on next to the window separated from the alley by one empty seat. The flight was full, airports stress me out, basically I kind of was pissed off. looking back, it was ridiculous but right there, I had enough of the running, I just wanted to fly. A moment later, a mature woman, around 45 yo, took the empty seat next to me. she smiled… I smiled back. After take off, I felt lighter as the threat of volcano ashes vanished away. So naturally we started to talk and drink wine. From very basic subject, the conversation went rather quickly into older women dating younger men. She was at ease, but displaying no clear sign of attraction. We had some laugh about me serving her second glass of wine, she said that she could be so drunk that her head would fall on my shoulder, to which I answered that “if it is the worse that could happen, I think I could sleep with that” and then it was time to sleep. All the lights went off, and a few people were already asleep with the blanket over their head. I could hear the couple behind our seats still talking. It’s amazing things you hear on a plane, as well as things you can say to a perfect stranger.
I was not attempting to sleep for more than 5 mn, I felt her head falling on my right shoulder. I remained calm but frankly, I did not know what to think… maybe she was really drunk after all. A minute later, she pressed my arm against hers and lovingly caress my hand on the armrest. At this point, I could not see myself having sex on a plane.
how, where? I don’t even know if she wants to have sex. but anyway, my arm under strong pressure from hers, slides over in between her legs, and I start to evaluate her leg tonicity. It was firm and warm, very warm. I surely made my way to her crotch while pulling one of her breast out…the one closer to me of course. She had great, full, natural boobs with the flashlights ON. Now I am getting straight and the blue and red wires in my simple brain were about to touch and create a massive short-circuit whereas I would not soon care about anything else but pounding her on the seat if it was meant to be. I unbutton her pants (ladies, by the way, please don’t fly with pair of jeans), and try to create some room for one of my hand. the closer I getting there, the closer the temperature was sick, really, call it pussy fever! I finally reached the check point to find out that it was the Niagara falls down there… I diligently aroused her to the point that she came twice in 5 mn and moaned to a sound that I had to suppress with my hand, after what she came straight down to my belt…just like that, like we were in my bedroom. She was kind of frustrated by the complexity of men’s belt, well she was married for a long time. so I helped her. I was so hard that the ding popped right out and made my job easy. She stayed in awe for a good 20 seconds and started sucking on it like…i don’t really know, I kind of lost conscientiousness on and off by moment, shared between pleasure and fear of being caught. I mean she did not take any precaution, she was her back to the alley, blowing me, without any blanket over her head or anything. Anyone walking through would have seen what we were doing. Was I supposed to be in charge of that? it went way to fast for me anyway. So I put a blanket over her while she is going at it for more than 5 mn already now.
But then, the wires touched, and I did not care of anything now, I was enjoying myself and she licked, sucked, blew, spat, gagged…I mean 20 mn is a long time . I hear the seat belt sign going on with a stringent sound and what was supposed to happen, invariably happened; the stewardess walked by checking that every passengers had there seat belt on, despite that they were sleeping, and invariably she stops ebfore us and sees the blanket doing the up and down move above my seat belt. She looked at me, trying to avoid looking at the obvious head blowing my pole, and she asks that I put my seat belt. I can tell she is choked but amused. I am enjoying myself way too much to be disturb right now, so with a lot of assurance I respond that we all have our seat belt, but now she insists, and I said to her with my hand on the blanket ” what, you want to see if I have my seat belt?” She looked pissed but she leaves. By now, maybe 4 poeple saw us, the couple beind us were not asleep that whole time, the guy next to me, opened his eyes occasionally and the stewardess got us hand ion the bag. Well, that does not deter the lady, she actually did not even stop while I was speaking to the stewardess, imagine how hard it is to express yourself seriously in this situation. I guess the 2 wires touching comes in handy sometimes. So now, we have definitely been spotted, we cannot continue this on our seats. I look at the woman and ask her if she is part of the mile high club, answer was no, I asked if she wanted to be, answer was Yes.
I devise my plan as follow:
Go to the restroom
I will come in 15 seconds
She immediately stood up while I still had my dong out, and heads to the restroom 2 seats behind ours. I loosely put back the package inside my pants and head to the toilet. Of course, I could not help crossing eyes with the lady behind who sported a envious smile. I knock and get in. She goes right down where she left off, but now I thought it was time to be part of the club. She stood on the toilet casket, bended over and I just slide into her. Details are futile her, but I confirm that pressurization provokes indeed massive ejaculation. We went back to our respective seats and enjoy a relaxing and peaceful flight.
Hope you enjoyed my story, now a word for you ladies out there who are reading this and have always entertain the idea of sex on the plane. Just ask the guy next to you if he is descent, he will surely enjoy indulging you.
