Name: Rosie 8 December
Airline: unknown
Flight Number: unknown
From: birmingham To: paris
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The Story: i was flying to Paris for a holiday, and me and my boyfriend ended but getting seats really far away from each other. He was sat near the front and I was at the very back, so I couldn’t see him.
i was sat next to this really tall man, with brown curly hair and icy blue eyes – honestly one of the most beautiful men I’ve seen in a long time.
He smiled, said hello to me, and put his ear buds in before going to sleep. That’s what i thought.
Around halfway through the flight (after I, too, had put my earphones in and gone to sleep) I felt him move beside me, and his hand brushed against my leg. I thought nothing of it, and tried to go back to sleep.
except it happened again, more firmly this time.
He rubbed his hand up my leg, and began to trace small circles on my inner thigh. By now i knew what was going on, and I wasn’t complaining.
He threw a blanket over us, and his hand kept creeping upwards. I was trying my hardest not to moan, but a little noise came out and he pulled his hand away quickly.
I turned towards him with a smirk and put his hand back on my leg, and he smirked back at me, placing a finger to his lips.
I nodded slowly, and closed my eyes as I prepared for him to start.
He stroked his fingers up my leg, before placing a hand on my pussy through my panties. I quivered at his touch.
He gently pushed my panties to the side and used his long, slender fingers to rub my clit slowly. I grinded on his hand, wanting him to go faster instead of torturing me like this, and he abruptly pulled his hand out of my panties.
I was scared that I had annoyed him, but he just gave me a small smile before kneeling on the floor and pushing my legs apart. I couldn’t see what he was doing because his head was beneath the blanket, but it felt amazing.
I was in complete ecstasy as he sucked on my clit, twirling his tongue around it and then lapping up my juices as I came.
I let out a quiet moan as I felt myself cum, and then a squeal of pleasure as he suddenly plunged his tongue all the way into my pussy.
Repressing a scream, I threw my head back into my seat and squirmed around, aching for him to go deeper inside of me. I came again, much faster this time, and he sat back in his seat.
Slowly, he began to unzip his jeans before pulling out his dick. Just seeing it almost made me cum, and I was so ready to feel it inside me.
He pulled me onto his lap, and pushed me onto his cock. I bit my lip as I felt my pussy stretch to his size, and then slowly started to bounce on top of him as waves of pleasure wracked my body with each thrust.
His thrusts got deeper, harder, and then gradually sloppier as my walls tightened around him and we both came together. It felt amazing.
He pushed up my shirt and swirled his tongue around my nipple as I continued to grind on him, pushing him even further inside of me.
We both came again, and he lifted me up and off of his cock, before setting me back down on my seat. I felt empty without him inside of me, and instantly longed to be riding him again.
He put his ear buds in and closed his eyes again, not saying a single word to me. I never learnt his name, but as we stood up to leave the plane, he gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek and whispered ‘welcome to the mile high club.’
I never told my boyfriend about what happened, but I still remember the feeling of the man inside of me, and sometimes even long for the experience to happen again.