Prefix: Mr.
First_name: Gray
Last_name: Frazier
Date: Dec., 1983
Airline: American
Flight: ?
From: O’Hare
To: Hartsfield
Time: Evening
Aircraft: 757
Location: Lavatory
Altitude: 3000
Comments: This was my first flight, ever, and I didn’t expect this. Because I was horny as hell, I went to the lavatory, where I planned to jack off.
What I didn’t know was that a lady had seen me, with a bulge in my pants and had followed me.
As I opened the door and entered that little room, she pushed her way in, behind me and, before I could protest or say anything, she began to fondle and french kiss me.
Because I was worried we would be caught, I made sure the door was locked and leaned against it (for good measure, I thought.)
About this time, the woman began to rub my balls through my pants, with one hand, while she used the other to take my right hand and move it underneath her sweater, where she was braless.
As I began to rub her knockers, she began to engulf my cock with her mouth and, within three minutes, I was really feeling good.
Before long, I was worried that I would never come and also worried that she would give up, when she began to stroke me, with her hand.
I hadn’t had an orgasm in about six weeks, so I knew I would fill her mouth, but what happened next surprised me. As told her I was about to come, expecting she wouldn’t want to take my load in her mouth, she clamped her lips around my member and began humming, which caused a wonderful sensation.
She also stuck her middle finger up my anus and began to stroke my prostate, which caused me to explode – I’ve read, where men have written about their orgasms in the terms of explosions, but I didn’t expect this:
When she looked up, my sperm was running out of her nose and she had to take a wad of TP to clean it.
Then, she composed herself, opened the door and left.
When I returned to my seat, I was happy that no other passenger was waiting in line and also elated for the event that had just occurred.
For the remainder of the flight, I fantasized about this woman and hoped she would approach me again. I didn’t see her. When the flight was over all I have is the memory of the best blow job of my life, which occurred inside the lavatory of a 757 American Airlines airplane.