[FM] Up in the air

For the past few weeks, I was overseas for work. Being in hotel rooms, meeting hot tourists (story for another time) and watching porn in hotels drove me insanely wild. After three weeks of almost no sex, and cybersex with redditors, I was ready to come home to actual fucking. My boyfriend was coming over from LA to visit and I squeezed in a fuck date with a redditor before my bf arrived. In addition, another guy that I hooked up with on craiglist expressed interest in fucking again, I was so looking forward to end the dry spell I had.

I packed my bags, headed to the airport and all the way I was thinking of how exciting life would be back in DC. I was wearing a short babydoll-like dress with a low cut cleavage and black pantyhose. I am a 36 DD and I was wearing a push up bra so I had to wear a pashmina wrap to cover my boobs.

The plane back home was practically empty, I had the window seat in the middle back of the economy class, right before the bathrooms. There was just the bathroom wall behind me. Rows of seats were empty and I was hoping to get my 3 seats to myself. So, I put my backpack in the middle seat and stretched over comfortably reading a book, until a guy approached and said: “Do you mind if I put your stuff in the overhead bin? I am in the middle seat”. “Sure” I responded. “The plane seems empty so I can move to the aisle seat or the other section if no one comes here” He said. Me: “Sure” and I continued to read my book.

He was tall, slim with a muscular upper body, maybe 6’3, had smooth curly wavy hair and must have been in his mid forties. He kinda looked like Mathew McConaughey with less wrinkles. He was the chatty type. Asked me what I was doing, what line of work I am into, hobbies, etc. I did the same. We talked a lot. I was worried that he would talk for the entire 11 hours back. As the plane started to fill up he moved to the aisle seat to give us both more space. We both dozed off during take off.

In 30 mins, seatbelt sign was off and we woke up for refreshments. He got beer, and I got red wine. He started chatting again asking me more questions about my work. He moved from his seat and returned back to the middle seat so we can hear each other better. We conversed for a solid hour and found out that we were in the same school (both Ivy-leaguers), and the same line of work- Suddenly there was more eagerness and more things to talk about. More laughter, another drink. I was gazing in his eyes. I thought he was truly handsome. I took my pashmina off exposing my cleavage, hoping he would stare. After a bit I started reading a book, unable to focus on a single word. I could feel my pussy tightening and the buzz from drinking got me to wonder about his cock. I stared into the abyss as my imagination ran wild, then I heard him say:

“You look pensive.”

I smiled. I told him that I was feeling tense and that my shoulder was stiff from carrying my backpack. He reached over to my shoulder and started massaging my shoulder and neck with his left hand. I let out a moan. He said: “You can lay on my lap if you like.”

He moved to the aisle seat, and then ran his finger through my hair. By this time, it was all too obvious. I wasn’t the only one who was thinking dirty thoughts, so I proceeded with ease and confidence. I put my head on his lap and he covered me with the blanket. He put a pillow under my head and immediately put his hand under the blanket, on my cleavage, and massaged my left breast.

“Are you ok?” He asked as he was pinching my nipples.
I smiled and moved my head up and down his lap, face closer to his manhood.

He started pinching my nipples…little pulses…right breast then left breast, then he removed his hand. At this point, my panties were totally drenched.

The lights were off. Passengers were sleeping. Flight attendants were not active. Everything quiet. I wanted him to touch me again, everywhere. I was frustrated. I let out a sigh. He heard it and let his hand slid to my breast again….He cupped my other breast and fondled my nipples…then he lift up his hand and put his finger in my mouth as he stared in me. I sucked off his finger, and watched as his hand went under the blanket to my pussy…”Why did you wear this?” He asked, referring to my pantyhose, and before I knew it he tore my pantyhose and slid his finger inside my panties into my pussy…I let out a loud moan and then I thought people heard me. I freaked out and sat straight… He laughed. I wanted to die from shame. I wish I didn’t moan, but I couldn’t help it.

Luckily, no one noticed and almost everyone on the plane were either sleeping or watching something on their screen. He sat back on the aisle seat and massaged my head again, pulling my head towards his lap again…I felt his manhood rub against my face through his trousers, but I couldn’t do anything to him. Public sex is not my forte. He leaned over so close to my face and said”don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything right now, just sleep if you like.”

I dozed off on his lap and woke up with his finger feeling up my clit—he was stroking wanting me to cum, but I couldn’t cum. I only offered him more wetness. I was quiet, but squirming. He was looking at me while fingering. Serious face. Locking his eyes with mine. From time to time he would remove his finger and smell me, stroking my face too with his wet finger. I was thinking of how I would love him to explode on my face. I wanted an actual date with this guy. My thoughts were uncontrollable. I went upright and adjusted myself. I scooted to the middle seat between us and the window seat. I laid my head on the window and pretended that nothing happened.

For the rest of the flight, every now and then he would whisper wild things he would like to do me. “I want to fuck your mouth” “Your pussy is tight but my cock would love to feel your ass. “

Few hours later we were served dinner, and we went back to conversing. He leaned over and said “I would rather eat your pussy while you milk my cock, that would make a far more satisfying meal” by this time, I lost all ability to concentrate on anything. My head was in the clouds, literally, figuratively and in every fucking way imaginable.

He got up to the bathroom, and as he stood up he quickly grabbed my boob reaching for my nipple— squeezing so hard – Then he told me that there was chocolate mousse on my lips as he ran his finger on my lips to wipe it off. He shoved his thumb in my mouth and grabbed my tongue. All this lasted a split second. My heart was pounding at this intense molestation that I acquiesced to. He was forceful and it was fucking hot.

It was 30 mins to landing. I wasn’t sure if I should ask for his contact info. A part of me wanted him to fuck me. Then he said: “ I would love to see you again”. I nodded. He gave me his business card. “It’s your call if you want to take this to the next level, but I think we would enjoy each other a lot.” He said. As I was leaving the plane, I felt that there were some people watching us but I wasn’t sure. I was scared that someone might have watched.

Past immigration and luggage collection, I looked around and found him staring at me, smiling. I smiled back. He came over and gave me a big bear hug and then he left without saying a word. After I collected my luggage I went to find my Uber cab and I saw him again get into a car with a beautiful woman and two adorable twin girls. The woman looked like she was in her 40s, tall, blonde, and as skinny as a stick. He caught me staring and waved goodbye. The woman looked at me, and smiled.

I got into my Uber, feeling aroused and dazzled by the entire experience- I would love him to fuck me but he seems to be married. I shouldn’t. Then I realized, I just let some stranger finger me on a flight! The Adrenaline running and juices flowing. I was lost. Luckily I had a date with a redditor the following night. A whole lot of fucking planned before my boyfriend comes to visit. I was happy to be back home.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5iv4fp/fm_up_in_the_air