The Night Flight

Rebecca felt tired but accomplished.  As she boarded the Air France night flight at Pearson, she just wanted to grab a glass of wine, a light meal, and then to sleep her way home to Paris. It had been a successful trip; her local staff had done most of the heavy lifting for her in truth, but the deal was agreed and signed and the agency she had built over many years, often alone, was secure for another year at least.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim lights of the business class cabin, she saw, to her surprise, only one other traveller; a man, greying, unassuming but somehow powerful in an immaculate silk suit.  Business travellers often board late, so she was surprised that, as the flight crew closed the doors, she and the man were still the only travellers.

Dinner was served quickly and cleared equally so, as the attendants scurried to get to their night stations and some paid sleep.  As she thought about settling for sleep, the man, his jacket now removed, politely leant across the aisle and asked Becky if she would like to join him for a nightcap.  Her initial thought was to demur, but then she thought no; it’s been a great day. A late night drink seemed an appropriate celebration. The attendants brought them drinks, dimmed the lights, and retreated to their own privacy.

Alone with a man she had never met, whose name she barely knew, she assessed him; not tall, not short, self confident but without arrogance he seemed to control without effort.  For an absurd moment she thought if this man asked me to take off my clothes, I would do so without a thought. As she dismissed the notion, he leant across and confidently kissed her.  Initially, she resisted in surprise, but as she felt his will, his inner strength and resolve, she relaxed, opening her mouth wide, his tongue pushing against hers as she felt herself instinctively reach up to hold his neck, pulling his lips hard against hers. She watched, powerless to move, as his hand moved to her inner thigh. She gasped as he stroked her through her thigh-high hose, gently but seemingly unstoppably moving closer to her soft skin above.

She could feel the wetness between her lips, the urging of her clitoris for attention. Without thinking, she reached across and ran her hand over his smooth suit pants. She felt his hardness beneath and knew, like never before, that she wanted this man, wanted to feel his skin again hers, his hardness inside her.

She looked into his eyes. They seemed at the same time both strong and controlling yet warm and kindly. He nodded almost imperceptibly and she unzipped his pants as if commanded. She marvelled as she held his firm uncut cock. She had seen many, but she still marvelled at its beauty as she slid her hand slowly up and down its shaft, her thumb brushing deliberately against its sensitive tip.

She felt her excitement build as his hand passed her stocking top and his fingers deftly pulled her panties to one side. She felt his fingers sliding smoothly between her wet lips as his thumb gently circled her swollen clit.  Sensing she was close, he moved faster, as she did the same. She arched her back, moaning in her joy, thrusting her hips towards his hand, desperately chasing that wonderful moment of release. She came first. Wanting to cry out, she pulled away, but he put his hand, still wet with her juices to her lips and she was quiet, intoxicated by her own smell.

In her moment of ecstasy, she fleetingly forgot him, but then quickly realized he must too be close.  She grinned and turned towards him. As she continued to stroke him she bent her head to engulf his cock with her lips. She ran her tongue around his beautiful swollen head and felt its pulse, tasting a drop of his salty precum.  Then she sensed his moment had come too.  His whole body stiffened as his warm load exploded into her mouth. Savouring the moment, she ran the warm sticky liquid around her mouth with her tongue as she fondled his warm balls with her hand.

Sitting up, they kissed hard and satisfied, his cum and her smell mixing in their mouths as they relaxed in a blissful few moments of release. Smiling, he said “Thank you, that was quite the business trip!”.

“You are welcome”, she replied. “It’s rare to celebrate closing a deal like that.”

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