Well ladies and gentlemen from the flight deck, I was really not expecting my story to be quite so popular. So before I takeoff for San Fransisco I thought I’d leave you with another story.
I was on reserve at the time and got reassigned to deadhead on a flight to somewhere… they all blend together anymore. It was a fairly light load which those super late flights tend to be so I was figuring I could snag a row to myself and spread out as I’m very tall and those seats are cramped as hell. I sat down in my window seat and busied myself with trying to get comfortable when someone sat down next to me.
She was dressed rather sharply in a business suit, probably mid 50’s with brown hair with streaks of grey and brown eyes. We exchanged the usual seat mate small talk as the boarding process continued. Afterwards I sat back to enjoy the flight when she confessed she’s still a little afraid of flying despite all the traveling she does. So I kept right on chatting to help put her at ease pointing out what the different noises and motions were.
After takeoff we kept on chatting and started partaking of some inflight beverages once the Flight Attendants started coming around. I flashed my badge and got her drinks covered and she was very impressed. (For those of you that don’t know altitude increases the effect alcohol has on your brain significantly) After an hour or so of talking she blurts out that she thinks her husband is cheating on her. Taken aback I asked her if she wanted to talk about it and she went into a full rant of how they never have sex anymore and she feels like she isn’t wanted in their house. Those of you who have dealt with drunk people while stone cold sober probably know you gotta pick your words carefully.
So I did my best to reassure her. She was still in very good shape and had nothing to me ashamed of. She could probably pick up any guy on the plane but Eduardo, but only because he plays for the other team. Any guy with a pulse would be all over her given the opportunity. She laughed at that and said if she were 10 years younger she would follow me to my hotel and make me prove it. I told her she doesn’t need a time machine to be sexy, it’s all about enthusiasm.
She got kinda quiet and gave this small smile and started walking her fingers across my seat belt. (which you should always leave buckled when you are in your seats btw) Her hand landed on my crotch and gently rubbed my slightly stick cock through my pants. My reply was to reach down and unzip my pants, while looking around the cabin. Thankfully the few people around us we’re either sleeping or watching movies so no one batted an eye when she slipped her hand in and grasped my hardening cock. Without missing a beat she had me standing out of my pants. She leaned down and I felt the warmth of her breath on my skin. My eyes kept scanning as I felt her give my tip a gentle kiss and I felt her wet tongue swirl around it and slowly took me into her mouth. I let out a quite curse under my breath as she started bobbing her head up and down. Her tongue swirled about my shaft as she sucked the life out of me. I felt my orgasm build as my cock started twitching. Sensing this she sped up milking me with her mouth.
Unable to stop it I struggled to stifle a moan I came in her mouth as she kept sliding me in and out over and over. After I stopped she slowly raised her head spilling a bit of my cum before locking eyes with me. She then stood up and walked off to the lav, my cum in her mouth the whole way.
She never did follow me to my hotel. Last I saw of her was watching he walk up the jet bridge and off to where ever life was taking her next.
Hope you guys like this one too. I’ve got quite a few more and if people keep liking them I’ll keep sharing. Thanks for flying and hope to see you again real soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/np8z4i/m_what_goes_on_at_30000_feet