When I was twenty, I took my first solo trip. I was flying out to New York from Miami for spring break. Don’t get me wrong: Miami is beautiful and everything, but I could give a shit about the heat. I missed the cold and the friends I grew up with.
I finally arrived at the airport, getting there an hour early for my redeye flight. Looking around, I saw a group of attractive people around my age at the gate. I guessed they were coming back from Miami Beach. Still in their beach gear. I couldn’t help but notice this one guy staring at me. He had this smirk on his face; he was tall, dark and handsome. Stocky build…and knew how to carry it well.
They started to call out for boarding. This is where the sucky part comes in. I hate flying, with all my heart. I’m usually with someone when I travel. I was sitting on a three-seater and I was so glad to have the window seat. Everyone was starting to board and suddenly the same guy that was staring at me was my seat mate; his friend was sitting next to him.
He introduced himself to me as David and I told him my name was Alice. We talked for a bit, and I was instantly comfortable with him. He had this charming quality to him, with a husky voice. We flirted back and forth for a while, asking questions about one another. They announced the plane was ready to depart.
I couldn’t stop shaking my leg. I was so nervous. He saw it and put his hand on my knee to calm me down. I gave him a look and said, “David, I know this might be so random – and we don’t know one another that well – but I’m very nervous. Do you mind holding my hand while the plane takes off?”
He leaned over and said, “Of course not.”
He held my hand for a while and we talked and joked around, whispering sexy little comments to each other. He started to rub the inside of my palm. It felt so intimate and his gaze penetrated me. Just then, the seatbelt signs flicked off, and the pilot’s voice informed us that we were now at cruising altitude and safe to move around. I tried to take my hand away. He wouldn’t budge.
“David? Thank you for holding my hand and making me not think about it, but we’re in the clear.”
He looked at me and gave my hand a kiss. “I’m not sure I want to let you go. Is that wrong?” I couldn’t help but lick my lips: was this guy even real? Had I been reading way too many Harlequin books?
A flight attendant was walking by us and he asked her for a blanket. He put it on us. He pushed the arm that was in the middle of us back and got closer. He leaned over, looking at my lips and I couldn’t help myself. There was this thick magnetic air around us, neither of us breaking eye contact. I kissed him. I kissed a total stranger. His lips were so soft and fitted perfectly against mine. Fuck, did he taste good. Our kiss deepened. It was one of those searing kisses that made me press my legs together. I could literally feel my pussy throbbing. We had to pull apart after a while, both of us breathless.
He started to caress my jaw and kiss my jawline, working his way to my neck. I was trying too hard not to moan loudly. I looked around to make sure we were fine and his friend next to him was staring right at me with a smile on his face. This was so wrong, but felt too good to stop.
David’s hand found its way under my shirt. Cupping my breast under the bra. Playing with my hard nipple. Pinching and squeezing. Pulling one then the other. Driving me crazy while his friend watched me. I was biting my bottom lip down from keeping myself from moaning on this packed flight. All you could hear were my soft whimpers.
David whispered in my ear, “I want to taste you, Alice. Can I?”
I looked around, needing him, wanting this…but there were too many people here. “David, I don’t think that’s even possible.”
He gave me a smirk and told me to trust him. He started to unzip my jeans. He pushed my panties to the side and pressed one of his fingers into my folds. “Fuck, baby, is that for me? You are So. Fucking. Wet.”
I was drenched; my panties were ruined. He stopped to pull out his cock under the blanket. He took my left hand and placed it on it. I started to stroke him while he finger fucked me. He pushed another finger inside of me. I had to bite his neck to keep my moaning under control. His friend just kept watching us, adding to the craziest moment of my life.
He pressed his thumb on my clit while pumping into me. He told me I was so tight. How badly he wanted to fuck me. I gripped his cock harder and stroked him, faster and faster. Feeling the pre-cum rolling down my hand. I was so close to coming. So close to losing my sanity. He started to spasm and came in my hand and under the blanket. And I…just completely lost it. He had to put his other hand on my mouth to keep me quiet.
I came crashing down from this crazy high. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I looked over and he still had that smirk on his face. He started to lick my juices off his fingers. He leaned over and said, “I told you I wanted to taste you.”
All I could do was laugh. We straightened ourselves out. Talked and snuggled for the rest of the flight. He kissed me goodbye at the arrival gate and gave me his number. I tossed it after he left. There wasn’t any malice in it: I just knew it wouldn’t work out. My first time with a stranger and also being watched. I’ll never forget it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12ktzmj/fm_i_told_you_i_wanted_to_taste_you