It was a warm summer day, the sun was high in the sky, a perfect day. At least, it should be. I was busy packing from my girlfriend’s house. She left me for another man.
My name is Gant. I’m 26 years old, fairly good-looking, at least I think so. I’m built, but don’t have too much muscle. I’ve got chestnut brown hair that falls just above my azure eyes. I stand just under six feet tall.
Two years ago my girlfriend and I decided to leave the small rural Arkansas town we lived In, to a suburb outside of New York.
We were relatively happy living together. Until she started her new job teaching yoga. Somewhere along the way, she met a guy, and well, here I am on my way to a flight headed home.
I loaded up a rental car with as much of my crap as I could fit, then I drove about an hour through New York traffic to the airport. I got in line to have my bags checked in, and got my ticket, and went to have a seat in the waiting area.
I pulled out my phone and started messing with it. I had about an hour before my flight was set to go.
I heard a sound next to me, and when I looked I found a beautiful woman who had sat next to me.
The first thing I noticed was her beautiful blonde hair. Long flowing golden locks trailing down to her ample breast. She wore a band t-shirt and a pair of shorts, showing off her long tanned legs. She was definitely in her early thirties, but her body was amazing all the same, with curves in all the right places.
She had striking hazelnut eyes hidden behind yellow sunglasses. her lips were painted like plump rose petals.
She was reading a book with a colorful cover.
I wanted to say something to her, but I didn’t know what to say. So I just sat there, taking occasional glances at her.
This went on for about five minutes before I looked and found her staring at me, her eyebrow raised.
“You know you can just talk to me?” She had a voice like honey. “I’m not gonna bite.” She let that linger for a second. “Maybe just a nibble.”
“Uh, hi.” Way to go Grant. Real suave.
“Hi to you too.” She put her book in her bag and extended her hand, she didn’t have a ring. “My name is Nora.”
I awkwardly took her hand and shook it. “Grant.”
“Where are you headed to?” She crossed her legs, holding her knees with her hands. She had a pleasant smile.
“Uh, to Arkansas.”
“Oh, me too. Visiting Family?”
“Something like that.” I tried not to sound too bummed out.
I guess I wasn’t good at hiding the pain. “Everything alright?”
“Uh, yeah, just, it’s been a rough week.”
“I know that feeling. Was it a girl?”
“That obvious?”
“Extremely.”
I shrugged. “Yea, I’m just trying to put it behind me.”
“I understand.” She places a gentle hand on my shoulder. It was nice. “She broke your heart.”
I don’t know why, but I felt myself getting choked up. “How do you know so much?”
She took her hand back and shrugged. “Quite simply, been there, done that. My husband wasn’t the greatest.”
“I’m sorry.”
She shrugged again. “Happens to the best of us. He left me for someone else.”
That hurt. I laughed a little. “Same here. Some dude she met at work.”
“Ouch.”
“You’re telling me, we moved out here to start a new life.”
“I’m sorry, that sounds rough.”
I shrugged. “Happens to the best of us.”
She put an arm around me and pulled me into a hug. She smelt like a campfire, like smoke and lilac. It was nice.
“Uh.” I tried to talk but felt emotions in the back of my throat start to well up. She gripped me a little tighter, pushing her nice breast against me. Something about her holding me like that felt good, I realized it’s the only friendly contact I’ve had in months.
My ex stopped hugging me, kissing me, everything a few months before she told me to leave.
I felt tears well up in my eyes.
She pulled away, a kind, sad smile on her face. She rubbed my back.
“Uh, thank you.” I blinked the tears away.
“I just wished someone was there to do that for me when my husband left.”
I smiled. “Yea, it’s nice.”
“So, what’re your plans when you get home?”
“I have no idea, just gonna find a job, go back to school. All that good jazz.”
“Well, want some advice?”
“Sure, couldn’t hurt.”
“Don’t let one setback keep you from moving forward.”
“Yea, I know, I just don’t know what to do next.”
“Well, if nothing else, what do you do for fun?.” She asked.
I didn’t know, I was with my ex for so long, we did everything together. “I like to paint, I guess.”
She took a slip of paper out of her purse, and a pen. She presented them to me.
“Draw me something, nothing elaborate, just a simple doodle.”
“I don’t really…”
“Just trust me, it’ll make sense.”
I shrugged, what’s the worst that can happen.
I took the pen and paper and began to draw aimlessly. She stayed quiet the whole time.
Aloy of thoughts and feelings were flowing in my head, hate for that guy, remorse for the last couple of years. Excitement to see my family. All of these feelings and more enumerated themselves in my hands.
What I drew throughout my mental haze was, in a word, terrible.
It was a small dog, but nothing anatomically correct, he’s legs were a little too long. His eyes are asymmetrical and of different sizes. His tail was split in half.
She took it and examined it. A quizzical look drew upon her face. “I see.” She said, then stuffed the drawing in her purse.
“What was that about?”
“I wanted to see if you knew how to draw.”
“And?”
“You can, better than I can.”
I shrugged.
“So,” she started. “Crazy question.”
“Hmm”
“You were staring at me for a long while before I said anything. Why is that?”
I gulped. “Uh, I don’t know.”
“C’mon don’t lie to me.”
I sighed. “You’re kinda hot.”
She snickered. “Am I now?”
“Yea,”
“I’m guessing it’s been a while for you too huh?”
“Huh?” I asked.
“Ya know, been a while since you’ve had a warm bed.”
“Oh, uh, yeah.”
“Same for me. Almost three years now.”
“Oh, wow.”
“Wanna know why I sat next to you?”
“Whys that?”
She leaned in really close to my ear, her breath brushing my skin. “I thought you looked cute.” Her voice was slow, low, and sexy as hell, dripping with sensuality like honey.
The way she said it sent a shot of arousal I haven’t felt in months throughout my body. My pants suddenly felt a lot tighter.
She backed off, her eyes stared into mine, there was hit energy behind them, a smoldering fire burning hot.
I gulped.
“God, you’re so nervous, it’s cute.”
I scratched my neck and laughed. “I’m glad you think I’m cute.”
She smiled. “Well, our plane is leaving soon, so, I hope you have a good day cutie.”
“Uh, you too.”
She walked off, her shapely ass stating at me.
Fuck me, I should’ve asked for her number, but I was so nervous. Why was a beauty like that walking to me? I shook my head and gathered my carry on and walked towards the gate.
I went through all the normal getting on a plane bullshit, I didn’t see Nora anywhere.
After I got on the plane and got in my seat, I realized I was alone. I had a whole row to myself. Almost everyone had clambered into the metal tube. Another minute passed and it seemed like everyone had gotten on, but we were still waiting.
Ten minutes past then I saw Nora heading down the aisle, she had a sports bag with her as her carry-on. She saw me and smiled, then she got to my empty row and sat down next to me.
“Well ain’t this a coincidence.” She spouted in a faux southern accent.
“Is it though?” I asked.
“Course not cutie. I pulled a few strings.” She got settled next to me. She pulled out a rather large blanket from her gym bag.
“Can I ask why?”
She gave me another salacious smile. “Oh no reason, no reason whatsoever.”
I smirked. “Uh-huh.”
She laughed a little. “I like talking to you, is that a crime?”
“No, but people don’t normally pull strings to sit next to a guy just to talk.”
She leaned over, putting a hand on my shoulder. She spoke in that same sultry voice. “Maybe I want to do more than talk.”
She let the words linger for a moment.
Goddamn, was this woman serious? I hope so, maybe. I don’t know. God knows my body wants to, but I just met this woman, what if shes just messing with me.
She was staring at me, a sensual smile plastered on her face. She was waiting on me to say something. I didn’t know what to say, it’s been so long since I’ve flirted woth anyone.
I gulped. Maybe I should just ask what she means?
I put on a suave smile, trying not to look like an idiot, I’m pretty sure I failed cause she giggled.
“What do you mean by that exactly?”
“Oh, nothing much.” She put the blanket over both of our laps. I felt her hand slink over, rubbing my thigh over my shorts.
My boner immediately started pulsing against the fabric. God, it had been a while.
“Uh, are you sure?” I asked
“Only if you want me to cutie pie.”
“I won’t say no, but, it’s a little, public.”
“Take a little look.”
I looked around, the rows directly in front, and behind us were completely empty. Who was this woman?
I shrugged.
“Now, do you want to feel good or not?”
My cock pulsed with need. I still wasn’t sure.
“Why? You’ve just met me.”
“I have my reasons, trust me.” She smiled at me.
I shrugged my shoulders.
The plane started rumbling down the runway. At the same time, Nora had begun rubbing her hand in and around my groin, without ever actually touching it.
My cock was on fire. every slow movement she made, even through my shorts I could feel her slow sensual movements to my core.
My cock was at full mast, her hand was dangerously close to my waiting member.
Her head was on my shoulder, her eyes closed as the plane took off.
I gulped, her hand was right above my Hardening member, her finger lightly rubbing against the fabric. She moved up, grabbing the zipper to my pants and pulling it down. Still in my underwear, my cock hopper up slightly. Her hand went back up to the button and undid that, releasing the tension.
My covered cock wasn’t small, it was a good six and a half inches long, and a good inch and a half thick.
Her hand pulled my underwear down just enough for my turgid rod to spring out. She looked down, her sexy smile still plastered on her face.
“My my, you look good enough to eat.” She nuzzled closer into my neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, big boy?”
She kissed my neck, her soft lips sending showers through my body. She trailed a finger on my chest, staring down my cock.
I gulped, why was she toying with me?
She started kissing my neck again, trailing her soft lips up and down. Each kiss sent fire through my veins. Her breath was hot and slow.
What the hell is she doing?
She trailed her finger down my chest again. Why did it feel so good? It was a light pressure on my stomach sending hot waves down to my cock woth every passage.
“Please.” I felt myself say.
“Hmm, maybe.” She sounded lazy about it.
“Maybe?” I asked.
“Yea, it’s fun to feel you squirm.”
“That’s so mean.”
She snickered. “I’m kidding.” She licked her lips, the kissed my neck again. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“You better,” I growled.
“Ooo, forceful.”
She moved her hand down to my waiting cock. She trailed a fingertip from the base to the tip. It felt good, the tactile feeling of her rubbing me sent shivers through my body.
She wrapped her hand around my length, her hands were so soft. She moved up and down, slowly. Each pass sent a wave of pleasure through me.
She kept kissing my neck as she jerked me off, it felt good.
“God your cock feels good in my hands. So hard, so thick.” She whispered in my ear.
I groaned.
She moved off of my neck and repositioned herself. Her mouth hovering above the head of my cock. She winked at me and took it into her mouth.
Holy shit. Her mouth was so soft. She ran her tongue under my cock head, it felt so good. Her wet muscle encircled me, I stifled my moan.
She shot me a look and began bobbing her head. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft, each small movement sending waves of hot wet pleasure through my body.
She knew what she was doing, she expertly massaged my cock with her tongue while she sucked it down.
I placed a hand on the back of her head and guided her around my shaft. She popped off of me. She wrapped her hand around the shaft again, slowly jerking me off, using her spit as lube.
“God, you taste good.” She looked me in the eye. “Such a delicious cock, I’m glad I met you.”
I groaned, feeling my orgasm approach.
She must be felt it, she increased her speed. Jerking me off faster and faster.
She took the head in her mouth and rounded the head. God, it felt good.
“Fuck” I whispered. “I’m gonna…”
She redoubled her efforts, increasing her speed. I breathed hard and felt my cock explode.
It twitched, sending the first wave of my cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all greedily. Still jerking me off while she swallowed my load.
Once my cock started going soft she slowed down, still milking me.
When I was done she pulled off of my cock woth a satisfying pop.
“Delicious.” She said, licking her lips.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ozjrtt/mile_high_club_pt1
Definitely want more! So very hot! I would love to be Grant😁
Great story!