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It is a relatively small plane. I am one of the last to board, and I make
my way to my assigned seat in the last row. There is someone in the aisle
seat already; he stands so that I can reach my seat. As I try to move
past him my bag catches on the seat in front of him and I lose my balance
... his hands automatically reach to steady me, and for a moment my body
is pressed to his. I look up, flustered, to see him smiling down at me.
What a nice smile ... and those eyes ... piercing blue ... so intense ...
I feel the heat rise in my face and in my body.

I regain my composure and get myself settled. I always have trouble with
these seat belts ... I struggle for a moment until his hands cover mine,
directing them, helping me close it. His face is very close to mine now
... so close that I can feel his breath on my cheek. When the belt is
fastened he raises his eyes to mine and holds my gaze ... only a few
seconds, but in that short span of time I see something there ...
something smoldering just below the surface. I thank him, entranced by
those eyes; he replies ... my pleasure .. and sits back up. There is a
newspaper on his lap, but he doesn't return to it; instead he studies me
unabashedly. I pretend not to notice, straightening my skirt, pulling a
magazine out, finally giving up and meeting his stare. He laughs,
introduces himself and offers his hand. As I take it, a jolt of
electricity runs through my body. What is happening here? I have never
had such an immediate physical reaction to a man. He is telling me he is
from New York City, is returning home from a business trip, telling me
details of his life. I try to pay attention to his words, but my mind
wanders as I notice his lips and find myself wondering how they would feel
on my skin.

The plane moves down the runway ... lumbering to a start ... speeding up
... he opens his newspaper and I my magazine. He relaxes and his leg
falls to the side until it rests against mine. Again that feeling of
electricity ... his warmth spreads to me. I can feel myself growing wet,
and I squirm a bit in my seat. How silly I am behaving ... like a
schoolgirl. I try to read the small words on the page in front of me, but
all I am aware of is that leg. I could move mine ... but I don't. The
plane is moving faster now ... faster ... suddenly we are airborne and the
ground is moving further and further away. That feeling exhilarates me --
the lifting into the air ... the amazement that we are actually flying.

He seems engrossed in his newspaper now, and the cabin is dark. After
turning off my reading light and putting my magazine away, I lean back and
close my eyes. The chattering has quieted, and I feel myself relaxing,
starting to drift off, still aware of the leg touching mine but becoming
used to it. Drifting off to that place halfway between sleep and awake
... the voice in my mind quieting itself ... fuzzy images floating by ....
then I become aware of the hand that has lifted my skirt and is
delicately, almost imperceptibly, caressing my knee. I remain as I am,
eyes closed, trying to determine if this is real or if I have begun to
dream. The tips of the fingers are moving up my thigh, slowly moving in
small circles. This is definitely not a dream -- I open my eyes ... he is
still absorbed in his newspaper, seemingly unaware that his hand has taken
on a life of its own. It inches up my thigh, and now my heart is pounding
and my breathing is becoming more rapid. I should stop him ... who is
this man? ... what is he doing? ... but ... it feels so good ... my skin
is afire everywhere he touches me, as if each nerve ending has been
awakened, and my clit is throbbing, aching for his touch. He moves closer
and closer, pushing the fabric of my skirt up as he goes. I let my legs
fall open for him, and finally he looks at me. He doesn't speak ... just
moves the fingers as he looks into my eyes. I gasp as they reach the hair
of my pussy. A pleased smile crosses his lips as he realizes I have no
panties on. The fingers move through the soft hair, combing ... pulling
... feeling the wetness that has spread to it. I bite my lower lip to
keep from moaning.

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He looks away and I follow his glance. The flight attendant has almost
reached us with her little cart. I am exposed now ... he has pushed the
skirt up to my waist. I start to pull it down but he stops me with a
look. She keeps moving forward ...she's serving the people two rows ahead
of us. He dips a fingertip into my wetness and I draw in my breath. I am
moving against his finger now, anxious for it to be inside me, the flight
attendant forgotten. Finally he slides it in and at that moment I hear
her voice ... she is leaning over him, offering me peanuts. "No, thank
you", I stammer, and then she looks down, sees my exposed cunt. Her eyes
widen but she says nothing ... I wonder if she sees things like this all
the time. "Nothing to drink either, thank you" I manage to gasp ...
wishing she would just go away. He is pushing his finger in deeper as he
responds to her. At last she moves back up the aisle, and he laughs at my
discomfiture. "Just relax," he says quietly, "close your eyes and enjoy."
I do as he says, and now his ring finger has joined his middle finger,
pushing into me ... pulling out .... moving around inside me ... pushing
against the walls of my pussy ... establishing a rhythm. I match his
rhythm, pushing forward to meet his fingers, sighing each time he fills
me.

His other hand is opening my blouse ... stroking my skin as he exposes it.
He unhooks the bra easily and my breasts spring free, nipples already
hard and tight. "What a beautiful little slut you are, my dear" he
whispers. I keep my eyes closed, lost in the pleasure his fingers bring
me. He moves them from my cunt to my right breast ... they are so wet
with my juices. He takes the nipple between them ... pulling at it ...
rubbing ... then squeezing. I stifle my moans. Without warning his warm,
wet mouth is on my left nipple, sucking it in, closing his teeth gently on
it. I can't keep quiet now ... my breathing is quite rapid and soft, low
moans escape my mouth. He bites down harder and I have to press my lips
together to keep from crying out. Then his fingers are back in my cunt
... pushing in hard now ... fucking me ... as his thumb presses my clit.
I am writhing beneath him, pushing up toward him ... his thumb rubs ...
presses ... massages my swollen clitoris as his mouth works on my nipple
... sucking ... biting ... licking. The climax is rising and I grind my
clit against his thumb as his fingers fuck me harder and faster. My hands
grip the arm rests tightly and I move closer ... closer ... the edge ...
right on the edge ... he bites down hard and with his teeth clamped on my
tender, aching nipple I go over ... shaking ... trembling ... falling
..... tasting the blood on my lip as I repress the scream.

His fingers slow their movement until they rest inside me, and I am still.
"Very nice, my dear." He slides the fingers out and raises them to my
lips .... "Clean them." I suck them, lick them, tasting my own sweet
nectar on him. He removes them and guides my right hand to his crotch.
His erection strains at his slacks, and he leads me to the zipper, guiding
each movement, until I have opened his slacks and freed his cock from his
briefs. What timing the flight attendant has -- she is back, collecting
the trash. She looks a little more shocked this time. My skirt is
halfway down my thighs but my blouse is open, and my hand is stroking him.
But again she says nothing, only smiles to herself and retreats. His
prick is gorgeous - I can't keep my eyes off it as I stroke it tenderly,
feeling the silky skin move beneath my hand, running my thumb over the
head, spreading the pre-cum.

"Kneel in the floor." There's not much room, but I manage it, positioning
myself in the floor in front of him. He tangles his left hand in my hair
and pushes my head down firmly ... "Take it in, sweet slut, and suck it
well." I take him into my mouth eagerly ... wrapping my lips around him,
my tongue playing across the head, tasting him, tracing the slit, sucking
the head. He forces my head down further ... I move my tongue on him ...
sucking him greedily ... reveling in the taste and smell and feel of him.
His hand guides my head up and down on him ... impelling me into a rhythm
... as his hips thrust up to meet me. His prick fills my mouth, sliding
over my lips, my tongue, pushes against the back of my throat, making me
gag. I struggle to take him in deeper ... deeper ... sucking harder ...
opening my throat to him ... fucking him with my mouth. He leads one of
my hands to his cum-filled balls ... I caress them tenderly... massaging
... cupping them in my warm hand. Both hands are on my head now, keeping
my mouth on him as the rhythm becomes more frantic ... as he reaches the
edge. His cock jerks in my mouth ... once ... twice ... his hands tighten
in my hair as he empties his seed into me, pumping the creamy cum into my
throat. I try to swallow but can feel some escape my lips, dribbling down
my chin, down his cock. His hands relax and his breathing slows, and he
lifts my head from him. Smiling down at me, he takes one finger and wipes
the cum from my chin. "Wonderful, luv ... you did well." I beam up at
him, happy that he is pleased. "Now get off the floor; we'll be landing
soon."

I return to my seat and we restore our clothing to its original state.
The seatbelt sign is lit, and we begin our descent. I check my hair and
makeup, tidy up as best I can, and gather my things. I will change planes
here in Charlotte, while he continues to New York. We are silent as the
plane lands and slows, finally coming to rest at the terminal. He stands
to let me pass, and I step into the aisle and start forward. He stops me,
taking my arm and turning me toward him again. His hand caresses my cheek
for a moment, then he lifts my face to his for a gentle, lingering kiss.
"Thank you for a lovely flight, sweet one." he says before he releases me.
"It was my pleasure ... my pleasure indeed, Sir." I return his smile
before making my way up the aisle. As I reach the front, I turn back for
one last glimpse, but he is already seated again, eyes closed. I sigh
deeply, knowing I will never see this beautiful, mysterious man again.
The flight attendant brings me back to reality; with a gleam in her eye
she tells me she hopes I enjoyed my flight. "Oh yes," I reply, smiling,
"it was undoubtedly a flight I will never forget."