Fucking on airplane

 

It was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in Brisbane
for the long journey home to Boston. This was the end of a month-long
campervan vacation in Australia, and I, for one, was overjoyed to be
heading back to some normalcy. For an entire month my wife Anne (I
call her “the queen”) had avoided sex in the campervan, or anywhere
else for that matter, since “the chi—- are nearby.” – The irony of
her way of thinking will be evident shortly.

Actually, she is not very interested in sex anytime, since she
was taught by her mother that sex was “dirty.” The only time she ever
saw her parents making love, they were fully clothed (hike up the
skirt, dear – I’ll just quickly unzip.) Sometimes I wonder how we
ever ended up with three studs; one is grown and on her own, the
two boys (Ralph, 17 and Trevor, 14) were with us on holiday. Because I
travel regularly, I have opportunity for other sexual outlets during
the year, but four plus weeks within close quarters with a demanding
uptight woman does not give you much opportunity to develop
alternatives.

I had some first class upgrade coupons, but at check-in time
was told there was only one seat available. Anne immediately
volunteered because of her “potential for a bad back,” and was seated
in 3A. The boys and I were given 21K/L and 22L. This was aisle and
window seating in the 2-5-2 configuration, and the last two rows in
the second section. I took the single seat, and let Ralph and Trevor
sit together for the first ten-hour segment of the flight.

An attractive woman dressed in a loose sweater and very tight
blue jeans took the seat next to me. I could see that Ralph was
uncomfortable and maybe even a little jealous, since he kept turning
around to talk to me, but she was too old (29 to be interested in him.
She introduced herself as Christine, “You can call me Chrissy.” She
was about five foot eight, light brown (almost blond) long hair, a
nice ass – firm and high, breasts with an impact even through her
shapeless sweater, and obviously in good physical condition.

Chrissy was headed for Miami to pick up her belongings from a
recent divorce; she and her husband had been working together on
private yachts for eight years, and he had developed a cocaine habit.
When he would not seek help to end his drug addiction, and more
immediately after a close call with customs in Australia last year,
she decided then and there to split from him, filed for divorce,
stayed in Brisbane, and had just been notified the divorce was final.
In the meantime, she had met another guy she wanted to stay with, and
was going to Miami to settle up the property and return to her new
lover. This I discovered during dinner conversation and over a few
shared glasses of wine. Looking into my eyes, she confided she was
“now free and ready for some excitement.”

The movie started, the flight attendants went around the cabin
to lower all the shades, and Chrissy said, “I’d rather talk, if it’s
OK with you; this movie is terrible.” I had also seen the movie and
agreed. We spent the next two hours getting to know each other better.
Chrissy at one point said, “You have terrific eyes, I get really
turned on by eyes.” We talked about the kids, and when she asked if I
was married and learned about Anne in the front cabin, she thought it
displayed selfish behavior and then never mentioned my marital status
again.

By now, the boys had fallen asleep, and just before the end of
the movie, Chrissy excused herself for a few minutes, reached into the
overhead bin for her carry-on (stretched long enough to get my mind
focused on her hips and legs in those wonderful tight jeans,) and
headed to the lavatory in the back. When she returned, she was wearing
loose-fitting sweatpants, and when she asked if I minded if she lifted
the arm dividing the seats, I replied “Of course not!” By now I had an
idea of what she had in mind, because she had confided during the
movie that one of her greatest turn-ons was the risk of discovery
while having sex. “My husband was not a great lover, but in the close
confines of the boat it was always exciting to fuck without anyone
nearby knowing about it; I had more orgasms from fucking near other
people than from the sex act itself.” As she shared this with me, she
was already visibly breathing more quickly.

Chrissy and I arranged the blankets over both of us, now no
longer separated, and curled up like spoons in the otherwise crowded
seats. I started to give her a back rub, slowly working over her
muscles by now cramped from the first five hours of the flight. She
purred quietly, and after a while squirmed her shapely ass on the
seat, pushing it back into my growing erection. With both hands I
reached around under her loose sweater, and fondled her globes, her
nipples growing firmer under my gentle stroking.

Chrissy reached back and with one hand released my belt, then
unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants. I whispered in her ear, “How do you
do that? I can’t even do that with one hand, and they’re my pants.”
She laughed, and said, “Years of practice; don’t worry, it gets
better.” My hard-on sprang out of my tight bikini briefs as she pulled
the waistband forward, and she whispered, “I’m glad you’re not wearing
boxer shorts, I can’t stand them.”

Chrissy began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing with its
own lubrication. She used the pre-come to help rotate her fingers
gently around the head, stroking it with ever firmer pressure. I
withdrew my hands from under her sweater to push my pants down
further, allowing me to slip the briefs down below my swollen balls,
which she now explored with her questing hand. Lubricating her fingers
even more with her saliva, she alternately rubbed my balls and
massaged the head of my dick.

My hands were now free, and I hungrily reached forward for her
erect nipples, shortly afterward sliding my right hand down her belly
and slipping it under the waistband of her sweatpants. She was wearing
no panties underneath, and the inside of the cotton sweats was already
wet with her juices. As I stroked her mound, her lubrication welcomed
my fingers into her warm wet cunt. Rubbing the juices on my fingers, I
began to circle her clit and then used my fingers to stroke in and out
of her pussy while my thumb pushed against her swollen clit. She was
breathing harder now, and could not stop moving her ass around on the
seat, first bucking her soaking cunt against my right hand, then
pushing her ass back against my cock through the sweatpants.

Just then, the stewardess came down the aisle, paused
noticeably as she came up to our row, glared at me (me? why me? there
are two of us here, you know!), almost said something, then apparently
decided that since we were bothering nobody else, she would keep
moving. Thank God! While we were both close to fully clothed at that
time, there was little chance she could do anything legally
disastrous, but who needs the embarrassment, or the hassle from the
kids for that matter.

As the stewardess left, Chrissy whispered. “She knows exactly
what we are doing, and she’s jealous! Now I want to have your prick
inside me. I’ll keep quiet, but I need you to fuck me now.” With this,
she lifted her ass off the seat and slid her sweats down below her
knees, then separated her legs slightly and moved back so I could
slide into her dripping pussy from behind. I moved slowly in and out
as she purred and pushed back onto my cock quietly so we would not
wake our neighbors.

At the same time, I reached back around to stroke her clitoris
easily but steadily. The appearance of the stewardess had startled me,
and most of the urgency for release that had built up from her
stroking my hard-on had subsided, so it was a nice, long, easy fuck,
punctuated by her spasming in orgasm three times before my cock
pressure built up to the point of no return. I came with the most
excruciating pleasure I had felt in my life (actually for the last
month, but you know how easy it is to lose perspective at the moment.)
I felt like I unleashed at least a pint of come into her already
dripping cunt. I sighed, and whispered’ “Chrissy, it must have been
heaven that sent you to this seat. You don’t know how much I needed
that.”

She then turned around in the seat to sit normally, and kissed
me for the first time. “I needed it just as much as you did; you’re a
terrific fuck, but on top of that it’s the danger that makes me come
so much. Thanks for being here, I dreamed that I’d be fucked silly on
this trip. As we kissed, I told her about my favorite turn-on. “What I
like best is eating pussy, but there is no room here for that. Would
you like to go to the back of the plane with me?”

“What do you mean? In the lavatory?” she asked.

“Yes. If we are reasonably cautious we can get in there
without causing an uproar,” I replied.

“I’ve never done that before,” Chrissy explained.

“There’s a first time for everything,” I said, and moved to
pull up my pants and buckle my belt. She thought about it for a
minute, and then said, “why not, let’s try it!” She drew up the
sweatpants and tied the drawstring (I hadn’t noticed there was one
before – must not have been tied.) Then she got up and headed for the
back of the plane, with me following directly behind.

She entered the first lavatory, which was vacant (good thing
the flight was long, and everybody was still asleep.) I slipped right
in behind her before the flight attendants noticed we were even there.
As I closed the door, she turned and we started to kiss passionately.
She broke for a quick query, “how do you do anything in this little
space?” As I untied the drawstring on her sweatpants, I said, “Just
lift up and sit on the sink, and let me taste your cunt.”

Chrissy lifted, spread her legs, and I could see her cunt lips
were still swollen from her last orgasm. I gently tongued her outer
lips, occasionally swiveling my head to nip the insides of her thighs,
but always returning to circle her clit, and as it swelled up, suck on
it gently. There was no end to the wetness; her own lubrication,
supplemented by the enormous load of come I had left in her pussy,
dripped down both sides of my chin onto the stainless steel sink
surface and trailed down her thighs.

After tonguing her into a few more orgasms, I realized how
hard I was getting again, and finally stood up, sliding her ass
slightly off the surface, and drove my cock into her again while we
exchanged extremely wet but tasty kisses, flavored by both of our
juices. Such a short time after the last fuck, and she was sooo wet;
this time it lasted at least twenty minutes, both of us sighing and
savoring the overwhelming sensations coursing through our bodies.
Finally, after a slow buildup that I never wanted to end, I came
again, not as much this time, but she sensed it and started bucking
hard just at the same moment. The pleasure was so intense it was
almost painful.

The light came on to return to the cabin, and after a few
minutes we were able to adjust ourselves to some degree of
presentability to return to our seats. Just as we opened the door, the
same stewardess was looking right into my eyes. She said angrily,
“Please return to your seats and stay there. We have some turbulence
and the captain has turned on the seat belt sign.” I couldn’t help but
think that maybe we were the cause of the turbulence, but then that’s
just my imagination running away with me again.

As we settled in to the seats, Chrissy pushed the seat divider
down, saying, “I think everyone is waking up, let’s not embarrass your
boys.” The breakfast service was beginning, the cabin lights were
turned on, and we were again two strangers who happened to be sitting
next to each other on the plane. The secret of our mile-high
lovemaking was secure.

We exchanged addresses, but with her in Brisbane and me in
Boston it’s not likely we’ll ever meet again. Both of us promised to
use caution in contacting each other should the opportunity arise, so
our current SO would not be disturbed, but also promised to get
together if possible again.

I said goodbye to Chrissy at the seat, and went forward with
the unsuspecting boys to deplane.

As we got to the end of the ramp in the terminal, I asked
Anne, “How was your flight?”

“Great,” she replied, “one of the most relaxing ever.”

“Me too!”