Classic Mile High Club Story?

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Classic Mile High Club Story?I am sitting on the plane and thinking about you and I on the whale-watching trip and how your hands are almost as good for me as your cock. I’m thinking about how you drove me completely wild and it took everything I had to maintain some semblance of dignity and self-control with all those people around us. I love how when you touch me my skin feels like its on fire (tingling heat) and how it sends surges of heat through my body to my pussy, making it dribble onto my inner thigh. I want that now. I want you here, sitting in the middle seat while I lean against the window, and you slide your hand under my blanket to my hips, then across my tummy to my inner thigh, moving between them and over to where the heat radiates between them pressing through my clothes and massaging my little puffy mound … rubbing it, pinching it, slowly feeling it get hotter and hotter in your hands … feeling the juices from my pussy soak through my pants, since you know I don’t wear panties …I have my face toward the wall of the plane and you are essentially spooning me as we lift the arm rest between us, We are headed to Vietnam from Hawaii, or maybe from Korea and going to spend a week exploring and hiking … both of us are eager to explore but for now the adventure konya escort is what can we get away with while the guy in the seat next to you is uninterrupted and oblivious. The guy next to you falls asleep and you take that as your queue to move your hands inside my pants. I am faking sleep but we both know that I am very much awake … it’s the only reasonable facade being on an airplane … So you slide your hand down toward my tight, hot, wet, pussy and feeling the warm moist edge, you slide your middle finger inside to feel the tightness closing around your finger, making your cock rigid as you touch me. The amount of juices waiting for you makes you moan and breathe into my ear and whisper “fuck I want you Miss,” to which I smile and quietly moan.You slowly move your finger in and out of my pussy and start to finger-fuck me at the pace that you imagine you would fuck me with your cock. Slow at first … sliding as deep as you can inside me, waiting for my body to respond … then faster, sometimes circling the edge and sometimes teasing my G-Spot at the edge, feeling me breath become shallow …It doesn’t take long for me to cum and you feel it pour onto your fingers. You make me cum like this two or three more times, but by the third time, if we were being watched, escort konya it would be evident that I am not asleep anymore as I buck my hips like I am fucking you each time you bring me to the peak.“I need to fuck you Miss. I can’t take much more of this,” you groan into my ear. I motion that I need to get up to use the restroom so you tap the sleeping passenger who begrudgingly gets up to let us out of our seats.I say to our row-mate “I’m going to be a minute Sir so you may want to sit back down” as I move away from you and non-chalantly push the flight-attendant call light. The temptation to take you by the hand and lead you to the back of the plane is strong and overwhelming but I don’t do it. Instead you instinctively know to follow me and stand in the back galley with me to “stretch.” The flight attendants move to do service throughout the cabin and as I look down the aisle, I see one moving to our seats to see nobody is there. At the galley it is empty now and as someone leaves the toilet, I jump inside quickly and you follow me.The two of us can barely fit in the small space but I close the lid, slide my pants down my hips, and just below my ass so that my ass is exposed to you and then I kneel on the seat-lid with my chest against the wall. Without konya escort bayan hesitation, you pull out your rock-hard cock from between the zipper of your jeans and slide a little bit at a time into this tight wet pussy that you know is completely yours. The tightness is too much for you and I can feel your cock swell almost right away and fill me, pushing against the inside of me. You pull out of me as you feel yourself get ready to cum, knowing that I haven’t, but can’t help it and push into me again and release that hot, overwhelming load inside me. You know I didn’t cum –that I was on the edge before you pulled out – and you surprise me after you pull out and thrust your fingers inside me again. The strength of two of your fingers mixed with your hot cum thrusting hard inside me over and over makes me cum and your cum and my cum dribbles down your fingers into the palm of your hand. You turn your palm to me after you pull out and I can smell “you” and “me” on your skin … I lick your skin and taste “us” and it is intoxicating … so I lick as much as I can and wash your hands in in that tiny space and the inadequate sink. I dry your hands and whisper to you “go out and I will stay here for a minute” and you do just that.Once I compose myself, I leave the restroom and am looked at with complete disdain by a mother and her screaming toddler and am reminded how glad I am that I didn’t go through any of that mothering grief.When I get back to our seats, there you are asleep against the window.

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