1 comments/ 28914 views/ 1 favorites Fly The Friendly Skies By: bbkradwell Well, Jeannie Kate left Sunday morning. Caught a flight for NY's JFK International and all points east. (FAR-East, actually!) But we had GREAT fun while she was here!!! It started out Early Friday morning (2:30 am) when she called from the airport! My heart started beating quicker, instantly, as I rushed out to my car, nearly breaking every speed record known to man, to get to the airport. (Luckily it was late, because I ran through two red lights!) Anyway, as soon as I got to the passenger pick-up area, I spotted her! Oh, my, gosh, was she hot. (It WAS 80 degrees out, after all!) She also looked absolutely delicious! As we threw her bags into my trunk, we hugged and kissed. Her lips tasted wonderful and her smell... Sheer Heaven! I could smell a faint odor of perfume mixed with her own natural scent. Both were intoxicating. Both made my cock as hard as a rock! Jack saw my rising discomfort and commented how she hoped I didn't live far from the airport. I drove even faster to get home and went through THREE red lights. We were naked before we closed the door to my apartment (I had worn no underwear under my shorts and she had removed her panties and 'hose in the car on the way.) We were all over each other before we made it down the hall to my bedroom. I reluctantly broke away from our kiss and stuck my finger in her slick vagina to see how wet she was. Her juices started seeping out immediately, drenching my finger with her fragrant essence. Instead of pulling my finger right out, I hooked my finger up into her vagina and led her into my bedroom. I told her that I was setting the tone for the weekend, that I would not be led around by my genitals but would, instead, be leading her by hers. She laughed and said that she was glad, "It's nice to finally meet a man who can keep my impulses at bay." "Oh no, sweetheart. I want you to act on ALL your impulses this weekend," I told her, with an evil grin on my face. "I intend to act upon mine." She gazed at me with a surprised but curious look on her face. I just smiled and led her to my bathroom to freshen herself up. After she washed all the gunk (make-up, dirt, sweat, etc.) off her face she slinked her sexy, nude body over to my bedside. "Mmmmmm, you look great, Jack," I exclaimed! "Shut up and kiss me," she said, mashing her lips into mine, sucking my tongue into her mouth as if it were my cock. My erection was painfully hard so I rolled over on top of my lovely stewardess and put the head of my dick into her sultry cunt and asked her if she was ready. "God, yes," she breathily uttered, thrusting her pelvis up, engulfing my prick as I hovered over her. I wanted to take my time so I eased back a bit. When she realized that I was pulling away from her, she resigned herself to my will. Knowing that she was now mine, I began to tease her by inching my hard-on into her, v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y. I stared into her eyes, wanting to see into her lovely soul as I pushed ever further into her body, trying to bury myself into her womanhood! Just then her eyes glassed over and I could tell that she was cumming! I quickly clamped my mouth down onto hers and tasted her breath in my mouth. [*Peppermint!*] I moaned in her mouth; a deep, low moan that I knew she'd feel reverberate in her breast. Her nipples hardened appropriately, stabbing into my chest. She moaned back at me as her orgasm subsided. I reached down between us and started furiously rubbing her clit, not wanting her climax to end so quickly. She reached another peak as I continued to diddle her, playing her like a virtuoso plays a violin. All the while I was stabbing into her cunt with my dick. Again and again and again she would cum then calm down. Cum then calm down. Cum then calm down. This drove her to the brink of insanity. It was driving me nuts, too, all this contracting of her vaginal walls, which were tight to begin with. Finally, after twenty minutes (good ol' Viagrow ) of this sheer torture, I knew I was going to cum! So did she. I pulled out of her box and she said, "No, don't pull out! I want to feel you cum in me, this time! Mel isn't here! I want your cum!" "You want it?" I said. "Beg for it. I want to hear you beg for my cum," I demanded. To punctuate my order, I squeezed her left nipple and thrust my cock into her pussy at a different angle, as hard as I could! This sent her into another deliciously long orgasm. I watched as she twitched and shuddered. Then I grabbed her thighs, under her knees, and pushed her knees up to her chest. This spread her delectable lower region even wider than before, giving me even deeper penetration than before! Thrusting my hard cock deeper into her juicy, sloppy pussy I again ordered her to beg for my cum! "Beg for it or I'll pull out, right now!" She just scrunched her eyes and clenched her jaw and shook her head until I made good on my threat and pulled my dick out of her cunt! The air conditioning in my apartment was blowing cold air on my sweaty back. When the cold air hit my hot cock it caused a slight shock to my brain. It must have done the same to Jack because she quickly opened her eyes in terror. Realizing that I was serious about her begging for it, she squealed for me to put it back in her! I denied her request, of course, saying, not until she begged me for it. She got disgusted with the whole situation and reached down to frig her own clit but I grabbed her hands away and pinned them behind her head and said, "No way, bitch! You don't get to cum again until I do! And I'm not cumming until you BEG me to fill your cunt! Get it?" I then twisted her nipple with my free hand, causing her to cry-out in pain. "Alright, alright! You win! Please put it back in me," she said, half-heartedly. "No," I said, "not until you say it like you mean it." To which she really started squirming in disgust. I looked down at her, in her frustration, and felt a real sense of power. It was a magnificent feeling, knowing that I had this lovely, young girl under my thumb, as it were… I positioned my hard dick so that it was rubbing across her distended clit. This really drove her crazy as I dragged my pecker back and forth across her love button, sending electric shocks into her nervous system. After every other pass, she would twitch a little bit more than the last time. It was funny and I delighted, again, in the power I had over my little stewardess, here, lying beneath me! I chuckled as I watched her writhe in pleasure. I can keep this up ALL night, sweet-cheeks!" I said to her. Just then I glanced at her watch and saw that we'd been fucking for an hour but before I could tell her she finally blurted, "Please, BB, please fuck me! I need you to make me cum! Please, for the love of God, cum in my cunt!!!" "That's all I wanted to hear, my love. Your wish is my command." I said, as I stroked my dick into her twat a few more times and blasted a load with such volume, it must have floated her eyeteeth! Jack just stroked my hair for the next five minutes, as our breathing returned to normal. I nuzzled on her neck, giving her a small hickey. I laughed as I told her how much I needed her body and how much I'd been looking forward to her visit for the past two weeks. She said that she needed it as much as I had. She'd gone without sex for three weeks, since we'd done it on the flight to Fiji. "Good lord, Jack, why?" I asked. "I've been so busy that I didn't miss it. Not until last week, when I called you. I called Melissa first, though. I wanted to ask her if it was OK to use her lover's body." "You're kidding," I said. "And what'd she say?" "Honestly? She said, 'Go for it!' And then she said that she envied me. She does want us to call her and tell her how it went." I told JK, after looking at her watch again, that she'd been in Tampa for two hours and asked what she wanted to do for the next day and a half. "I just need to sleep," she said. "Just hold me, for now. I want to feel you next to me when I wake up." An odd request, I thought but I guess she gets lonely flying around the world, never having anyone to hold onto. I felt very glad that I could provide a bit of comfort in this lovely girl's nomadic existence. I told her as she drifted off to sleep that my home is always open to her. "Just think of this, and me, as a safe port. A place you're always welcome." She nodded her head once and then drifted to sleep, right there, her head on my chest. I leaned over, turned off the lamp next to my bed and fell asleep with her. We woke up a few hours later, still in each other's arms. When she felt my morning erection, she went down on me, cleaning all our dried cum from the night before, off of my tumescence. She was very careful not to go TOO far, though, saying, "I want you in me again, 'Stud!'" She gave me a funny look and winked when she said, "Stud." I don't really know why, but that struck me as funny at the time. In any case, she climbed up on top of me and lowered her cum filled pussy down onto my stiff cock. Damn, that "Viagrow" works great! I'd just taken a fourth of a tablet and I was good to go for the whole day! Even after I've cum a few times, I can still usually get it up and keep it up for hours! It seemed that JK didn't want to waste another minute, by the urgency in her actions! She was getting very close to another thunderous climax as she called out my name! I gotta tell you, there is NOTHING like hearing a beautiful girl scream your name as she achieves orgasm. There is no better aphrodisiac than that! It just spurred me on to wanting to pleasure her until she begged me to stop! Now because I'm an older guy and have quite a bit more stamina than her last few boyfriends have had, I was going to make this round last a while longer than anything that Jack had been used to up 'til that point. "On top or on the bottom?" I asked. "Excuse me?" Jack said. "Do you wanna be on top of me or below me while I fuck you?" "I'm good on top, right now," she answered from above me, sliding back down my cock. I started pumping my hips upwards, into Jack's descending body, again trying to push my whole self into her soft pussy. After about ten minutes, she started cumming again. Her breathing became rapid and sporadic as her juices flowed out of her body drenching my balls, thighs and ass, as well as the bed beneath me! (Luckily, I'd remembered to put a latex mattress cover under the sheet when I made my bed, before Jack came. Otherwise, my mattress would STILL be wet.) As she was coming down from her orgasm, she asked me to fuck her doggie-style again. I remembered that she'd said that I was the first to love her like that, that night on the plane when we'd joined the Mile High club, together. I told her to get off me and get on her knees and I'd be back after I "tinkled." She just giggled as I ran into the bathroom to pee, my dick still rock hard. (It's that Viagrow stuff, man. I'm tellin' ya', get some.) On my way back to bed I grabbed a little tube of KY jelly from my medicine cabinet in my bathroom. I put it next to the bed, out of sight. I then told Jack to grab my cock and guide it into her pussy. I popped the head in easily enough and the rest of the shaft slid into her well-fucked cunt with little difficulty! As I began sliding my dick into her, her inner-muscles began to massage my shaft. It felt incredible, to say the least. "Hey, Jack. This is new! The last time I fucked you like this, on the airplane, you didn't do this." She looked back over her shoulder and said, between grunts, "Yeah, remember my friend Ling? She was *uhnn* that Chinese flight attendant that helped us get dressed after we *uhhn* fucked, that night." "Yeah, I remember her. What about her?" I asked. "Well, *nuhng* she's been coaching me. Teaching me some *nnnh* exercises. "Well, they're workin' for ya'! Keep it up!" I exclaimed, starting to feel my own orgasm building! I knew I wasn't long from cumming I reached over for the KY and squeezed a dollop onto my thumb and spread it around. I then popped it right into Jack's anus causing her to yelp in surprise! Her vagina started to spasm around my penis as I kept thrusting in and out of her! I moved my thumb in and out at the same time, causing my little "stew" to go into convulsions as her biggest orgasm overtook her, rocking Jack to her core! I couldn't have stopped my own orgasm if I'd wanted, at that point so I grunt that I was cumming and poured out all the semen I had left, deep into her cunt!!! A truly incredible orgasm! My dick shriveled down to its relaxed state where it would stay for the rest of the day. Jack and I went to see a movie (OK, we saw two movies) later that night, after having dinner at a nice place (OK, it was at Mom's place. My mom is still one of the best cooks in town.) Mom and Jack had fun gabbing well into the night! At about 3:00am we went to bed and slept 'til Jack had to get to the airport at 10:00 that morning. We did have time to get in a quicky, which was just fine. I told her that next time she visits, I'm going to take her out on the town before I ravage her body. She told me she'd like me to take her anal virginity, too (something Melissa had recommended she try.) I told Jack that I'm looking forward to it, with great enthusiasm! I hope to see my little Stewardess in another few months time. Until then, I have to call and thank Mel, profusely, for recommending me to our friend from the "Friendly Skies!" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ I realize that I finished part three, here, long before I finished part two and, for that, I'm sorry. The truth of the matter is that I've forgotten what happened in part two! I'm so embarrassed about it, too. It would've made for a great read. It had everything, including -- Political Intrigue, suspence, espionage all amid a backdrop of the exotic Orient!!! You'da' loved it, for sure! Oh, well. Maybe it'll all come back to me someday! Until then, my friend, as we say in Mexico, "Hasty banana!"* (*Or something like that!) ;-) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (c)BB Kradwell 2002(:-}D) Fly The Friendly Skies It must have been readily apparent to the pretty flight attendant what our intentions were. After all, we boarded the Southwest flight with our "A group " boarding passes, meaning we had first dibs to any seat we chose, and then headed instead to the very rear row on the plane. Liz was her name, our helpful customer service companion, a tall brunette with deep, piercing chocolate-brown eyes. I watched her as she watched you go down the aisle in your tight, swaying dress, and her eyes followed your desirable little butt as you passed her. It turned me on immeasurably when so many of the men had checked you out in the terminal, since you did look especially alluring in a sophisticatedly slutty kind of way this morning. However, it took my own excitement to an other-worldly level of arousal when I saw Liz's rather unabashed admiration for your outfit today, the form-fitting silk dress hugging your slender frame, high on the thigh and low in the front, with the obligatory CFM pumps, augmented by your just-fucked wild and curly look of your golden mane, made up just for me, by special request. You are such a stunning woman, Suzanne, and I'm proud that we have chosen each other as lovers, I don't think you realize that enough, so I'll be sure to remind you more frequently. This morning, as we boarded at the front of the line, you were looking like a supremely confident, sexual and aroused woman, almost like a debutante waiting for a cock to suck, a human stallion to ride and pump and urge to the finish line. Liz, no doubt, knew instinctively what our intentions were as we made our way down the aisle, playful smiles on our faces. Liz barely gave me a second glance as I shuffled past. She knew I was just the prop, your designated 'finger-fuckee' for the short flight. I'm using your own words now, memorialized below, written to me in an e-mail detailing your anticipation to our little two-day romantic getaway to the Blue Grass region of Kentucky, under the auspices of attending the Spring thoroughbred meet at Keeneland. In reality, though, we just wanted to fuck and lick and suck and explore away from our natural habitat, temporarily freed from the burdens of parenthood and the social mores of friends and neighbors. Oh, and we were determined to do all of this and more, mainly in public, to explore our mutual fantasies to expose and excite, to see what we could get way with without being thrown into Fayette County jail. * Good morning, cutie! You were up early! Couldn't you sleep in? Were you tossing and turning with desire to be alone with me and do all those oral tricks you so eloquently express? Mmmmmm.... I'll be your eager playmate, lover, perfectly feminine and respectable woman (in public - most of the time!) and little slut when alone behind closed doors the rest of the time...I look forward to seeing you soon. xoxoxo ( all over you, too, baby!) * We settled comfortably into our seats in the very last row, and fortunately, the flight was only about two-thirds full, so we were the only occupants in the last several rows of the plane. Only Liz would sit in her seat in the rear cabin, as it was customary positioning for flight attendants. Just prior to take-off, Liz leaned over our seats from the aisle, and for the first time I saw Liz's own long legs beneath her tight uniform. Nice. Her gaze settled on your exposed, milky thighs, your dress rising to beyond mid-thigh now. "You two look very cozy, is there anything we could get you to make sure you have maximum comfort?" Her tone was helpful, though provocative, her subtle double-entendre did not go unnoticed nor unappreciated. I took an extra peek at her name badge which was displayed on a promisingly taut chest. "Hi, Liz, I'm John and this is Suzanne," I introduced ourselves. Liz's eyes never left yours as she nodded pleasantly, her lips slightly parting in a knowing Cheshire-cat grin. My cock got hard as I again watched Liz's obvious enchantment of your wares. "Actually, might we bother you for a blanket?" Liz shook her head in mock sorrow, clucking her long tongue disappointingly as it snaked from her mouth. She peered towards the front of the plane as the other 'stewies' went through their pre-flight instructions, reminding any passengers who hadn't successfully navigated the intricate nuances of a seat belt in the last forty years how to strap themselves securely to their seat. "Uh, folks," Liz began slowly, the unmistakable hint of a southern accent oozing from her smoky lips. "Ah don't think that will be necessary, ah'll be your lookout, ah'll stand guard if you want to cuddle up and play." She winked as she returned to her rear seat as the plane taxied down the jetway. "But don't start without me. Ah like to watch. Ah'll be back, K?" Ten minutes later, the plane wasn't the only thing to have reached maximum altitude as you began to more fervently stroke my turgid manhood through my tan suit pants, my dick having risen in tandem with the ascent of the Boeing 737. Your self-described 'lips made for cock-sucking' danced over the sensitive nape of my neck, evoking goose bumps and a Pavlovian-dog involuntary response in my loins as the first drop of pre-cum dripped from my slit and eased onto the lap of my trousers. Yep, I was commando, I'd packed light for our trip. Just then, we heard Liz's voice over our shoulders. She was looking down at our brazen display. "Oopsie, looks like we have a spill," she said mournfully, her eyes drooping like a puppy dog's. She reached over my seatback and handed you a small gift as she uncurled her palm. "Here, Suzanne, darlin', maybe you can wipe him up with this." We both gazed open-jawed at the impromptu absorbent. It was the sheerest of ivory lace thong, curled up in a snug ball. You licked your lips and caressed the tiny lace garment between your fingers, and you squirmed in your seat and licked your own lips. "Thank you, Liz. But they are aleady quite wet. You must have had a spill yourself, maybe, hmmm?" Liz's eyes glazed over as if her thoughts were far away, but her eyes were riveted on your hand as you began to stroke my impossibly rigid cock with the thong. "Mmm, hmm," she cooed. "Ah get so clumsy sometimes, you just never know when you might hit a bump or somethin' on these flights. That's why it's always good to dress flexibly. Don't ya agree, Suzy?" She then disappeared back into her cabin for the refreshment cart, and I made use of the five minutes she was gone to raise your own hips and peel your own saturated thong from your hips. I handed Liz her own present when she made her way back down the aisle, and gestured with a nod of my head to your lap, which now revealed your gleaming, soaking, gloriously shaved pussy, pulsating between widely-spread legs as I gently and lovingly parted your labia with my ring and index fingers. The engorged hood of your pearl beneath your feminine oyster peeked curiously through the folds of your outer lips, inquiring as to the possibility of further release. Your right hand joined mine to meet in a digital tag-team match of your pussy, your finger lingering over the top of your sensitive and responsive clit, while your left hand tugged at my zipper and extracted my purple cockhead. "My, my, and ah thought there were to be no snacks on this flight, guess ah was wrong," Liz chortled soflty. "Why don't you take a sip of that big, ol' straw you got there, Suzy? Ah'll make sure you don't choke." With that, your head plunged down to take my throbbing shaft deep and urgently into your expert mouth, soft moans emitting from your throat as you swallowed and gulped and sucked. My own fingers plunged deeper into your own cunt as I felt your kegel muscles tighten and grip my intrusion. Liz slipped almost imperceptibly from the aisle into the small space next to the open seat, bent down slightly, and lifted the front of the hem of her uniform skirt, exposing a neatly-trimmed landing strip (how appropriate) of a pretty auburn bush. From your birds-eye view with your head buried in my crotch, sucking fervently, your tongue occasionally snaking down to my heavy balls begging for release, you watched as Liz grabbed the fingers of my left hand and shoved them between her own long legs. I'd never experienced the incredible excitement of having my hands buried within two hot, beautiful women's sopping cunts at the same time, so of course, my own arousal was quickly reaching a crescendo. The visual effect made your own throat tighten on my dick, and your muffled groans were stifled by my large flute pummeling your mouth, as I finger-fucked both your own and the horny flight attendant's bare cunts, tandem waterfalls cascading onto each of my hands, and Liz bent further to grab the back of your head and stuff it harder onto my cock. I extracted both of my hands from their respective love tunnels, and criss-crossed them into an "X", feeding you Liz's sweet nectar through the smallest of openings between my cock and your lips, and her taste sent you over the edge, your cunt exploding in orgasmic glee, as Liz greedily gobbled up your own luscious vaginal flavors as I stuck my juice-covered digits into her mouth. It was a trifecta that paid off generously with a three-way, photo finish, dead heat of cum. Both you and the lovely Liz exploded onto my fingers simultaneously, two gorgeous women's excitement excreting together in a mile-high, mini-orgy of spontaneity. I burst my own seed into your wet, hungry mouth, as you lapped like a kitten sloppily and unsuccessfully trying to keep the overflow from dripping down your chin. Liz cupped her hand tenderly onto your cum-covered chin, and scooped my milky residue from your face and brought it to her own lips, and then she knelt at the waist and kissed you deeply on your mouth, and you traded my cum as your tongues danced and swapped saliva and semen. Liz stood up abruptly as the 'bong' of the pilot's signal indicating approach into Louisville airport echoed through the cabin. She smoothed her skirt and smiled down on us, her almond eyes smoldering naughtily, as she wiped her cheek, stained with a drop of cum. "Oopsie. Again." She disappeared into the rear of the plane and we struggled to gather our breath and de-wrinkle our clothing. We heard her soft voice from behind us. "Prepare for landing." As we began to exit the plane a few moments later, Liz waggled her finger seductively at you and motioned with a nod of her head for you to join her behind the enclosure that shielded the rear area from view from the rest of the passengers. You and Liz engaged in a slow, sweet sensuous tongue dance as I looked on, enchanted, mesmerized by the incredibly erotic sight of two women who had just shared my cum prolonging and displaying their obvious attraction for each other, reluctant to part. Liz caressed your taut ass as you slowly ran your hand over her full breast, deftly loosening one button on her blouse to reveal her dark chocolate nipple, which you twirled between your thumb and forefinger. Liz released from your embrace, her eyes on fire with lust, her breath rapidly quickening, her face flushed with desire, and she looked at us wild-eyed. "Will you two be in Looh-uh-ville tomorrow night?" We were indeed. Only it was three of us who spent that evening together, not just two, an adventure for the ages. But that's another story. Isn't it? Fly the Friendly Skies I was beat. The plane had been delayed, the luggage lost and the boarding passengers rude and hoity. The trip was suppose to be a time for getting away, for forgetting about my present life for a little while and fly head first into a week of relaxation, fun and adventure. I had never left the kids and husband for longer than a weekend. I told my husband that one day, when the kids were up there in age, I would be the one leaving for awhile and would be pampering myself because nobody else would. He laughed then and said "sure hon, whatever makes ya happy". The time had come. He had taken all the hunting and fishing adventures with his cronies and NOW it was my turn. He look frazzled already when I left him as I boarded my plane. He could handle it, I knew. The softball and baseball game juggling act, the make-up piano lessons from this winter, the taking care ofs and out-laws, the cooking, picking up and lets not forget the sibling rivalry. AHhhhhhhh, Calgon take me away. I just grinned to myself as I took my seat and the airliner's door closed. I put my head back and let out a big breathe of air as the attendant told everyone about the oxygen masks, the floatation devices and we were off and heading into the deep blue yonder. Hallejujah, I'd made it out without a scrape on me! It was just beginning and I was more than ready. I had made my decision to vacation on a mountain top-high for this little time away; next time I would consider a little island in the sun possibly. The list was endless. This time I felt like country air, green green meadows and warm temperatures. I had decided to fly this time to my cousin's cabin in the Black Hills of South Dakota and I would reach my destination in approximately an hour, since I had just switched planes in Salt Lake City. "Are you from South Dakota?" I heard the gentleman ask me who had sat next to me just a few minutes earlier. "No", I replied as I lifted one eyelid that was already shut. My first reaction was, "do not bug me! I am free, I am free, I am free at last!!" But I peeked and since I love to visit and chat; I sat up and asked..."do people really admit they're from South Dakota?" I teased. "I do not know, do they?" he chuckled. "Kind of a smart-mouth, aren't you?" he shot back at me with a wink. This was going to be fun, I thought to myself. I like bantering back and forth with men and using my brain for comebacks, and I loved it when the guy could keep up with me and give as good as he got. That seemed rare in most men. "Moi?" I asked him, putting my hand to my chest in question. I had decided on wearing a daring low cut knit top and my favorite underwire bra that shoved my ample bodacious tata's into my chin practically. I was a grown, mature, curvaceous woman and was usually very modest. I am sure my husband questioned my attire today, but then again, it probably went right over his head at what I was wearing when I boarded the plane: a short skirt with sandals and no underwear today. I had thrown caution to the wind which seemed appropriate for flying and left my panties off. Who was going to know anyway? I had just shaved my snatch so my mons was smooth as a baby's behind and around the pussy lips and you could see the pink, seductive flesh as it gave way to my ever-wet slit. "Hi, I'm Sidda" I said as I reached out and shook his hand and in return I received one shockingly gorgeous smile as he shook mine. The smile had the warmth of the afternoon sun setting over the horizon. "I live in South Dakota, and I admit it" he mused as he shook my hand and I laughed slightly; flirtatiously I slugging him lightly on the bicep. "I am pleased to meet you Sidda. You can just call me Wade, as he held onto my hand a little longer than needed. "Nice to meet you 'just' Wade," I said as I jokingly asked for my hand back with a curious expression that crossed my face. I had let my skirt ride up a little more after I overly exaggerated trying to get my hand free of his. He did not miss a beat as his eyes shot straight to the upper part of my creamy white, exposed big girl thigh. I let him look, spreading my legs a little further, but not overly too much. Thinking to myself, "WHAT had gotten into me? I had not a clue; I did know that I could not stop it, come hell or high water. I was free, I was on my own and my mega need for this trip was surfacing, and a need for something more." He daringly moved a finger down to the hem of my skirt and flipped the hem slightly. His other fingers glazed my thigh as I placed my finger on top of his and pushed them both down. I felt his hand flatten on my thigh and rest in a slow-motioned subconscious caress of my fleshy thigh. I let him embrace me while he seemed lost in his own thoughts. Who was I to ask someone what the hell he doing cuddling my thigh, or to remove his hand from my creamy, in-need-of-caressing thigh? "You know Sidda, there are very few women out there with your stature and confidence and that do not let it bother them." I could not believe he was going "there". I looked at him and just let him carry out his thoughts that he obviously was having a hard time reciting to me. "I have always been attracted to large women and I hope this does not appear too forward of me?" I smiled willing to accept this initiation into the topic of my being a larger plus size woman. "No, not at all," I said, "I appreciate your compliment and I do not think it is too forward at all, I enjoy openness and honesty. "Your compliment makes me feel real warm and comfortable," I mused. Little did he know how warm I was feeling or for that matter, how long I had felt uncomfortable with my size. Nor how in my latter years I had matured enough to know that this is me; what you see is what you get. I had not noticed, but suddenly I became very aware of his hand caressing me more and more and my response was to slowly and willingly open my thighs a little bit more to his touch. He looked at me once for the word 'Stop', but it did not escape my lips; if anything my legs were welcoming him between their radiant vortex. "Wade, I know very well what you are doing and I am not going to tell you to stop, it feels too wonderful". "Good" was all he said as he inched my skirt up higher. His fingers were gliding up my thigh and tipping inwardly. It was driving me wildly to distraction as they inched their way up further and I did nothing to stop it. My flesh was on fire as I felt his fingertips dance seductively over my willing flesh as inner warmth spread its little digits of madness. Pretty soon, I felt his hot little fingertips graze my trimmed mons and he was straining just his tips to touch me at my core. This was foreplay in its finest hour. All I could think right then was how foreplay was highly underrated; both of us were so hot that nothing could have stopped us; except the flight attendant coming towards us. Throwing his jacket across our laps and turning slightly on his left side toward me, his hand did not move and was protected by the jacket. The flight attendant asked us our drink choices and left us with our little packet of peanuts as well. His fingers pressed me hard. He saw my eyes close partially in a daze of sexual torture. I moaned in a barely audible tone as his fingers found my bare pink pussy slit and they moved slightly, zeroing in immediately to my swollen clit again. HOW I wanted to shove his fingers inside of me, deep and then hump his hand. I chose to refrain, but barely, as I reflected how I knew nothing of this man whose fingers were caressing me!!! I could not really believe what was happening. I questioned; what were we, 40,000 feet above sea level? I had no clue as to the altitude a plane could fly. Here I was however, flying over Denver into western South Dakota; a stranger's fingers up my skirt; it defied most fantasies! He was, at this very second, seeking entry into my cream- filled pussy. GAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDD YES my insides screamed as I felt him touch my liquid silver! GAWDDDDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSS my bedroom eyes stated as I spread wider to give him full access. My heart was in my throat; a soft purr escaped my lips as I looked fully at him. He could see the flush as it rose from my heaving bare chest to my neck and to my cheeks. My face and body were on fire; I could not have stopped even if I had wanted to stop. I had never cheated on my husband. I had always believed it wrong and something one just did not do. However, I had it these past few years always doing for others and getting very little in return. My husband had become a workaholic and I had become a statistic; a statistic of a woman who wanted more and the husband did not. For years I had begged him to give me "more." I was a lustful wench of Viking descent and I needed a great deal more to be satisfied; A LOT MORE. He would just laugh and he simply told me that what he was has given, was all he had to give. I had begun dabbling on the net and had a great friend who would phone with me climaxing in my ear and tickling them with his words. He would give me what I needed emotionally through his verbal libido. Yet, physically, I still had to masturbate several times a week to relieve my need. I would finger fuck myself in the bathroom at work; I would rub hard against my jeans in the van while driving; I would phone my friend or he phone me as I laid naked on my bed at various times during the day with the phone cradled in my ear while I worked my vibrator between my creamy thighs. Many times I would shove the mic into my big girl box and let him hear the roar of the vibrator and my flowing honey and the sounds it all combined to make. I loved the feel of my big latex sheath covering the vibration mechanism. I loved the feel as my cunt ate the length, causing it to disappear. I could make myself cum like 4-5 times with it in a row, or I could take time and just play with my nob when I had the time in a day. I loved phone sex. I loved sex, period. I loved time with others as we played hard on the net. But as far as crossing the line, I had not done it. But I wanted sex, damn it! Suddenly I felt his fingers enter me. "Sidda, please believe me, but I have never done anything this forward in my life, but I find myself totally enthralled with you and everything about you." Your body is a fucking turn on Sidda...I want to see it. I want to feel it, I want all of it!" He was making me feel attractive, sexy, playful, horny with a fire that I had not felt for at least 20 years of marriage. Here it was happening aboard this airliner in a manner of minutes. I had felt trapped behind a facade where a wild, animalistic libido roared its head constantly, yet I maintained a cool exterior to my friends, family and public. There was no way in my community I could throw caution to the wind. I had to be so very careful and I felt that there was no one I could confide in. I felt trapped and so tired of looking at men and wanting more; just wishing it could go so much further. It was hell so many times to keep it hidden behind my girl-next-door persona. Sidda, take my lead and follow me in a few short minutes ok?" "Ok Wade." I managed to eek out. Soon he was up and out of his seat, his sport coat folded neatly over his arms in front of him. I laughed to myself thinking of what he was hiding. I wondered if the coat was sticking out too, much like the tent in his pants! Smiling, I could not believe it but I stood up and nonchalantly followed him to the section where the little restrooms were; one was occupied, the other was not, so I entered. He grabbed me and his arms flew around me and he began to kiss me. "I cannot believe I am doing this!" but he kept doing it as his tongue slowly began to dance around my upper and lower lips. My tongue sought his and soon we were fucking each other's mouths and our bodies locked together. I could not believe we both fit in that little room, but there was no mistaking that we definitely fit. I felt him help lift me partially up to the wash basin and he pushed my skirt clear up around my waist before I sat back. I moaned as I saw him staring, for what seemed like hours, appearing mesmerized by my shaved netherlands. I leaned back against the mirror as he sat upon the toilet. He turned slightly and released his hard cock out of the taut barrier as it screamed to be set free. He did not touch it; it stood erect, and hard like a steel shaft. It stuck out and I heard it crying for me to take care of it. He shoved my hand away. By doing that it was surely torture for him, but extreme torture for me. His hands began to caress my thighs as they kneaded my flesh as he pushed my thighs further apart. I moaned in a low audible tone as he immediately took a muff dive and I jumped in the surprise move. I was shocked, his hard little cock-tongue caressing my slit as it worked its way inside. I spread wider, I began to spasm and shake, as his tongue snaked further inside as he began to fuck me more vigorously. His finger came up and found my swollen bean with ease and he was amazed how hard it was and how, like a tiny "cock", it was when rock hard. When my fleshy skin was pushed back, the little love-button protruded outwardly begging to be manhandled and manhandle me, he did, as he worked me to a frenzy!!! I grabbed the bottom of my top and yanked it over my head and off. I then reached behind me freeing my hot globes of flesh. He hands shot up and began kneading one and then the other, pinching and pulling them into submission. In the few seconds that all this was taking place, I began to feel this tremendous tremor rack my body. His last tongue-circling-journey within my inner walls got the full load, as I splashed my amazing white creamy goo all over his mouth. He just lapped it up as my head fell back and he screamed chow-time. I could not believe the amazing rush and explosion that my body was feeling. My tits, my cunt, my mouth all had the full benefit of his attentions! Suddenly he pulled me off the basin and pulled me down on top of his red hot poker. Down I slipped with such ease that I wondered if he was really inside of me. But then, in a flash in the pan, or a cunt in this instance; he pulled my fleshy hips down further and hard. I took all of him screaming but he reached up suddenly and clasped a hand over my mouth holding back the sounds behind it. We were cramped too, those bathroom cubbyholes not big enough for sex! Muffled moans and groans were screamed into his palm as he drove hard into me. It was pounding me so hard that I felt a tinge of pain, but it was soon covered over with pure bliss of ecstasy. I took him all the way to the cervix and still he pulled me up and down on him. I was so slippery and wet that it drove him into wild animalistic passion as he fucked me harder and harder. Soon his twin boys were twitching and his throbbing member burst forth coating my inner walls. I could read his face as he concentrated so hard. His cum driving him mad as he began to spurt and spurt within me. I felt it oozing out of me and knew it was dripping down his cock to his balls and into the toilet; mine mixed with his. Suddenly we breathed deeply as our assault on the other ended and heard the pilot point out that we would be descending very soon into the Black Hills of South Dakota. Pulling it together I refused to wash up wanting his spunk dripping from my pussy to my thighs. I wish I had a way to remember this flight for years to come. Tucking his shirt in followed by his cock, he told me..."Sidda, I will stay in here for a few minutes, but you head back to your seat. But, I would smooth your skirt back down however and put your bra and shirt back on; you might draw attention," he teased. Working like a gem, we both went back to our seats. His hand rested on my thighs as we discussed the week ahead. We were going to try and make it work. What a vacation this had started out to be. I would for many years to come remember and appreciate this airliner's motto... "Come Fly the Friendly Skies".