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He Got To The Airport Late

By: Stephen7Redo



Ron got to the airport late but was glad to see he was not the only one as at least four others were rushing to the check-in counter. The ticket agents must have been in an exceptionally good mood today as they escorted their small group through the airport straight to the waiting plane. The very pleasant fight attendant then showed him to his seat. As he took off his coat, he looked around. Although it had a small cabin, he was pleased to find that only a few people were on-board. It would be a nice quiet late night flight. 

No one sat on the other side of the aisle. Until…

A woman walked in just before the doors closed. She strode up the aisle and took the window seat across from his. As the latecomer got situated, Ron did an innocent double take in looking her way. She was an attractive blonde. He watched as she laid her small brief case on the seat and proceeded to take her coat off. She was smartly dressed in a pressed gray skirt and matching jacket. The smart but nearly plain business attire looked good on her. He could not help peering over the aircraft emergency card he had in his hands to catch a glimpse of her long, very long, legs. Moreover, although not large, her breasts thrust out through her white silk blouse as she stretched back to remove her coat. She leaned over and laid it on the seat next to her.

Then suddenly eyes turned and met his stare.

Ron’s eyes locked to hers before he realized. He lowered the card from his face and gave her a warm smile. 

She smiled back before taking her seat.

He couldn’t believe what he had just Rone. He felt extreme guilt for his brief lust-filled thoughts. He imperceptibly shook his head and reached for the airline magazine.

Moments after takeoff, Ron looked over to his stranger and saw her lift the small briefcase into her lap. She opened it and rummaged through some papers. She pulled out a legal pad and sat the briefcase back on the seat next to her. He couldn’t help but gaze over at her as she sat and furiously wrote notes on the pad. Even her fingers were so long and sexy. He thought of how they must look typing away on a keyboard. That evoked the very fond memories of being in the chat room at Literotica. His favorite lady friend on the other end…**Shar**. He always pictured her fingers gliding across her keyboard as they chatted long into the night.

Ron sighed at the sweet memory. It had been several days. His laptop was not working so on this trip he had not been able to chat with her alone from his hotel room. It had been nearly two weeks since they last chatted. They had ‘graduated’ to calling one another on the phone, but they had only been able to catch up with one another once during his trip and that was early last week.  

After awhile his sexy stranger put all her papers and her pad back into the briefcase. As Ron watched, she stood and stretched to put it away in the overhead storage bin. She stretched so far she pulled the tail of her blouse out of one side of her skirt. Before she sat down, she tucked it back in by smoothing her hand and the blouse back into her skirt. 

"Well, that's enough work for one day," she whispered to herself as she sat back down. 

"My thoughts exactly," Ron replied from across the aisle. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The blonde stranger turned startled. She caught Ron watching her and smiled at him.

“No, no, that’s okay I wasn’t resting. I probably will here soon, it has been a long day. And you are right that was enough for one day.”

“Always deadlines.” She said as she took her seat and buckled back in. “I think I’ll take a nap myself.”

With that, she fluffed up her tiny airline pillow, reclined the seat back and turned toward her window.

Ron felt drowsy now, too. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop thinking about this woman. She obviously radiated something sensual, which would arouse most men’s thoughts. Only, now thinking of the translucent blue eyes he had just connected with, he realized it was more than a feeling of lust. At least it was not a lust only for this blonde stranger. He daydreamed about another pair of beautiful eyes he had never actually set his eyes upon, luscious and blue. He settled back in the soft upholstery, closed his eyes…and thought about Terri. He had met her last summer, just a few months back. Actually, he had never really ‘met’ her. He and Terri ‘met’ on a chat line. An erotic sex chat line, called ‘Literotica’. They had become friends before they had become what they call ‘cyber-lovers’. They had hit it off from the very beginning. Ron travels a lot and one night Terri called him at his hotel. That began their phone-sex liaisons. From there it had become a weekly routine for him to call her early in the morning, to rouse her, to arouse them both. He enjoyed talking to her, her voice was so calming, so sensual, and oh yes so stimulating. It has been too long since he had talked to now. The sound of her voice had been as reassuring to him in his busy life as it was extremely capable of making him aroused at the very first syllable. Her voice had always Rone that to him from that first night in his hotel, as he lay under the sheets, naked, listening to her talk to him. He knew he could not go long without hearing her voice again. He hoped to call her a couple days after he got back home. That voice was so familiar to him…in fact…  

He suddenly opened his eyes just as they hit a pocket of turbulence. He stared over at his stranger as she sat in her seat across the aisle. He found her acting very nervous and fidgety. She caught his gaze. 

“Oh, I’ve not flown that much before. Ron’t deal with bumpy rides very well.” She rambled. 

“What?” Ron sat up in his seat. 

“I’m just a nervous wreck.” She said just before a severe bump of the plane occurred. “Oh, my God!” The woman shrieked. The seat belt signs came on as she gripped the armrests. 

“Ladies and gentleman, this is the Captain again, looks as if we’ll have a short stint of bumpy air. Please stay in your seats with those belts buckled. We’ll get through it as quickly as we possibly can. Thank you.” 

“It’s just a few bumps. Nothing to worry about.” Ron looked over at the woman. 

“I suppose. But it sure is nerve wracking.”

He knew that voice! He looked at the blonde hair, the blue eyes…the long legs extending out from under that smoothed skirt. 

“Terri?” 

“Ron?” Her look was one of astonishment. “You…is it you?”

“Yes.” Ron just stared at her face. “Yes it is.” His voice cracked when he realized the woman he was addressing was his cyber-friend/lover. His eyes widened. “How, - where, what are you doing here?”

Just then, another sudden jolt of turbulence hit.

“Oh my God!” Terri called out.

Ron then remembered her ‘omg’s she always typed on the chat line. He smiled broadly at that thought then and now. The intense sensations of their chats and phone conversations came flooding into his mind and body. 

“May I come over there?” Ron asked, seeing her grip the armrest.

“Oh, please. Yes do.” Terri nervously smiled at him. 

Ron got up and moved to the aisle seat next to her. He buckled himself in, just before another jolt.

Terri immediately leaned against his shoulder and unconsciously grabbed his arm. 

Just naturally, Ron felt the need to put his arm around her shoulders. Terri snuggled closer, visibly more relaxed now. He slipped his hand down slightly from her hair to stroke her neck. He looked at her face and his fingers played with her ear lobe. 

“I haven’t talked to you in almost two weeks. When and, well, how did you get here?” Ron said as he looked again upon the face he had only fantasized about all these months.

“Actually, I was just passing through. My flights changed twice. They got me on this one at the last minute, so I can get another hop back home.” 

“I’m glad…” Ron whispered, his honest emotions coming out. “I mean, I’m not glad you got bumped twice, but that by some fate, we finally get to meet one another…in person.”

“I’m very glad too.” Terri smiled at him.

“I really feel like we’ve known one another for so long. I thought if this day ever came I’d be nervous as all hell.” He caressed the back of her hand. Then looked at her hair; the blonde hair. The he remembered the blonde ponytail she teased him about all the time. “But I’m not. I’m actually so comfortable right now.”

Another bump of the airplane.

Terri gripped his arm tighter. Then she settled into him more. “I’m just so glad to finally meet you for real.” 

The flight attendant chose that moment to dim the lights. 

Ron was dumbfounded by the presence of his friend, his fantasy. He was also becoming very distracted by the feel of his cyber-lover’s breath on his neck. His hands moved unconsciously in the semi-darkness until he found himself caressing Terri’s arm, who until a few minutes earlier he had thought had been a total half a country away. This was too good to be true! 

The noticeable signs his manual efforts were stirring in his lovely friend made him believe it truly was real. Terri’s face looked flushed, her eyes were soft and her pupils dilated. Her lovely blue eyes stared up at him. A vision he had always fantasized about ever since they had been ‘chatting’. 

His right hand slipped down to close over her thigh. She made no effort to discourage him, so he gradually eased his hand into a position where he could massage her inner thigh just below her skirt. She snuggled closer and started stroking his leg, fairly innocently near his knee. The hem of her skirt had ridden up enough for him to stroke further up her stocking clad thigh.

“Wait!” Terri suddenly whispered. She reached down and retrieved a blanket. She covered their laps with the thin blue material. Ron smiled at her and boldly stroked her thigh, working her skirt hem back as he went. He was pleased to find warm, smooth, bare skin above.

She sighed and parted her legs slightly when his hand moved along the last smooth inches of her warm leg and his fingers at last brushed gently against….then he remembered.

“No undies Ron.” Terri looked in to his eyes and smiled a lusty smile.

Ron was filled with the excitement and anticipation of reaching a much sought after target. He had sought out and met this point many times over while typing away on his keyboard or whispering over the phone. But now it was for real. Really for real! 

He could also hear she was panting. 

His fingers drifted between her legs and stroked gently along the warm and noticeably damp cleft. His imagination had told him this was extremely electric. His touch now told him it was ultimately ecstatic. 

She sighed and gripped him tight as his finger delved between the wetness of her nether lips. He deliberately continued up, sought and found her tiny pleasure spot. 

Her hand squeezed his trousers.

She leaned in to him. 

He turned his face closer. 

Then they kissed.

All these months they had ‘cyber-kissed’. All these months he knew he had truly felt her lips on his. 

Now they were. 

They kissed long and passionately.

Ron exercised as much self-control as he could muster as he felt the exquisite feeling of her hand gently exploring. In return, his fingers parted the warm silkiness of her womanhood. He was able to stroke the warm downy softness and feel the incredibly inviting slipperiness. His two fingers gently massaged. She clung to him more tightly, eyes closed, and her thighs seemed to shudder around his hand. 

Terri sighed again and lifted her face to his and they kissed.

This was naughty enough, Ron knew. In an airplane full of people, it was another idea to remove the clothes necessary for them to couple in the way they were both obviously craving. He knew he had to find release for the wild passion he had built up not over the last few moments, but over the last two weeks of being ‘separated’ from his most charming lover. If her actions told of her sexual frenzy, they both felt the same thing.

How could they satisfy their needs? With other passengers just a few feet away and a cabin crew occasionally wandering back and forth, to and from the galley, they could not easily strip off even the essentials and start making mad passionate love without creating an on board sensation. Only nothing else seemed to matter except that overpowering urge he had to get passed clothes or between unyielding aircraft seats. 

Terri knew what to do. She gave Ron a gentle squeeze, unbuckled and got up without a word. She smiled back at him as she strolled casually to the front of the cabin and the lavatory. 

Ron sat and pondered the situation. He knew a couple that had Rone nasty things in an airplane lavatory once. It was possible he figured. Only it seemed to be a very uncomfortable setting and one less fit for romantic passion than raw dirty lust. His heart beating in his ears told him he could easily stoop to the latter at the moment. However, as the pretty flight attendant strolled by, he had no doubt that between her or the passengers watching the movie they would have noticed a couple sneaking off for such an obvious interlude.

Before he could reconcile that thought though, Terri emerged from around the small screen. As she walked back, she picked up a couple of blankets from empty seats. She sat back down and immediately covered them with the blankets. Then she snuggled back against Ron.

In the semi-darkness Ron’s hand went back to where it had been. It seemed she was even wetter than before. 

Her hand dove under the blanket and quickly began undoing his zipper. In no time, his manhood was raised from inside his briefs. 

He discovered she had also removed her bra as her nipples strained against the thin material of her blouse. He undid her blouse to expose her breasts, to his eyes only, under the blanket. He then lay across her and greedily took her left breast to his mouth. He tickled the nipple with the end of his tongue and found it to be appreciated by his love. She cradled his head with one hand like a baby held to her breast and gently stroked him with the other like the lover she was. 

Terri unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it, still under the blankets.

"Please..." she moaned - "oh, please…” She turned to face away from Ron, and firmly pressed her shapely bottom against his thigh. 

It was as if she was sitting on his lap now. She arched her back and raised her right thigh, firmly holding him, guided him to her. Ron cupped her breast and pulled her against him as gently but firmly as possible. She sighed and shuddered as her hips rocked slowly and rhythmically. The need to avoid attracting attention was not forgotten, despite their extreme passion. This need forced each to move just enough against equal and opposite nudges from the partner. Doing it slowly and quietly, so as not to attract attention, made it easier for both to prolong the excruciating, but exhilarating pleasure. 

The ecstasy in their bodies peaked and with a quiet breathlessness they both shared a delicious release. 

Only Ron suddenly felt an extreme cramp in his leg and he had to stretch it out. That made Terri fall from his lap and he lurched forward to catch her…

Ron’s eyes opened as he found himself leaning forward in his seat. His leg did cramp and he reached down to rub it out. He also realized that he had just had a most incredible dream. He must have fallen asleep as soon as he had laid his head back in the seat. He looked down and saw that he had a blanket over him. He didn’t remember getting one before he sat down. Someone must have…

Ron nervously looked back over his shoulder and the seat back. He just caught the flight attendant’s head move as she disappeared behind the galley curtain. Had she realized what kind of dream he had been having? No way. Thinking back to his recent dream he remembered how he and Terri had ended in a most compromising state of undress.

He immediately lifted the blanket and looked underneath.

His pants were still on.

Yes, it had been all a dream, a wonderful dream, but nothing he should have to be embarrassed about, as he would walk off the plane passed the flight attendants or other passengers later. 

“Well sleepy head, you finally came back to us.” The pretty flight attendant came up behind his seat.

“What? Oh, yea I guess I was awful tired after all.” Ron said as he pulled the blanket off and sat it in the seat next to him.

The flight attendant proceeded to pick it up and fold it.

“I hope you Ron’t mind but I thought you were getting chilly laying there after a little while. You tossed and turned a little bit and kept pulling your arms tighter around yourself.” She finished the folding, laid the blanket neatly in the seat and smiled down at him.

Was that a knowing smile? How could she know? Judging from the look she gave him every once in awhile during the last half hour of the flight he knew she suspected something. He just sat there wondering how often the seats of this more private cabin saw couples consummate their raw desires. 

All he could really think of though was getting off this plane, getting to a pay phone, and calling Terri. He only wished she would be alone and that he could find a secluded pay phone. 

He needed Terri!

Over the phone…a whispery, sultry, voice…tells him… 

“Sitting on the deck with you, in just our robes, the afternoon sun is still warming our bodies. There is a light breeze, just enough to make it a perfect afternoon. I walk over to your chair, and slowly kneel down in front of you, my hands on your thigh, my eyes looking up into yours. I slowly lower my head, and bring my lips down to the head of your manhood. I run my tongue so light across the tip, tasting your excitement......I feel your hands move to my head, stroking my hair...your hips begin to rock.....slowly thrusting making you go deeper in my mouth.” 

“OH TERRI!”

He Got to the Airport Late (Redux)



Don got to the airport late but was glad to see he was not the only one as at least four others were rushing to the check-in counter right with him. The ticket agents must have been in an exceptionally good mood as they actually escorted the small group of tardy passengers through the airport straight to the waiting plane. The very pleasant fight attendant cordially welcomed Don and the rest of them on-board. 

As Don made his way down the aisle to his seat and took off his coat, he looked around the plane. Although it had a fairly small cabin, he was pleased to find it wasn't a packed flight. It would make for a nice quiet trip. No one was even on the other side of the aisle. 

Until...

A woman walked in just before the plane doors closed. He watched as she strode down the aisle and took the window seat across from his. As the latecomer got situated, Don did an innocent double take in looking her way. She was an attractive blonde, hard not to notice twice or even three times. She was smartly dressed in a pressed gray skirt and matching jacket. The nearly plain business attire looked good on her though and he watched as she laid her small brief case on the seat and proceeded to take her jacket off. He couldn't help peering over the aircraft emergency card he had in his hand to catch a glimpse of her long, very long, legs extending out from the rather modest skirt that fell to just above her knees. Moreover, as she stretched back to remove the coat, her breasts, although not overly large thrust out proudly through her white silk blouse. She turned and leaned over to lay it on the seat next to her.

Suddenly he realized her eyes met his stare.

Don's eyes locked to hers before he could nonchalantly turn away like so many other times he'd done when looking at a pretty woman. He lowered the emergency card from his face and gave her a warm smile. It was all he could do after being caught ogling. But instead of getting a glaring stare from an irate female the beautiful stranger actually smiled back at him before taking her seat.

He couldn't believe what he had just done. He felt guilty for his brief, but obvious leering gaze. He shook his head, put the emergency card back in the pouch before him and pulled out the airline magazine, then settled back in his seat and absently flipped through the pages. 

Moments after takeoff a movement out of the corner of Don's eye made him look over toward his row mate. He looked over and saw her lift her small briefcase into her lap. She opened it and rummaged through some papers and folders until she pulled out a yellow legal pad and sat the briefcase back on the seat next to her. He couldn't help but continue to gaze over at her as she sat and furiously wrote notes on the pad. She was fascinating him even to the point of he couldn't help noticing her fingers and how long and sexy they looked. For some reason he began to think of how those fingers must look typing away on a keyboard. 

That very thought evoked very fond memories of his forays into the Literotica chat room. He had begun chatting a little over two years ago. In that time he had found a favorite lady friend on the other end of the internet, her Lit name was 'FineWine'. Her real name was Sheri. Don had always pictured Sheri's fingers gliding across her keyboard as they chatted long into many a steamy night.

Don sighed at the sweet memory. It had been nearly two weeks since they had chatted. His laptop was not working on this trip so he had not been able to connect with her from his hotel room. All this reminiscing of Sheri had brought about a rather noticeable stiffness below his seat belt. He grinned to himself and casually nudged his hard-on with his elbow. 

After awhile his sexy fellow passenger caught his attention once again as she put her legal pad back into her briefcase. As Don watched, she closed the briefcase and stood with it in her hands. From behind his magazine now he saw as she stretched up to put it away in the overhead storage bin. She stretched so far she pulled the tail of her blouse out from one side of her skirt. Don felt himself inhale deeply at the sight of tanned skin in the gap between skirt and blouse. He held his breath and bit his lower lip as she proceeded to tuck it back in with her long fingers disappearing under the belt and waist of that pressed gray material. 

"Well, that's enough work for one day," he heard her whisper to herself as she turned to sit back down. 

"My thoughts exactly," Don replied from his side of the aisle. 

"What? Oh, I'm sorry." The blonde stranger more fell than sat back into her seat, obviously startled by his remark. 

"No, no, that's okay I wasn't resting." Don assured her. "I probably will here soon, it has been a long day. And you are right that was enough for one day."

"Always deadlines." She said as she buckled back in. "I think I'll take a nap myself."

With that, she fluffed up her tiny airline pillow, reclined the seat back and turned toward the window.

Don couldn't help but continue to admire the comely woman sitting only a few feet away. He just tried to be less obvious about it. She was radiating something sensual, which he knew would arouse most men's thoughts. Only, as he thought of the translucent blue eyes he had just connected with for the second or third time, he realized it was more than a feeling of lust for him. At least it was not a lust just for this blonde stranger. He daydreamed about another pair of beautiful blue eyes, ones he had never actually set his eyes upon. 

Sheri had blue eyes, so she had told him during their chats. They hadn't ever exchanged pictures since they met last winter. Actually, he had never really 'met' her. They had struck up a very cordial and evocative relationship during those first couple of months on Lit. They first shared their stories and poems with one another and moved on to exchanging information about their families and work. They quickly became very comfortable with one another. So they had become good on-line friends before they became 'cyber-lovers'. He couldn't remember who was first to introduce cyber-sex into their late night chat sessions. But even in 'cybering' they hit it off from the very beginning. They got off on one another at least two to three times a week for awhile there in early spring. He experienced more satisfaction after a good cyber with Sheri than he had with any other woman on-line. 

One late evening in June, they took their relationship to a whole new level. Don was on another business trip and while they were cybering, Sheri sent him a note:

FineWine: Why don't you call me?

At first Don thought it was part of the role playing they were into, but then he realized they were pretending to be on a beach in Hawaii in the latest sexy on-line romp of theirs. He typed back:

Ready7: No phones on the beach (?)

FineWine: I know...call me...555-703-1234

Ready7: for real?

FineWine: Don please! Call me...I'm so close!! I want to cum listening to your voice. PLEASE!!

And with that began their heated and very satisfying phone-sex liaisons. From there it turned into a weekly routine for him to call Sheri early in the morning, to rouse her, to arouse them both. He enjoyed talking to her, her voice was so calming, so sensual, and oh so stimulating.

They had 'graduated' to calling one another months ago, but during this last trip of his they had not been able to catch up with one another. The sound of her voice had been a quiet reassurance in his busy life. She was also capable of getting him fully aroused at the very first syllable she spoke over the phone. Her voice had done that to him from that first night in his hotel, as he lay under the sheets, naked, listening to her talk him through his first phone-sex orgasm. He could still remember the huge geyser of cum she had spurred him to that night. 

In fact, he knew he could not go long without hearing her voice again. He would call her in the morning after he got back home. That voice was so familiar to him. He could still hear it in his head, so much so he could feel the all too familiar stiffness in his briefs once again. 

But as he watched his blonde stranger, her head lying so comfortably on the pillow, it made him drowsy. He tossed the magazine onto the aisle seat next to him and settled back in the soft upholstery. He closed his eyes and thought about Sheri as he drifted off...

Suddenly the plane hit a pocket of turbulence. It jolted him out of his erotic slumber. 

"Oh!" He heard the almost strained squeal from across the aisle.

He looked over at his lovely stranger. She caught his gaze as she sat there rigid in her seat looking very nervous. 

"I've not flown much. Don't deal with bumpy rides very well." She rambled.

"What?" Don sat up in his seat. He heard her but he found himself looking into those piercing blue eyes of hers as he came down off the sexy high he had created dreaming of his sexy Sheri. "I'm just a nervous wreck." His blonde plane companion said just before another severe bump of the plane shook them. "Oh, my God!" 

The seat belt signs came on as she gripped the armrests even tighter. 

"Ladies and gentleman, this is the Captain. It looks as if we'll have a short stint of bumpy air. Please stay in your seats with those seat belts buckled. We'll get through it as quickly as we possibly can. Thank you." 

"It's just a few bumps. Nothing to worry about." Don said as he continued to peer into those wonderful blue eyes and face framed by the loveliest blonde hair. She so reminded him of... 

"I suppose. But it sure is nerve wracking." He watched her luscious red lips move, but it was like he had just heard her voice for the first time. 

He knew that voice! He looked at the blonde hair, the blue eyes... 

"Sheri?" 

"Uh yes?" The look on her face was one of astonishment rather than terror now. "How do you know my name?" 

"Would you, uh, happen to be 'FineWine' Sheri?" Don haltingly asked.

His blonde stranger abruptly relaxed her body. Her jaw dropped and her mouth opened wide as she stared back at him in silence.

"I'm 'Ready7'." Don said barely loud enough for her to hear.

"You! Is that you, Don?" Sheri's face slowly softened, a slight grin began to appear on her lips. 

"Yes." Don stared at the lovely face. "Yes it is, Sheri." His voice cracked when he realized the woman he was addressing now really was his on-line chat friend and cyber lover. His eyes widened. "How, - where, what are you doing here?"

Just then, another sudden jolt of turbulence hit.

"Oh my God!" Sheri called out again as her body tensed to its former rigid posture and she grasped the armrests.

Don didn't flinch nor did he lose his gaze toward this woman. For all he could do was remember the 'OMG's she always typed on the chat line when she was in the heavy throes of orgasm. He smiled broadly at that thought now. The intense sensations of their chats and phone conversations came flooding back into his mind and body. 

"May I come over there?" Don asked, seeing her still gripping the armrests to the point of white-knuckle tension.

"Oh, please. Yes do." Sheri nervously smiled at him. 

Don got up and moved to the aisle seat next to her. He buckled himself in, just before another jolt.

"Don!" Sheri leaned into his shoulder and grabbed his arm. 

Just naturally, Don felt the need to put his arm around her shoulders; he did so and held her tight. Sheri snuggled herself even closer as he slipped his hand down slightly from her hair to stroke her neck. He looked at her face and his fingers played with her blonde hair. 

"I haven't talked to you in almost two weeks. When and, well, how did you get here?" Don said as he looked again upon the face he had only been able to fantasize about all these months.

"Actually, I was just passing through. My flights changed twice. They got me on this one at the last minute, so I can make another connection to get a hop back home." 

"I'm glad..." Don whispered, his honest emotions coming out. "I mean, I'm not glad you got bumped twice, but that by some fate, we finally get to meet one another...in person."

"I'm very glad too." Sheri smiled up at him.

"I really feel like we've known one another for so long. I thought if this day ever came I'd be nervous as all hell. But I'm not nervous. I'm actually so comfortable right now." He caressed the back of her hand, then looked at her hair; the blonde hair. It made him remember the blonde ponytail she teased him about all the time. She had said one night over the phone that a good ponytail came in handy for a guy to hold onto while a girl gave him a really good blow-job. She had gotten him off to that scene more than a few times after that. 

Then another jolt of turbulence hit the airplane.

Sheri gripped his arm tighter and settled her head back into his shoulder. "I'm just so glad to finally meet you for real." 

Don was dumbfounded by the presence of his friend, his fantasy, who, until a few minutes earlier he had thought had been a total half a country away. He was also becoming very distracted by the feel of his cyber-lover's breath on his neck. His other hand moved unconsciously in the semi-darkness until he found himself caressing Sheri's arm. When those lovely blue eyes stared up at him he knew it was real. The eyes were soft and her pupils were dilated. Sheri was here, the vision he'd been fantasizing over all these months. 

He couldn't help himself now. He had to do more than just stroke her arm. He raised the armrest from between them and with his left arm still around her shoulder he slipped his right down over her thigh. She made no effort to discourage him, so he gradually eased his hand into a position where he could massage her inner thigh just below the hem of her skirt. She snuggled still closer and started stroking his leg now, fairly innocently at first near his knee. Her wiggling in her seat caused her skirt to ride up and allowed him more bare thigh to stroke and caress.

"Wait!" Sheri suddenly whispered. She pulled away and then bent down to retrieve a blanket from the floor. She then methodically covered their laps with the thin blue material, smoothing it across their thighs. "Now that's better." 

Don smiled at Sheri and she smiled back. Her bright smile in the dim light glimmered in the middle of a radiantly beautiful face. His hand never left her leg in all that rearranging and he now found himself boldly stroking further up her thigh, working under the hem of her skirt as if it were not even there. He was pleased to find warmer, smoother, bare skin above.

Sheri sighed and parted her legs slightly when his hand moved along the last smooth inches until his fingers at last brushed gently against a thin damp fabric. Don was suddenly filled with the excitement and anticipation of reaching a much sought after target. He had reached out and met this point virtually many times over while typing away on his keyboard or whispering in Sheri's ear over the phone. But now it was for real. Really for real! He could hear the closeness of her breathing, heavy and steady. It was not a panting over the phone this time, but her breath was live and wafting over his neck. 

As his fingertip tapped against her panty, Sheri sucked in a deep breath while her hand squeezed his leg hard. He was the one to tense in his seat this time. But Sheri leaned in to him, lifting her face to barely an inch before his. She licked, and then pursed her lips. Don kissed her. 

All these months they had 'cyber-kissed' so many times, in so many ways. All these months he knew he had truly felt her lips on his. But now they really were. They kissed softly, gently, but ever so passionately. Don exercised as much self-control as he could muster as he felt the exquisite sensation of her hand gently exploring him. In turn, he was able to stroke the warm downy softness through her wet panties, so wet he could sense the incredibly inviting slipperiness of her sex. His two fingers gently massaged as Sheri clung to him more tightly and her thighs shuddered around his hand. 

Their mouths meshed and tongue swirled over tongue. 

What they were doing was naughty enough, Don knew, in an airplane even only half full of people. But he was already thinking of how they could remove enough clothes necessary for them to couple in the way they were both obviously craving. He knew he had to find release, he assumed Sheri shared the same passion the way she was kissing him. They had not built up those desires just over the last few moments, but rather over the last two weeks of being 'separated' from their on-line loving. 

If her actions told of her sexual frenzy, they indeed both felt the same thing. But how could they satisfy their urgent needs? 

With other passengers just a few feet away and a cabin crew occasionally wandering back and forth through the cabin, they couldn't easily strip off even the essentials and start making mad passionate love without creating an on board sensation. Only nothing else seemed to matter except that overpowering urge he had to get passed clothes and unyielding aircraft seats. 

Sheri broke their kiss and whispered. "Wait here a second." She gave Don another gentle squeeze on his thigh then unbuckled. She got up, smoothed down her gray business skirt and climbed around him. Sheri smiled back at him as she strolled casually to the front of the cabin and the lavatory. 

Don sat and pondered what had just happened. One minute a woman, a hot blooded woman was in his arms. The next she was off to the bathroom. As his heart still raced he remembered a close friend of his had told him how he and his wife had done nasty things in an airplane lavatory once. It was possible he figured. Only it seemed to be a very uncomfortable setting and one less fit for romantic passion than raw dirty lust. His heart beat in his ears as if telling him he could easily stoop to the latter at that moment. 

His manhood strained unbearably in the confines of his briefs. 

However, right at that moment the pretty young flight attendant strolled down the narrow aisle. He pulled the airline blanket back over his lap. He had no doubt that between her, or the passengers that hadn't nodded off on this red-eye flight, would notice a couple sneaking off for such an obvious interlude. He was horny as all get out, but not sure he could bring himself to make that much of a scene. 

Before he could reconcile that thought though, Sheri emerged from the forward lavatory. As she walked back, she picked up another blanket from one of the empty seats. She slid in between him and the seat back before him, her backside covered in that snug skirt flashed by within inches of his face. She sat down, then immediately covered them with both blankets now, before she snuggled back against Don.

"Okay, where were we?" Sheri whispered and raised her lips to his once again. In the semi-darkness Don's hand went right back to where it had been moment's earlier. His fingers crawled back up under her gray skirt, retracing the steps he'd taken to her wet, panty-covered sex. He crooked his finger and pointed it inward ready to press into the thin fabric to see how far he could stretch them.

When his fingertip felt the damp tuft of Sheri's pubic hair instead, he broke from there kiss and froze. With widened eyes and his heart rate upped another notch, he stared down at his seat mate. 

"No undies Don." Sheri looked up into his eyes with a very lusty grin. "Like I've always told you, I rarely wear panties. Flying on an airplane is one of the few times, but their gone now."

Don swallowed hard and his fingers drifted on to stroke gently along the warm and noticeably damp cleft. His imagination had always told him this first touch would be extremely electric. This touch however was beyond ecstatic! His whole body, not just his fingertips, felt the touch of her skin, the moistness of her sex. His finger delved between the wetness of her nether lips. But he was impatient as he deliberately continued up, sought and found her tiny pleasure spot. Just as the tip of his finger tapped that unseen but all so familiar little pink bud... 




He Got to the Airport Late (Redux)



He froze again as Sheri's hand dove under the blanket and quickly began undoing his zipper. Her fingers were incredibly deft as they fished into his briefs and were able to raise his manhood out through the fly in his pants. It hurt a little, but once she had him out it was all pleasure. 

Don reared back in his seat as her hand now wrapped around his hardened shaft. He closed then opened his eyes as she squeezed him firmly. That is when he noticed what else Sheri had done while in the lavatory. Her starched, business-like white blouse gaped from a couple more buttons having been loosened. He also discovered she had removed her bra as one nipple was straining against the thin material of the blouse and another was in full view between the open folds. 

Sheri raised the one blanket nearly to their necks, but held it out enough to allow him access to her chest. He took up the invitation and undid another couple of buttons on her blouse, then pulled back the halves to fully expose her breasts, to his eyes only. Don could not believe how succulent and hard this woman's nipples were. They were not only stiff and very large, they literally pointed upward off her full breasts. It was if they were calling to him. He didn't hesitate, not even bothering to look up the aisle to see if the young flight attendant was making another round. Instead he lay his head down and greedily took Sheri's right breast to his lips. He tickled the raised nipple with the end of his tongue and found it to be appreciative of his loving as it seemed to stiffen and stretch still more. Sheri cradled his head with one hand like a baby held to her breast as she continued to hold the airline blanket over them both. 

After a few moments of Don suckling her aroused body, Sheri's hand slipped away from his head and disappeared under the blanket. The next sound heard was that of another zipper being pulled. Don sat back when she wiggled in her seat. 

"Here hold this." Sheri said as she handed Don the top edge of the blanket. Now he held it up as he watched his once cyber-lover finish unzipping her skirt and wriggle out of it. The gray material fell in a heap at her feet. 

Then Sheri took hold of the blanket again. She turned to face away from Don, and firmly pressed her shapely bottom against his thigh as she also took hold of his hard cock in her warm hand. It was as if she was trying to sit in his lap now as she arched her back and raised her right thigh, firmly holding him, guiding him to her. 

Don recovered from his temporary shock and reached out to cup her nearest breast and he pulled her against him as gently but as firmly as possible. She sighed and shuddered as her hips rocked slowly and rhythmically. The need to avoid attracting attention was not forgotten, despite their extreme passion. This need forced each to move just enough against equal and opposite nudges from the other partner. Moving slowly and quietly, so as not to attract attention, also made it easier for both to prolong the excruciating, but exhilarating pleasure. 

"Please..." she moaned in a whisper, "oh, Don please!" 

The ecstasy in their bodies began to peak all too quickly and with a quiet breathlessness Sheri began to shudder on Don's hard shaft. Her sex quivered and contracted, almost sucking him in and just as they both enjoined to share a delicious release...Don suddenly felt an extreme cramp in his leg!

He stretched out both of his legs, straightening them to the point it lifted Sheri up too much and she fell from his lap. Just as his manhood slipped from her sex, he lurched forward to catch her...

Don's eyes opened and he found himself leaning forward in his seat, in his originally assigned seat. His leg did have a cramp and he reached down to rub it out. He must have fallen asleep as soon as he had laid his head back in the seat. He also realized he had a blanket in his lap, but he didn't remember getting one before he sat down. 

Someone must have...

He immediately looked over to his left and saw the blonde stranger with her head still snuggled into the tiny airline pillow, leaning against the window. It had all been a dream after all. 

Except why did he have a blanket in his lap? 

When he sat back he nervously looked through the seats in front of him in time to catch sight of the flight attendant's eyes looking directly at him just before she disappeared behind the galley curtain. He swore she had a very wide grin on her face. 

Thinking back to his recent dream he remembered how he and Sheri had ended in a most compromising state of undress. Although it was a dream...he immediately lifted the blanket and looked underneath. His pants were still on and fully zipped up. 

Yes, it had all been a dream, a wonderful dream indeed, but nothing he should have to be embarrassed about when he walked off the plane passed the flight attendants or other passengers later. 

"Well sleepy head, you finally came back to us." The pretty flight attendant came up the aisle and stopped by his seat.

"What? Oh, yea I guess I was awful tired after all." Don said as he pulled the blanket off and sat it in the seat next to him.

The young flight attendant proceeded to pick it up and fold it. "I hope you don't mind but I thought you were getting chilly laying there after a little while. You tossed and turned a little bit and kept pulling your arms tighter around yourself." She finished the folding, laid the blanket neatly in the seat and smiled down at him. "I thought you might need covered up."

"Yes, that was fine. Thank you very much." Don replied nervously.

She smiled again and he could swear there was almost a wink on her face this time before she walked away.

Was that a smirk, a knowing smile? How could she know? Had she realized what kind of dream he had been having? No way. 

He sat there wondering how often the seats of this airplane cabin had seen couples consummate their raw desires. With that thought of pure excitement and raw lust, together with sharing it all with his cyber-lover Sheri, the heated feelings came rushing back. 

The hard-on in his pants needed attention. 

He couldn't get off the plane quickly enough after they landed. He had to find a secluded spot to call Sheri on his cell. As the phone rang for the third time, he could only wish she would be alone. He needed Sheri!

Moments later, the whispery, sultry, female voice played one of their favorite scenes into his ear... 

"We're sitting on the balcony of our hotel room, in just our robes. The afternoon sun is warming our bodies. The light breeze and sound of the ebbing surf below is just enough to make it a perfect afternoon. I walk over to your chair, and slowly kneel down in front of you, my hands on your thighs, my eyes looking up into yours. I untie your robe and lay back the folds. Your hard cock stands up as it always does when I'm around. I slowly lower my head, and bring my lips down to the swollen crown of your manhood. I run my tongue so light across the tip, tasting your excitement...feel your hands move to my head, stroking my hair...then you take hold of my blonde ponytail and your hips begin to rock...you pull on my thick ponytail controlling my movements...slowly thrusting your cock deeper into my mouth..." 

Moments later Don walked out of the abandoned airport kiosk with a huge smile on his face. He left behind a generous spray of cum streaked down one side of the enclosure.

S7