0 comments/ 25181 views/ 2 favorites The Friendly Skies By: TheLion Returning from Europe on an airliner only half-filled, I took a seat next to an attractive brunette of around 28 to 30 years old with a very nice figure-- gorgeous legs in a short skirt! She smiled, I think, because she also knew the plane was only partially filled and understood my interest was in her. It was also obvious that most of the seats near us were going to be empty for the entire flight back to New York... more evidence of my interest. However, other than exchanging first names and the usual light, get-acquainted banter, there was no indication she was at all interested in me or anything else. She said she was a flight attendant for another airline and was flying Comp... some sort of free program for airline personnel. The movie came, but she had seen it, several times apparently. With the lights dimmed, she opted to recline the seat and turned away to nap. The movie didn't appeal to me either, so I dozed off. I awoke a short time later. Although she must have been quiet in trying to not wake me getting past, I saw her removing a sheet of paper from a carry-on bag open on the seat across the aisle from me. Bent over the bag, her short skirt was not covering all of her ass and reclined in my seat as I was, my eyes were on about the same level... she wasn't wearing panties! Even in the dimmed lighting I could see her plump, shaved pussy! I may have made some noise or she possibly felt my eyes on her because she turned abruptly! Catching my eyes focused on her ass, she smiled impishly, not the least offended. After closing the bag and returning it to overhead storage, she removed several blankets and a couple of pillows before indicating she needed to get back to her seat by the window. After handing me a blanket and pillow, she lifted the two chair arms dividing the three seats we shared. Removing her shoes, she spread a blanket over herself and scooted back so she was against me spoon fashion. I really didn't need written instructions! I turned sideways to add my spoon. In seconds I had a raging erection! Her ass was completely uncovered now and against my growing crotch I could feel her heat! Turning a bit toward me, both our hands got busy getting my belt, pants, and zipper out of the way! She then turned toward me and her sweet, aroused breath filled my nostrils as her lips and tongue met mine, both of us exploring heatedly and softly, alternately. We took turns sucking the other's tongue, then duelling and stabbing at each other as our hands were busy under the blankets! She was already very moist and exquisitely hot when I slid two fingers into her pussy. I heard her moan as she pushed back on my fingers. I slowly fucked my fingers in and out of her while she awkwardly stroked my cock from the spoon position. We needed to make an adjustment quickly; I couldn't get my thumb to her clit or a finger to the front, inner wall of her pussy to find that elusive G-Spot. Our position was also hindering her access to my cock. I removed my hand from the rear access between her legs to reach around her. Reaching between her legs from the front, she quickly pulled my cock up against her hot, wet pussy and began rubbing the one against the other as she rotated her ass gently. I was in Heaven!! From the front now, I could easily slide two fingers into her shaved pussy while my thumb began to rub her blood-engorged clit. She began to moan softly and her ass was moving much faster, her dripping pussy almost burning my cock! Abruptly, she lifted and my cock slid into a boiling hot caldron of honey! The incredible muscles in her pussy clamped down on my cock and she began to cum, thrashing about so hard I had to hold her tightly to reduce the noise we were making! I began to cum and I really lost all conscious thought... I pulled her head around enough to get my tongue in her mouth and we moaned into each other as the orgasm seemed to last forever... yet never long enough!! When we had gained some control, I continued to move in her, knowing if I moved away at all, I'd slip out of her hot, wet depths. My fingers returned to her mound and clit, as the other hand moved to her lovely breasts, nipples now as hard as marble! I had been aware of her very adequate breasts, but my focus has always been elsewhere. I am very definitely a man for all pussy! This encounter did not end at that moment or even with the landing in New York. We continued to explore and enjoy each other the entire flight. At one point... after some lights came back on at the finish of the movie... we moved to a restroom in the rear of the plane. There, after cleaning up a bit, I got my tongue and lips into her delicious pussy, licking and sucking her to several more orgasms. She in turn sucked my cock better than I had ever experienced previously or since!! She had the most amazingly soft and subtle lips and a tongue that could move and grasp like a constrictor! Upon arriving at the Kennedy terminal, we had a drink together to exchange telephone numbers. Sitting at our table, she removed a sheet of paper from her purse, telling me "This is the paper I took from my bag on the plane. " Handing it and her pen to me, she said, "Please read it and I would really appreciate it if you would fill in the blanks, being completely honest with your answers. " I was more than a bit amazed to see that it was a form with blanks and contained a Heading that identified it as a Certification of Membership in the "Mile High Club"!! Of course I had heard of this "club", but honestly I thought it was just a way for someone to indicate they enjoyed a great fuck while flying the "friendly" skies! Not so, apparently; we each completed the form letter for the other, being honest with names, addresses, telephone numbers, date, time, airline, flight number, and attesting the encounter was jointly consensual. Then followed a description of what had transpired with suitable comments regarding performance and the degree of satisfaction received and given. Both of us placed our signatures... verified by our respective Driver's License... on each form. This all happened before the ugliness of AIDS reared its evil head, but was still evidence that human beings could be honest with each other, while providing the opportunity for each of us to alert the other had something unwanted resulted. I met with her several times over the next several years to replay our wonderful flight in more relaxed and uninhibited surroundings. She married a nice guy, left the airline, and the last I knew of her was her moving to Boston. I STILL HAVE THE FORM LETTER SHE GAVE ME THAT DAY! The Friendly Skies We reached a cruising altitude of thirty-five thousand feet when the stewardess made the announcement. "The captain has turned off the seatbelt sign. If you need to get up and move around the cabin..." I was scarcely paying attention to her. I was in an aisle seat, reclining comfortably. A hot, little slut was in the middle seat with the arm rest raised between us. It wasn't a completely random encounter. She was with me, an internet fucktoy that I wanted more than filthy text from. I collected her on the east coast for a weekend of debauchery on the west coast. She had her life and I had mine, but I was not going to let that complication stand in my way. I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her. I told her that, typed it in the midst of our lewd instant messages. "Yes Master," she typed. And eight hours later she was on a flight home with me, sucking my cock. The small blanket she got from the stewardess before take-off was only just concealing her from view. I hand my hand beneath that blanket, stroking her neck. Every now and then, she moaned. If it weren't a red-eye flight with only a few other passengers onboard, I don't know that we would have gotten away with this, but I also don't know that I would have stopped her regardless. Whenever someone would walk by, my abdomen tensed and I slipped my fingers atop her head, holding her still. I would feign sleeping and it would appear that she was doing the same, resting her head in my lap. There was one instance where I held her still, the tip of my cock lodged at the entrance of her throat, where she darted her tongue forward; licking at my balls. I nearly jumped right the fuck out of my seat. I breathed in slowly, steeling myself as I loosened the grip on the top of her head. She started to bob again as I measured my breath, glancing around. There was a guy in the window seat, but he was dead to the world, sleeping. When I turned to check the aisle again, I didn't even notice the guy in the aisle, rooting around in the overhead bin. His crotch was at eye level and I damn near grazed it with my cheek. It was an odd and troubling sensation to be getting a blow job while some guy slept on one side of us and another guy had his cock practically in my face. I was just about to say something to the guy rooting around in his luggage above me. Maybe something like, 'Say, would you mind getting your crotch out of my face?' when I noticed he was erect in his trousers. I realized that he knew exactly what my little fuckdoll was doing. He was feigning the exploration in the overhead bin so he could watch. Not that he could see anything, but he knew well enough by the way the blanket moved in my lap precisely what I was getting. His dick poked lewdly at the front of his khakis, revealing his full-on arousal and I couldn't help but stiffen further in the midst of so much carnality. I pulled the blanket back from her head and heard her moan, pulling a deep suck on my shaft as she saw his tented trousers for the first time. No matter how many erotic situations we envisioned in our cyberfucking, I still found myself fascinated when she slid her hand up the leg of his pants and wrapped her fingers around his trousered tool. She was on her knees in that middle seat, kissing at the side of my face, licking the interior of my ear while she stroked the both of us, one in each hand. There I was, utterly exposed. She was stroking my stiff, damp cock while she lowered his zipper with her other hand and slipped her fingers inside. "He is so hard, Master," she told me. "You are a filthy, little whore," I answered her. "Your filthy, little whore," she responded, pulling his cock free of the zipper. I won't deny it. It was electric when I watched her lips press to the head of his exposed cock. Watching her pull that head into her mouth, suck tightly and moan made my thighs stiffen. I shot a singular spurt of hot cum that stained her blouse before she clutched tightly about the base of my shaft. "Mount, slut," I ordered. She did not need to be told twice. In her skirt and panties, it was a simple maneuver. She straddled my lap and used her grip on my hard cock to point it right up at her hot snatch. Then she used it to shove those soaked, silk panties to one side. For a moment, the cock of the other passenger was forgotten, held in reserve while she lowered that beautiful, completely bare pussy down onto me. It was so hot, so wet, and so lovingly tight that I groaned, not wanting that initial contact of our sexes to end. That moment, when a primed cunt meets a stiff erection...nothing is better. The moment the tip found the pocket, she slipped her fingers free and rested them on my shoulder. A moment after that, she got to fucking. No bouncing involved. Just a slow writhe, an erotic roll of her hips that kept her ass planted right on my thighs, never breaking the contact as my cock reached into her belly. She kissed me. It was one of those soft, romantic types of kisses that women enjoy. Patient tongues, locked lips and long moments where the only breath comes from one another's lungs. I had nearly forgotten how lewd this was. I had nearly forgotten that we were thirty-five thousand feet in the air, fucking on a public airline. I had nearly forgotten, that is, until I felt her lips brushing away from mine, her tongue slipping free as she turned to the side. She had his hard cock right there and she sucked at it as my lips pressed to the corner of her mouth. I can't explain why I wasn't shocked or even worried about the contact. As she rode me, rocking her hips forward and back against my thighs, I clutched her round ass. There was a frantic moment where she lost the head of his cock and it slipped between us, my mouth and hers on either side of it. I felt her tongue slide beneath his shaft to lick at my bottom lip before she regained the tip and sucked at it hard. I started to cum, bucking up at her, flooding her with hot jism as my breath caught and released harshly. She screwed her ass down tighter onto my thighs, determined to ride it out, and I felt her temperature rise swiftly from the inside. She cried out unintelligibly when his stiff dick popped free and he grasped it, jerking the last crucial strokes before ejaculating all over her throat. She was such a sexy mess. I kissed her hard, the kind of kiss that men enjoy putting on their women; a rape of mouths. She tasted like cock. By the time we broke the kiss, the man who was rooting around in the overhead bin had apparently found what he was looking for. He was no longer there. However, the man in the window seat was finally awake. He had his pants around his ankles and his hard dick in his hand. My little fuckdoll grinded her ass against me; my spent cock still half-hard and lodged in her pretty cunt. She glanced at Mr. Window Seat and then back at me, licking at my mouth as her pussy clutched at my cock. "Please, Master?" she begged.