2 comments/ 15799 views/ 3 favorites The Red Eye By: Schaka For the frustrated English and Grammar teachers and those anonymous purveyors who spew nothing but bile, move on! There is nothing here for you! It was the late 1980's. I was a regional sales manager for construction products company. It was 10:30 pm on the West Coast. I was sitting under the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights in the San Jose airport waiting for my red eye to Chicago's O'Hare. Janitorial crews plied their cleanup routine in a desultory manner among the few drowsy passengers. San Jose was a smallish airport at the time. You could park less than 100 yards from the ticketing counter. Outside airport security, such that it was, was primarily concerned with traffic control. 9/11, with its frenetic ramp up of airport security and the resultant suspicious glare at anything out of the ordinary, was not even a bad dream. It was unthinkable. I arrived with about 30 minutes to flight time. I was coming off an evening of dinner, drinks and wine with a customer. I was jetting across country to a morning meeting in Chicago. I killed time waiting for the flight to be called by topping off the buzz I had from dinner with a few drinks while indulging the hobby of many frequent flyers: people watching. It was the usual milieu of disparate flyers; Maybe 25 or 30 total for our last out flight. There were hippie types with the long hair and back packs. There was a young family with a fretful baby in mom's arms while dad struggled with the luggage. I spied a few suits. They were the ambitious youngsters trying to impress the higher ups by jetting frantically across the country to show movement, interest and, hopefully, leading to profit for the company and promotion for the ambitious corporate climber. I resembled that description! I noticed a 50ish blue haired grandmother type. There was nothing really special about her. She was a little chunky at about 5' 3" or so, maybe 150 lbs. She was at that age where her breasts, even with a bra, seemed to rest comfortably just above her belly. She was not your instant dick hardening female, especially for a 30ish corporate animal like I was at the time. In retrospect, what grabbed my attention was her obvious nervousness. Her eyes were as large as dinner plates. She continually dug in her oversized purse for Kleenex which she nervously twisted in her trembling hands. Eventually she would rise, walk to the waste receptacle and discard the shredded tissue. Then she would return to her airport style plastic chair and repeat the compulsive process. My experienced frequent flyers eye identified her as a white knuckle flier. I checked in with the overly perky clerk at the podium. Her bright chatter seemed obscene at this ungodly hour. But true to her training, she greeted each passenger brightly, took their ticket and assigned their seat. I presented my ticket to this bleached blond representative of the airline. She identified me as a frequent flyer, confirmed that my request for a specific row was honored. She then assured me that after families with small children, I would be an early board. Looking around at my small gaggle of fellow fliers, I knew this was a dubious but still welcomed perk. Before I could sit down, Miss Overly Perky called my flight. I grabbed my two-suiter and briefcase and made my way to the entrance to the jet way. Just in front of me was my family with the fretful baby. I offered a silent prayer to the airline gods to seat them as far from me as possible. I like kids but I didn't want to be seated close to a baby that might wail for the four hour flight. The Boeing 727 was the workhorse of the airlines at that time. It was virtually impossible to move around the country without being on a 727 at some point. The aircraft had a feature that made it the darling of the frequent flyer. The row adjacent to the emergency exit had mega leg room because there were no rows of seats in front of the emergency exit! A long legged fellow like me could stretch out. I stowed my items in the overhead, buckled up and prepared for takeoff. After takeoff the flight attendants made the usual announcement for a late night flight. After the initial beverage service, the lights would be dimmed for the remainder of the flight. I ordered a brandy and flirted a little with the good looking attendant. She good naturedly accepted my flirtation and casually worked into the conversation her husband and two kids. I watched ruefully as her shapely hips swayed seductively as she moved down the aisle doing the beverage service. The mid-thigh skirt showed off well-toned legs that seemed to go on forever! I got a plastic smile as she returned to the rear of the plane and dimmed the lights. I finished my drink and grabbed a (free!!) blanket from the overhead. The plan was to sleep across country. As I settled in I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. A contralto voice asked my pardon. I opened my eyes and looked up at my blue haired grandmother. She was accompanied by my leggy flight attendant. Even though the flight was less the half full, would I mind sharing my row? The lady had arthritic knees and the extra leg room would ease her discomfort. I scooted to the widow seat. My new found seatmate took the aisle. The attendant offered and she accepted a blanket from the overhead. I settled back down and began to doze off. Suddenly the plane lurched and shook like a wet dog shaking off water. The seat belt light popped on and the captain announced we had hit some chop. To an old hand like me it meant that we were nearing the Great Plains states, probably nearing the western border of Nebraska. To my seatmate it signaled impending disaster. I heard a sharp intake of breath and a quiet whimper. I raised my head to see my blue haired grandmother type had a death grip on the armrest. I sighed and set up in my seat. She jumped as I reached over and covered her hand with mine. I began reciting the veteran flier's mantra to the newbie: Flying was safer than driving; less people are killed in air disasters worldwide than in one year of traffic accidents in the States, etc., etc., blah, blah. She would have none of it! She knew she was about to die. It was time to make peace with her maker and accept her fate. I suggested a drink. She nodded her head nervously. I made my way back to the galley. My long legged attendant sympathized and added a few extra bottles to my order of four brandies, coke and cups of ice. When I returned to my seat, she had moved to the center seat. My seatmate downed two airline bottles of brandy quickly and in an impressive fashion. I poured the third bottle over the ice. She stopped me before I added the coke. She knocked down half the glass, stopped for a breath and then drained the glass. I was impressed and silently held up the fourth bottle. "Thank you, no, I think I will try to rest now." She said pertly. I slid back down in my seat with little doubt she would rest well! I woke to a warm body pressed against me. I opened my eyes and saw my drinking grandmother had scooted closer and had her ample ass pressed into my crotch. In addition my hands were trapped between our bodies. I pressed myself as far as I could against the window and tried to extract my hands. Inevitably they slid across her ass and she woke up. Hurriedly I began explaining the situation. All I needed was her to yell that I had been feeling her up while she slept. In a slurred voice she assured me it was ok. In the dim light I could see her eyes were unfocused and watery. The three brandies had kicked in! She turned back on her side, scooted her ass back against my crotch, put my arm around her waist and appeared to go back to sleep. But my other arm was still trapped between us and now my hand was also uncomfortable close to her large breasts. Tentatively I moved the arm that was between us. My hand moved up her leg and settled between her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up! Finally, taking the hint, I gently squeezed her thigh. She raised her leg to allow me access. She also pulled the hand on her waist around to rest on her breasts. I squeezed the soft pillowy mass and was rewarded with a sigh. I moved the other hand up over the nylons to her pantied pussy. I gently cupped it and was rewarded with a wiggle and another sigh. Then I felt her hand move over us and between us. She rubbed my cock. We began a clandestine make out session. I massaged her tits through blouse and bra. My other hand stroked her dampening pussy through the gusset of her cotton panties. She began a frantic grinding of her large ass against my crotch alternating with her hand rubbing my dick roughly. My rigid member was straining against my suit pants. Both of our breathing was becoming heavy. Suddenly she sat up in her seat. She stood and walked quickly to the back of the plane. I experienced a moment of panic, envisioning her complaining about being molested to the flight attendants. A few minutes later she returned to our row. Without a word she covered us both with our blankets. She lie on her side and wriggled her skirt up. Then she scooted her bare ass back against my pants. She had removed her nylons and stockings! I unbuckled and slid my pants and jockeys down. I could feel my pre cum lubricated member slide between her ass cheeks. She raised her leg slightly and I slid down her ass and effortlessly into her dripping wet pussy! She sighed softly as she felt me enter her. She took my free hand and placed it on her breast. She had unbuttoned her blouse! I slipped my hand under her bra and began massaging her soft breasts. At the same time I slowly stroked in and out of her pussy. She began to meet my thrusts inward with her thrusts backward. The sound of slapping flesh caused us both to pause. The rows around us were empty but the plane was quiet and sound carried! She giggled. Then she went slower. She was so tight that I could feel the head of my cock sliding in the sheath of her pussy. It was as though the head forced its way in and her pussy tightened back after the head, tightly shrouding it. Each stroke became an incredible fight for control. Else I would explode too quickly. I wanted it to last! It became apparent that she did too. She would reach back, place a hand between us to slow me down. I found her nipple and began mauling it between my fingers. I stretched it and rolled it. I pinched and jacked it like a mini cock. Her breathing was labored. I felt her tremble. Suddenly she bucked back hard against me and a stifled cry escaped her lips. Almost impossibly, I felt her wetness increase as she came. She lay still in her seat. I began to slowly plumb the depths of this amazing mature pussy. At first she lay quietly, her breathing heavy. Then as I continued my slow stroking, I heard a muffled: oh my god. As I pulled on her rigid erect nipple, she began to thrust back frantically. She jammed back hard, pushing me against the window as another orgasm wracked her body. Her breathing was harsh and labored. I could feel her sides rise and fall desperately as she tried to catch her breath. With my dick balls deep in her spasming pussy, I leaned in close. "Do you want to stop?" I whispered. She nodded her head. I began to pull out, disappointed that I didn't get off but concerned that the excitement and alcohol was taking a toll on my mature sex partner. "No, no, don't take it all the way out!" she whispered hoarsely. "Just let me rest!" I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I felt the pitch of the plane change slightly. It meant we were entering the O'Hare traffic pattern. We were close to or over the western edge of Iowa. We were less than an hour from landing. The lights would be coming up shortly. "We need to stop!" I said. "Ok, but could you come in me first? I want to feel that. It has been so long since I felt a man's seed fill me. " Her tone was pleading, almost frantic. I began a hard thrusting. Her ass bounced with each hard push in. Her grunts became louder despite my attempts to shush her. I grabbed her hips in both hands. With each inward thrust, I slammed her ass back into me. I felt that tickle in my balls. I felt my cock began to swell as my seed moved from balls into my cock and then surge like water from a firehose deep in her eager love canal. Her pussy spasmed reflexively. It clamped down so hard that I thought she would squeeze me out of her. "Oh fuck yes...oh yes....god yes, yes...fill me up." She mewled as her ass jammed back hard against me. "Sweet jezuz, it feels so good!!" She collapsed on her side in her seat. Her breathing was harsh and heavy. I was deeply concerned. "Are you ok?" At first all she could do was nod. I slowly pulled my softening cock out of her. She hissed loudly. The lights in the cabin came up. I quickly wiped our wetness from my now flaccid member with the blanket. I quickly pulled my clothes up. "You need to get your clothes together." I whispered. She rolled to a sitting position. Her blanket fell to the floor of the cabin. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist. I could see my come leaking on the seat from her bristly black bush. It was tinged heavily with grey. I recalled thinking that she hadn't died that blue. I quickly threw my stained blanket over her nakedness. "Oh shit! I'm sorry! I'm just a little out of it!" She stammered. Under the blanket, she scooted her skirt down. She stood and walked unsteadily to the aft washroom. As the attendant announced the final approach to O'Hare, my seatmate returned. Her makeup was freshened, her hair brushed and combed. Her blouse was buttoned and firmly held by the waist of her slightly wrinkled skirt. As we landed, we had a conversation about our 33,000 foot high tryst. The synopsis: I was a nice guy. I had taken an interest and helped her through the flight. Yes she was terrified of flying. And, finally, the girls at the bridge club had discussed joining the 5 Mile High club. She saw me as the chance to do it. And wouldn't the bridge club girls be jealous! I walked with her to baggage claim. She introduced me to her daughter and her daughter's husband as the "Nice gentleman who had helped her with her fear of flying"! I got a peck on the cheek and a warm good bye. The Red-Eye Back Home She sighed in relief as she finally sank into her seat... God what a day it had been. First she'd slept through the alarm clock, then missed the coach to the airport and finally to top it all off, she'd broken her best heel running from the cab to the ticket counter. What a mess. But all that was over now, she'd made her flight and was grateful as hell that her publisher convinced her that first class was the way to fly. It was the red-eye back to LA and should land at around 6:00 a.m. She looked around quickly and noticed that with the exception of a designer-clad lady in her 40s and an elderly couple, first class was empty. There was a God after all. With any luck, she'd be able to stretch out and sleep straight thru it all. Marie smiled as she started to make herself comfy and settled in for the 7 hour flight, bending over to her duffel and grabbing the manuscript to thumb thru her Editor's notes and changes. So intent in her reading that he startled the hell out of her when he settled in the seat beside her. She saw his legs clad in faded blue jeans and his nike sneakers and started to wonder quietly if he hadn't noticed that first class was practically empty... slowly her gaze rose upwards. He worked out, that much was obvious, his stomach was flat, his chest well developed without being overly pumped, and he filled out that white jersey he was wearing quite nicely. He looked about 6 feet or thereabouts give or take a few inches more. Then she made the mistake of looking up at his face. Oh my god... what a fucking face was all that impacted on her brain. Close your mouth Marie, she chided herself quickly, close it and start breathing. Damn... he wasn't conventionally handsome but he had brown hair that fell casually to the side, an arresting face, full of wonderful angles and a pair of lips just made to be kissed. And those eyes, it should be illegal to have a pair of eyes so absolutely breathtaking. She shifted slightly to watch him as he stretched up to put his briefcase in the overhead locker and silently said a prayer thanking the good Lord for divine intervention. Suddenly she didn't mind the intrusion. "Hey, mind if I sit here?" the Adonis asked her. Her tongue felt heavy as she strove to find speech again. "Umm, no no, go right ahead" There she almost sounded normal. "I know they're a lot of other seats around but I hate flying alone, don't you?" "Yea, I know just what you mean" Ha! She was a hypocrite of the worse kind, she always preferred having no one sitting next to her when flying, but she'd be damned if she was going to tell him that. He folded his long frame back into the seat beside her and she quickly turned her attention back to the manuscript so as not to gawk at him. What was that he was wearing??? It smelled a bit like that new cologne they were promoting recently in Debenhams... what was it called... hmmmm.... Damn it smelled good... he smelled good! Shit... back to the manuscript. She continued reading and finally gave up all pretense of trying to concentrate when she'd read the same paragraph three times and still couldn't figure out what the words were saying. Slowly out of the corner of her eye she peered across at him. He was thumbing his way thru the in-flight magazine. She could see his chest rising and falling as he breathed in and out slowly. There was only one way to deal with this distraction, because she was starting to get hot under the collar. Every time she shifted she felt it. The pulsing. Damn it, she hadn't felt this affected by someone in a long time – not just someone but a stranger even. The seatbelt sign went off and she unbuckled herself and rose to head towards the bathroom. The only way to deal with a problem of this nature was to attack it with full force before it attacked her. "Sorry, can I pass please" she mumbled "Sure thing" he replied amiably "Thanks" she slid past him feeling the heat as the back of her knees connected with his. Just then the plane lurched a little and she was pushed back against him, her body pressed intimately into his. "Oh God, I'm sorry" she cried out. Mortified, she was just mortified. Her nipples hardened in an instant. "Its ok, you haven't crushed me, in case you're worried" he laughed it off. She scrambled out into the aisle and gave him a watery smile and rushed off towards the bathroom. Get a grip woman, you'd swear you'd never been touched by a man before, she scolded herself. Turning the handle to the bathroom, she slipped in quickly and bolted it shut. Pushing the seat down, she sat down trying to catch her breath. What the fuck. Why the hell was she feeling like this, he was just a man. That was all. Ok – so she hadn't allowed herself to cum in the past week, having been too busy finalizing the book with her Editor. Christ! When was the last time? Was it a week or more? She couldn't even recall, but then it was always that way when she got caught up in her writings. Her nipples were still hard to the touch and she slid her hands up slowly to rub them gently. Oh God... that felt so good. She gently pinched them and massaged her breasts slowly as the ache spread to her pelvic region. Her hips started moving on their own violation, grinding up and down slowly. It wasn't enough, it just wasn't enough, she needed more. Pushing her skirt up she slid her hand between her thighs and caressed her legs slowly, allowing the sensation of her fingertips touching her skin to feed the tension building. More, still more. She spread her thighs open wider and slipped a finger beneath her panties and between the folds of her pussy. She was slick, holy shit, fuck that, she was wet and ready to be fucked already. Damn. Gliding her finger forward some more, she found the hard nub of flesh and started to flick it gently. "ohhhh gawd" she moaned out softly Rubbing her clit in a circular motion, she slid her other hand downwards and slid a finger into her pussy. Gently pumping and alternating it with a quick flicking motion, hips moving faster and faster as she finger fucked herself in total bliss. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum" she cried out softly Faster, the humming of the plane and motion of her pumping hips just driving her forward into an intense orgasm. "ahhhhhh" it was starting, she felt her pussy muscles tightening around her finger and bit down on her bottom lip to prevent herself from screaming out loud. Sliding another two fingers in, she pumped her pussy faster and flicked her clit at the same time. Then it happened so quickly she didn't have time to think – one minute she was on her way to an intense orgasm and the very next she was squirting out her juices all over her fingers. Shit, what a fucking rush. She sat there trying to find her breath, breathing shallow and fast as the first wave hit her and then another. The tension from the day started to roll away and she felt all her muscles begin to relax. Someone was outside the door. She could see the shadow below the crack of the door. Dammit. Talk about cum and run. She tidied up quickly and washed her hands and tried her best to straighten herself up. Would anyone be able to tell she'd just cum? Her cheeks were flush! Shit. Sniff... oh god. The bathroom reeked of pussy. She waved her arms around quickly in an effort to get rid of it. Damn Damn. Marie unbolted the door and pushed it open quickly. Her mortification was complete, because standing there waiting to use the bathroom was, yes you guessed it, the Adonis. Fuck!!! Just her luck. She rolled her eyes upwards and hurried past him to get back to her seat. Sinking down into the soft seat, she decided her best course of action was to close her eyes and feign sleep. Yes, that was the plan. Her relaxed body was in no mood to challenge that decision and soon she found herself sighing and turning into the seat. Pretty soon her hand curved up beneath her cheek and she was sighing softly in her sleep. That's how he found her when he slid back into his seat. His eyes narrowed as he watched her chest rising and falling. He knew what she'd gone to the bathroom for, he had heard her and if that wasn't enough, how could he mistake that scent as soon as he walked into it. Funny thing is, he'd felt it as well. As soon as her sweet ass connected into his groin when the plane lurched upwards, he felt the jolt all the way down to the tip of his cock. He had been watching her since she'd gone thru customs, juggling the million and one things she had held in her arms. She was a character, with that short streaked blonde hair, hazel eyes and rosy cheeks. He had noticed everything about her at once – from the short white skirt to the pink lush fullness of her lips. Oh yes, the flight was going to be an interesting one at best. Hopefully she'd be sitting in first class. Thank God, she was. He had moved over towards her as she sat there engrossed in what appeared to be some sort of notes or the other. Alex wasn't the sort of man to be so blatantly obvious in his attentions, and somehow he felt a bit awkward for imposing himself next to her, especially when there were only 3 other people in first class as well. Hell ya only live once he argued with himself as he'd laid his stuff down. Then he'd followed her to the bathroom. Wondering what the fuck had come over him, he waited outside patiently when she was in there. That's when he heard it... omg.... She was inside of there cumming. He could hear her cry out as her orgasm hit her. His cock twitched to life rapidly and he found himself moving closer to the door to listen. She was making these little mewing noises like a cat in heat and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to push his way thru the door, slip her up onto the small sink area and sink his cock into her pussy... hard!! He continued to listen as she gasped for breath and started to move towards the door. Step back quickly, his mind registered the command just in time. She looked up at him and her surprise and mortification was evident for everyone to see. Alex slid into the bathroom and inhaled the scent of her hot little pussy. Damn. He wanted to fuck her. The attraction was there before this, but now, good god, he just wanted to fuck her silly and hear her gasping out loud again. He'd bet she was a screamer. His hand slid down and unzipped his jeans and he reached in and took his cock out. He was gonna have to stroke his dick. And so it began, his hand sliding up and down his shaft, slowly at first, pumping with the adrenaline of the thought of her having just masturbated in here as well. His dick reacted by swelling to mammoth proportions and his hand increased its pace. Imagining her sweet ass grinding back against his hips as he pumped her pussy with his hard dick. He could see himself pushing her down and sliding his hands over her back and then grabbing her hips to pull her back against his hips, impaling her on his hard cock. His balls slapping her tight little ass as he fucked her the way she was meant to be fucked. Good and hard and fast. His balls tightened up as he continued to pump away, loosing track of all time, his mind barely registering that he needed to keep quiet. His dick was slick with pre-cum now and acted as a natural lubricant to increase his speed as he continued to pump his hand up and down his shaft. He was visualizing her there, thighs open wide, fingers in her pussy, pumping in and out and suddenly it wasn't enough, he wanted her, he wanted her here in front of him, bent over and begging to be fucked. That thought drove him over the edge as he felt his load spurt from his body. "Oh fuck yeaaaaaaaa" he moaned out Back in his seat, Alex smiled to himself as he sat there watching her sleep. She's out like a damn light. Poor thing. She must have needed to cum really badly. The overhead cabin lights flickered off and plunged the plane into darkness. Squinting his eyes to get accustom to it, he looked around quickly and noticed that the other three passengers were already nodding off as well. "Mmmmm" she moaned quietly in her sleep and turned towards him, her hand curling against his arm, her fingers softly resting against him. Shit. Alex let his eyes close and struggled to focus his thoughts on something pure and productive. "Fuck" he mumbled under his breath, this is never going to work. Pure my ass! His thoughts were anything but pure right now, in fact, they were pretty much X-Rated and porn related about now. He glanced down at her fingers. She had nice hands – not very feminine but supple and strong looking with a neat French manicure. He shifted in his seat and eased the arm of the chair upwards slowly. He wanted to get closer. Just then the stewardess came around "Sir, would you care for a blanket for you and your companion?" "A Blanket?" "Yes sir" "Umm, yea, thanks, I'd appreciate it" he quickly took it and shook it out covering them both. She had such nice lips, all plump and pink and slightly open as she lay there breathing in and out. He perversely wondered what his cock would look like pumping in and out of her mouth. Her lips slurping down on his shaft, as her tongue worked the tip of his cock. Fuck! He was starting to get hard again. He eased forward some more, the top of his knees brushing against hers. His brain was starting to send some serious messages to his dick. Touch her, touch her, touch her!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! His hand started to react and he inched forward to gently rub his thumb against her arm, sliding it up and down slowly. Her skin was warm and soft. "Mmmmmm" he nearly jumped out of his seat as she moaned softly in her sleep. He peered at her face closely to make sure she was sleeping still and sure enough. There was absolutely no movement in her face. Boldly he continued to stroke her arm gently and inched forward a bit more so that his knee wedged up between hers, pushing her knees apart slightly. "God... should I?" he whispered quietly to himself as he wedged his knee further up against hers, sending her thighs open some more. No one could see what was going on below this blanket and he was suddenly burning up with his urge to touch her. He wanted to feel that pussy against his fingers. He moved in slowly, expecting her to wake up anytime soon and scream the whole plane down. He wanted her screaming yes, but not quite in that manner. Cautiously his hand touched her thigh and he left it there for a few seconds, gauging her reaction or lack thereof. Was it his imagination or did her thighs just open even more. His hand moved up her thighs below her skirt, far enough to feel the edges of her panties. He swallowed hard and sucked in a breath before he plunged forward and pulled her panties to the side. "Oh my fucking gawd" he whispered out loud. She was shaved clean, he wasn't feeling one bit of hair on that pussy. In fact it was just smooth and soft, just like the rest of her body. He slid them forward even more now, unable to stop himself, so far gone in his journey of discovery into her body. That's when he felt it. She was wet. For crying out loud, her pussy lips are wet. Alex's brain registered that what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't seem to stop himself, he wanted more. Wiggling his fingers forward even more, he felt the nub of flesh, her clit. Moving his hand over to cup her mound, he switched fingers and allowed his thumb to start rubbing her clit around in circles. Rubbing it slowly, then quickening the pace a bit, then slowly again. Her chest was starting to rise and fall quicker now, her breathing was getting choppy and erratic. He slid his finger forward thru her slippery fold and began to pump her gently, fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. Oh god, he was a dead man if she woke up now, he didn't want to stop. He wanted to feel her pussy clenching his fingers and milking them, like he expected she would milk his dick. God damn she was tight and hot and the scent of her excitement was driving him insane. He needed to do something about this he thought to himself. That's when he felt it. Her hand was moving. Alex's hand froze and he looked down at her face. Her eyes were wide open, dark and intense. She was watching him closely. What to say, shit!!! What to do!!! Alex's brain was racing a million miles an hour trying to think of how he would talk himself out of this one. Well at least they couldn't put him off the plane, could they??????? Then she spoke "Why did you stop?" "WHAT?" his brain screamed that question out silently He continued to watch her blankly. Marie had felt his touch from the very beginning and was intrigued to see how far he'd take it. She couldn't help her body's reaction to his touch. This man excited her in ways she couldn't begin to believe. This stranger, this Adonis was making her want to strip naked and just fuck him like an animal. God! What was the world coming too. "Oh god" Alex said outloud "Don't stop" she pleaded softly and pushed her hand downwards to rub against his jeans zipper. "I'm so..." he trailed off his apology as he felt her fingers starting to unzip his jeans, then reach in to curl around his stiff dick. She was looking at him now like he was her favorite piece of candy and he suddenly knew where her mind was heading. And damn if his dick wasn't going to co-operate with her. She straightened up a bit and arched her body forward so that she was laying across his lap, with her head close to his crotch. All she had to do was tilt her head to the side and her lips would be... OH MY GOD. "Ahhhhh" he cried out softly as her lips slid down over the tip of his cock. He was already pre-cumming, he was that fucking excited and he sat there mesmerized as he watched his dick disappear into her hot wet mouth. Up and down, slowly, she was gonna kill him with that movement, her tongue licking and slurping him, it was all too much to take in. Alex's hips flexed with each bounce of her head against his dick, a rhythm slowly establishing itself as he fucked her mouth. His fingers were gripping her hair and pushing her mouth down, forcing her to take all 9" of his cock into her mouth. He knew he was hitting the back of her throat and could feel her gagging slightly. He withdrew gently and looked at her "I need to be inside of you" he whispered urgently "NOW" his mind screamed She looked around the cabin and noticed everyone else was sleeping. Slowly she eased her panties down over her thighs and then further down still until they lay on the floor. She bent down and shoved them into her duffel bag and stood up allowing the blanket to pool around his dick. "Meet me in the bathroom" she whispered and moved into the aisle. She walked over to the bathroom and moved inside. Alex quickly shoved his swollen cock back into his pants and strode to the back of the cabin to the bathroom. Knocking quietly he pushed against the door and felt it give to allow him entry. "Are you sure?" he asked her "Yes I'm sure, now get over here" He didn't need anymore convincing and he moved towards her, lifted her up and placed her on the sink area. He watched the surprise on her face as he moved between her legs and unzipped his jeans and pushed them down so that they pooled by his ankles. She watched him as he stroked his cock slowly, back and forth mesmerizing her. "Can I have that?" "You want this baby?" "Yes" "Where?" "I want it deep inside of my pussy!" "You want my cock inside of your tight little pussy baby?" "YES!" "Say it!" "I want your cock inside of my tight little pussy NOW!!" "Mmmmmmmmm" He spread her lips apart and pressed the tip of his dick against her clit and surged forward a bit, rotating his hips as he moved against her. "Ohh" "You like that Baby?" "Fuck, yes yes yes, don't stop, please" His pulse was racing now and his heart sounded like a freight train. The Red-Eye Back Home "Ok you want it? You want my fucking cock baby... yes you want it baby" he surged forward fully and embedded his dick into her hot pussy. Oh my fucking god. She was tight and hot. He started to pump his cock slowly in and out of her and watched as her eyes rolled back and her lips parted in pleasure. Yes his brain screamed out, yes oh fuck yes. His hips started to rotate against hers and he started to pump faster and faster, reaching down between them to touch her clit with his thumb. Flicking her clit and pumping into her faster and faster, he used his free hand to open her shirt and reached forward to pinch her nipples hard. "ahhhhhh" she screamed out "Yes baby, milk my fucking dick, milk it as I fuck you" "Fuck me harder" Jesus the woman was insatiable, he was fucking her hard and she wanted more. Well he was up to the challenge. Alex trust forward and allowed his balls to slap her ass as he rode her harder, increasing not only his pace but the pace of his thumb on her clit. He bent over and started to suck her nipple into his mouth, alternating between sucking and biting her gently as he continued to pump his hard cock into her. "fuckkkkkkkkkkkk" She started to clench around him, her pussy clenching and milking him. Oh fuck he was going to blow his load soon. She reached down and tugged him up towards her and kissed him fiercely, licking his lips and moving inside to suck his tongue. Mimicking the movement of his cock inside of her sweet pussy. Alex's brain was rushing with sensation after sensation and when she ran her fingers over his nipples and squeezed them tightly, his control broke and he fucked her like a wild man. Thrusting her hard against the wall unit of the bathroom, not letting up. Just fucking her and fucking her. "oh shit I'm gonna cum" he cried out "Me too" she panted He raised her hips high and plunged into her one last time and felt his seed burst forth from his body. Burst forth? Fuck... it was more like explode. His cum exploded inside of her as her orgasm hit. Her body tensed and she started to scream out, he covered her screams with his lips and swallowed them into his mouth as he held her tightly. What seemed like hours afterwards, she looked up at him and said softly "well I guess now would be a good time to say Hi, I'm Marie, pleased to meet you" Alex laughed and watched her and tilted his head to one side "Hi Marie, nice to meet you, I'm Alex" She watched him and smiled and then that smiled turned into a small giggle. Pretty soon the both of them stood there laughing at each other and what just occurred. Just goes to tell ya, anything can happen on the red-eye flight. The Red Eye Flight I walked briskly into the airport lounge and slid onto a stool at the bar, placing my backpack on the seat next to me. I had about 30 minutes to kill before my late-night flight back to the east coast took off, so I decided to have a couple of pints over a copy of the Times to take the edge off after my long business trip. After ordering a beer, I took stock of the rest of the bar, checking out the patrons one by one. To my left was a married couple, talking in hushed tones with one another, and further down, an older businessman watching the Sunday night football game. To my right, the bartender was helping a pair of college frat boys, also enjoying the game, no doubt on the way back home from the just-ended term. After draining the last of my first pint a few minutes later, I noticed a woman sitting down at the bar a couple of seats down. She ordered a beer, then leaned over towards me, making eye contact. "Can I see the living section?" she asked, killing my ego completely. "Sure," I mumbled, as my fingers flipped through the paper and found her section. I handed it over, and she gave me a sweet smile before returning to her beer and newfound reading material. Over the next few minutes, my eyes wandered to her occasionally, looking the young woman over. She seemed about my age, in her late 20s or early 30s, with dark – nearly black – hair and eyes. She was pretty short for a woman, and though she didn't have the thin, emaciated body type so popular these days, she wasn't really overweight, either. Dressed for the chill in the late fall air, she was wearing a black sweater, a slate gray knee-length skirt, and high-heeled boots. I returned to my paper and beer, sure that she was not to interested in me, despite my nice outfit – khaki pants, a dark green button down shirt, and brown dress shoes. Lost in my reverie, I failed to notice when the young woman slid up next to me to return the living section. "Ahem," she coughed, trying to get my attention. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," I responded, dumbfounded. "Thanks for the section," the woman said, giving me a look that was more searching than smiling. "My name's Kathy." "Nice to meet you, my name's Jon." And so we made small talk for a few minutes, exchanging a bit of information about each other. She lived in San Francisco, while I was only there for business. We were taking the same flight that night, but her route was the opposite of mine – she was flying to Atlanta for business, while I was flying home. We continued to chat for a while, sharing another couple of beers until we both had a good buzz going. But then, I heard a call over the loudspeaker for boarding to begin. We exchanged quick goodbyes, and wished each other a good flight before parting ways, she to the bathroom and myself to the boarding line. About 15 minutes later, I settled comfortably in my seat on the back row of the coach section. The flight looked to be pretty empty, so I spread out a bit and kicked off my shoes, flexing my sore feet in my gray wool boot socks with black heels and toes. I leaned back in the seat and put on my headphones, relaxing to some classical music. A couple of minutes into my catnap, a hand touched my shoulder, jarring me from my trance. "Is this seat taken?" Kathy asked with a chuckle. "Actually, I've got the window on this aisle." I returned the smile and scooted back to let her pass, and she flopped down tiredly into the window seat. Before long, we had struck up our conversation again, and we barely noticed when the plane went airborne – we had hit it off pretty well. During our chat, she reached down and subtly unzipped her boots, slipping her feet out and revealing her dark striped dress socks. I was digging the view of her in her socked feet and sleek skirt, being a foot and leg man, but I tried not to openly stare at her. When the fasten seat belt sign went off, Kathy unbuckled and slid up next to me in the middle seat as we continued our conversation. With the flight being a red-eye, flight attendants brought by the beverage and snack cart shortly after take off, and then dimmed the lights for the in-flight movie. We both stopped talking for a bit as we started watching the movie, and Kathy leaned over, practically resting her head on my shoulder. "I can't see too well over there," she said with a smile. "You've got the good seat." As I stretched my legs out in front of me while watching the opening credits roll, I felt my foot bump into something and I recoiled. "Oh, sorry," I apologized, when I realized I had bumped Kathy's foot. "No, that's okay, Jon," she replied, then moved her foot back to mine, rubbing it gently with her sock-clad toes. I responded by moving my foot closer to hers and rubbing back, making it clear that I didn't mind playing a nice game of footsie. We sat there for a while with our feet resting on each other's as the movie wound on. The flight attendants finished serving drinks and retired to their seats before their fatigue led most to taking a quick nap. Most of the passengers likewise retired, with only a few staying awake to watch the movie. Before long, Kathy and I had quite a bit of privacy – the nearest passengers were a couple of rows up, and most of them were asleep. At a slow point in the movie, I looked over to Kathy just as she looked at me, and we shared a passion-filled look than can only be shared by two single people long-removed from their last sexual encounter. Figuring what the hell, I dove in and kissed her deeply, and she returned the passionate embrace. We started playing footsie again, our socked feet rubbing against one another in passion as we held and kissed each other. My hands started roaming her body, cupping her B-cup breasts in my hands. Her hands journeyed, as well, squeezing my well-muscled butt. Quiet moans started to escape our lips as my hands slipped under her sweater, squeezing her breasts, and her hands moved around to my crotch, rubbing my growing erection. Then I pulled one of my hands out from under her sweater and put it on her leg, sliding it up the inside of her thigh. My dick was nearly fully erect by the time I reached her panties, which were already moist with her anticipation. I started fingering her through her soft cotton undies, and I could feel her body tense up as I continued my motion. Kathy's hands fumbled with my zipper as I did the same with her panties. Eventually, she had freed my hard, 8-inch cock from my pants and underwear, and I had pulled her panties to the side enough that I could slide my finger into her pussy. As I started finger-fucking Kathy, she began to slowly jerk me off with one hand while rubbing my balls with the other hand. Her tiny hand was dwarfed by my swollen dick – her fingers barely wrapped halfway around it. She continued teasing me with her hands for a while, and I moved my fingers up to her swollen clit. After a couple minutes of that, Kathy started squirming more and more as she got closer to an orgasm – she leaned back in her seat and pulled her legs up, spreading herself wide open. Her feet now rested in front of her on the seat, her toes curled up in pleasure within her socks. The hand that had been rubbing my balls went to her own crotch, now; her fingers slid into and out of her pussy as I rubbed her clit. She continued to jerk me off with her other hand, though, and her pace quickened as she got closer and closer to an orgasm. Her body started bucking in the seat, then, and her legs shot straight out, her socked feet pressing against the seat in front of us. She let go of my cock long enough to cum, and she let out one loud moan that I was afraid the entire plane had heard. After catching her breath, she turned to me and kissed me full on the lips. "Thank you so much, Jon, that was wonderful," she said. I mumbled a quiet "you're welcome" as her tongue began to fill my mouth and her hands once again returned to my crotch. Kathy turned sideways in the seat next to me, sitting sort of Indian style, before extending one of her socked feet to my groin. She ran her tiny, shapely foot over my cock, the soft polyester material of her stocking gliding over my skin. "You like that, don't you baby?" she asked. A breathless "mmm hmm" was all I could manage in response. She stroked her sock-clad foot up and down my dick – it fit neatly into her high arch – a few times, and then slid it down to my bulging sack. Her soft sock tickled my swollen balls as her hand once again started to jerk me off. Then, she pulled her foot away, and pulled her legs around behind herself. She leaned forward, her head near my groin, and concentrated once again on giving me a splendid hand job. Just then, I heard a gasp in front of me. One of the other passengers, a man, had gotten up to go the bathroom in the tail of the plane, and he now stood, paralyzed with shock, even with our row. I saw Kathy lean her head up in surprise, and my jaw dropped open as I saw her blow the young man a kiss and go back to the hand job. He looked at me; I merely shrugged, and he continued on into the bathroom to do his business. About a minute later, the man walked back out of the lavatory, but rather than walking back to his seat, he sat down in the row across from us. It was then that I noticed his pants were still unzipped and starting to droop, and his hand was down his gray boxer briefs fondling himself. "This is much better than the movie," the man whispered, and then pulled his underwear down the rest of the way, revealing his quickly-hardening cock. "Do you mind if I stay and watch?" Kathy and I shared a glance before telling him it was okay, and then she continued playing with my dick. She started to tease me with her tongue in different places – the tip of my cock, my balls, and so on – as she stroked my shaft, and I could tell she wasn't just doing it to tease me. Her sultry eyes glanced up at the stranger across the aisle from time to time to help him along, and he was soon jacking off feverishly from watching us. All of this combined to bring me to the brink of orgasm, and I conveyed that to Kathy, who swallowed the end of my cock to catch my cum. The sight of her jacking me off with her lips wrapped around my dick made our friend cum immediately, and I came shortly thereafter, pumping load after load into her mouth. Kathy swallowed nearly all of it at first, but her mouth filled before I was done so she had to pull back and let my undies catch the rest. The stranger across the aisle zipped up his pants, concealing his now-soaked boxer briefs, and returned to his seat, flashing a smile and a soft "thank you" before leaving. Kathy sat back up next to me, leaning on my shoulder to catch a quick nap as her socked feet once again entangled with mine. We dozed off and on like that until about halfway through the movie, when she awoke with a stretch and a yawn and moved her mouth up next to my ear. "I want you to do me, right now," she whispered throatily, and with that she got up and stepped back into the alcove behind us that housed the rear bathrooms and a small flight attendant station that was now unattended. Thinking she wanted me to meet her in the bathroom for a quickie, I stood up and turned around – and was surprised to see her waiting for me at the back of the small room, in plain view of anyone who looked down the aisle. With the in-flight movie still going strong and the hour getting late, though, nearly everyone was either dozing or engrossed in the film. As I padded up to Kathy in my socked feet, she reached out and threw her arms around my neck, planting a kiss on my lips as she turned me sideways and pressed me against one of the bathroom doors. She stood on her tiptoes to reach my height, and we shared another passionate kiss for several long moments before she pulled away slightly. I looked deep into her lust-filled eyes and was excited by what I saw. "I want you, baby," I said breathlessly, then began planting kisses on her neck, cheeks, and ears. "Mmmmm," she responded, "me too." Then Kathy pulled away from my kisses, and lowered her body to the floor as she kneeled in front of my. Our eyes locked as she knelt, and her socked feet curled back as they extended out behind her. Our shared look was full of passion as she sank onto her knees, bringing her head to the level of my crotch. She reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants – never taking her eyes off of mine – and started rubbing my dick through my thin underwear. After a few moments, she reached inside and grabbed my swelling cock as she pulled down my undies with her other hand, then she took my semi-hard dick into her mouth and began sucking gently. I looked up then, worried that someone might catch us in our coital bliss, but everyone was just as oblivious as before. The flight attendants had disappeared nearly an hour before, and were likely napping as well. Thrilled by the exhibition we were putting on, yet confident that we probably wouldn't be caught, I turned back to Kathy, who was still lightly sucking on my cock. I moved my hands up to her head, running my fingers gently through her hair as I guided her bobbing motion. In just a few moments, my dick was completely hard and I stood on tiptoes in my socks as my feet curled in pleasure. Then Kathy pulled away from my crotch, taking my cock in her hand and jerking lightly to keep me excited. She stood up, leaned close to my face, and planted a hint of a kiss on my lips. "I want to feel this inside me," she whispered, as she jerked harder on my cock once for effect. Kathy stepped back, reached under her skirt, and pulled down her cotton underwear, clearly soaked from our previous encounter and anticipation of the current one. She stepped out of them, caught them on the end of a sock-covered foot, and flicked them onto the seat in one smooth motion. Then she turned around, bent at the waist, spread her legs, arched her feet and back, and braced her hands on the bathroom door in front of her. The sight of this sexy woman spreading her ass and pussy right in front of me, standing on her tiptoes in cute little socks, while an airplane full of people could see us if they were awake, all combined to nearly make me cum right there. But I controlled myself, and stepped up behind her, lining my cock up with her wet pussy. I grabbed her hip with one hand to steady myself, and used the other hand to guide my dick into her waiting lips. She gasped at first, but I inserted my cock slowly, working it up and down as I moved in to lubricate it. With one final thrust, I slid the final length of my dick into her, sending a shudder through both of us. Then I started thrusting in and out, slowly fucking her from behind. We both moaned as quietly as we could while we fucked. I delighted in seeing her high-arched socked feet propping her up as I pounded her, as well as my own feet with my toes curled up inside my gray and black socks. We got closer and closer, and my hands moved to encircle her waist, where I could pump her pelvis in and out in time with my own thrusts. Kathy pulled her sweater up over her bosom and pulled her bra down, revealing her perky breasts enough so she could play with her hard nipples as she neared orgasm. Her tits bounced back and forth as I pounded her pussy, and we both got closer and closer. My balls started slapping against her tight ass as I pounded faster and faster, and our moans started to get louder. "Oh God, yes," Kathy cried as quietly as she could. "Don't stop, baby, keep fucking me. Yes, yes, oh yes, oh God, yes…" My thrusting reached a feverish pace, and the effort I expended made my socks start to slip off of the end of my feet as I gripped the carpet for traction. Then, with a loud moan that Kathy bit off after only a fraction of a second, both of us came. I pumped my load into her swollen pussy, my head swimming from the orgasm. I continued thrusting for a few moments, slowing down as we coasted to a stop. She stood up and turned around, and we kissed again. "Thank you so much, Jon," she said. "I really needed that." "No," I replied. "Thank you." With that, we returned to our seats to catch some sleep before the plane landed.