0 comments/ 20798 views/ 0 favorites Flight Home By: willypaw Exhausted after the five days of the science conference with Emera I was finally seated and headed home. It took what seemed like hours to get through the security check and I could not help but wonder what threat an older professor could be. The security lady did not smile and in fact started to reach for the alarm button when I mentioned the rocket launcher I had concealed in my boxer shorts. The pilot had just announced "..... We’ll be cruising at an altitude of 33,000 feet with and air speed of 480 knots, the weather is clear and we should reach Houston right on time, and thank you for flying World Air.” I glanced at my seatmate who was reading and had just ordered a bloody mary and as I turned to look at her she turned slightly and asked if I travel often. I explained not if I could help it thinking of NY on September llth. This was a lovely well-dressed lady with short skirt and white blouse, which revealed the shape of her generous breasts. She was probably a bit younger than myself. As I paid her a polite moment of visual respect she reached out her hand and said, "Well since we're going to be traveling together for a few hours, my name's Jane". I took her hand, and with a grip one would use to draw in a hand for kissing I replied, "It's nice to make your acquaintance, my name is Dick.” Jane’s drink arrived and while making small talk, I discovered that Jane was a 45-year-old widow whose husband had died three years ago. I remember her saying, "So, enough about me. Tell me about your family.” I described them explaining in some detail my three college educated and professionally employed children and a wife with a teaching degree in mathematics. Also, that we have little or no time for sex so I had to extemporize on occasion. I was hoping this would stop the conversation so I could take a nap. However, upon finishing her cocktail she patted my leg and stated, “you're a very handsome gentleman who shouldn't have any trouble finding ladies." I recall thanking her for the compliment then spending a while longer chatting about other things, until I finally offered with a yawn, "I'm sorry, but I'm really tired, so if you don't mind I think I'll take a little nap" In less than a minute I fell into a deep restful sleep while I guess Jane turned on her overhead light opened her book and started to read. It was during this time her hand that was touching my leg because the armrest had been put back, moved casually into my lap. She mentioned later that almost immediately my cock stiffened until the full erection pushed insistently against the front of my jeans. Jane apparently continued both reading and caressing me at the same time. Jane pulled out a blanket from under the seat and covered both her lap and mine before sliding her hand back to my straining shaft. As I reflect back it was incredible really, here she was feeling the cock of nearly a total stranger, while I, none the wiser, slept. What she really wanted was to unzip that fly and extract his love shaft for her mouth. She could not resist awakening me any longer and with a gentle shaking of my arm she whispered, "Take out your penis, I want to suck you off." "Huh? What? I don’t think I heard you correctly", I murmured and as I awoke, she again shook my arm and in a low but urgent voice repeated the request for me to release my cock, I want to suck you." By now my eyes were wide open and I could feel her hand kneading my shaft through the clothing and almost in a shocked voice I whispered, "Are you crazy, we’re on an airplane full of people, someone might see us." "Don't worry," she whispered hoarsely, "all the lights are out and most are asleep, and besides, I'll slip under the blanket so no one can see I actually have your pecker in my mouth." When he didn't reply, Jane pressed on, "You're hard as a rock, you need to ejaculate and if nothing else I need for you to do it in my mouth, please, let's help each other out, I promise that you won't be disappointed." "I don't know," I stammered. After a brief hesitation after glancing around, I extracted my stiff member from its denim prison and had to admit ... the setting and circumstances were causing an enormous erection. "My god," she sighed while gently jerking on my cock under the blanket, "it is so warm and alive in my hand and so thick too, I'm really going to enjoy this." Jane glanced around the dark cabin to see if any other passengers were paying any attention to them, and when she was sure they were not, she lifted the blanket and plunged my throbbing cock into her hot mouth. I moaned softly as she concentrated on licking and sucking me toward climax and just as my breathing became shallow and inconsistent with me on the verge of an orgasm a hostess tapped me on the shoulder and asked in an icy voice, "and just what do you think you two are doing”. I jerked Jane's mouth from my erection (which could be a dangerous move), and stammered, "Well uh, you see it's like this, she was just uh, I mean she was just..........." "I was giving him a blow job," Jane interjected, "that is until you interrupted us." Her tone was that of someone whose rights had been violated. The female flight attendant was rendered speechless and that allowed Jane to press on, "and now look at him." To make her point she pulled back the small blanket thus exposing my still rock hard wet cock. She continued, "and you expect me to leave the poor man in this condition, what are you anyway, some kind of sadist?” With a look of total consternation the hostess finally stammered, "Well I'm sorry, but I was afraid some of the other passengers might complain." "Do you see anybody watching us," Jane demanded while casually jerking my straining stiff shaft, "because I sure don't." "Well uh, I guess not," the hostess replied softly, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience. She said with hesitation" "That's okay," Jane replied, "how'd you like a little taste for yourself, He’s got an incredibly yummy cock here. Look it is uncut and see how the skin rides up and down.” “Ohhhhh I couldn't," the hostess replied softly but not taking her eyes off my erection. "Why not," Jane shot back, "he's got plenty of juice for both of us, you do swallow don't you, and I don't want to see any of Dick’s cum going to waste" The hostess was now completely flustered by the personal nature that the conversation had taken on and in a small quiet voice she replied, "I don't think that is any of you business." "Well it is if you plan on sucking him off, I found him first, but I'll be happy to share him, and by the way, when's the last time you sucked a big pecker like this?" "Keep your voice down," the hostess admonished, "do you want someone to hear you?" "Not really," Jane replied casually, "but if you don't hurry, I'm just going to have to suck him off by myself." I was in shock and disbelief as I listened to the two women debating the merits of this entire activity. However, this was solved when Jane grabbed the hostess by the arm and physically pulled her face into my crotch. When her face contacted my shaft the hostess automatically opened her mouth and with an experienced motion sucked me in. I sighed as her mouth engulfed me in a most wonderful delicate way. Jane snuggled up and without warning, turned and gave me a deep kiss, while forcing her tongue deep inside my mouth. I was beginning to lose it and by now was to far-gone and only thought about shooting a load into the mouth of the flight attendant. Jane extracted her tongue from my mouth and whispered, "are you about ready to fill her mouth, she really needs it?” I nodded as my body stiffened and a gusher of hot semen was put deep into the hostess’s throat while she continued to pay oral homage to my still half hard cock. Regaining my senses I commented, "I can't believe we just did that, I mean with all these sleeping people around." Jane kissed him again and then offered, "Now don't think for a minute that we're finished Herr Professor, you’ve still got to get me off." "But how," I asked softly? I am a large fellow and could not move in the small airline seat. Jane motions the hostess to stand back and says, "like this," as she quickly stands up and throws a leg over my lap and with perfect timing mounts both me and mine. She had no panties under her short skirt so her pussy was clear to slip right onto my erect shaft which now fully inserted, again stiffens. "You're fucking crazy," I moaned as she worked herself up and down on my huge erection, "we're going to get caught for sure." "Oh shut the fuck up," she says, smiling while rocking back and forth on my thick stump, "we've got little miss cock sucker hostess here to keep the coast clear, so be a good Texan and give this Maine girl the fucking of her life, come on, stud," she gasped, "move your fucking ass and get Jane off" After regaining my train of thought, I shot back quietly, "You're on top Jane do it yourself, besides I could only flex my lower back to her cadence. My personal obligation was to keep my willy stiff and thick.” This was not hard with the feeling of Jane’s pussy fully clenched and sliding up and down the length of it. She began bouncing up and down until without warning she stiffened as if she were electrocuted. The orgasm flowed throughout her whole body while my synchronized second Cumming flowed into her pussy thus giving the sperm she so desperately desired. Nearly the moment we climaxed, the hostess, as she wiped her chin, whispered harshly "Okay now, that's enough, both of you back in your seats and keep your hands to yourselves." Jane twisted back down into her seat and even though looking out the window into the pitch dark her smiling face reflected in the window she said, "How did you like the turbulent flight?" I did not have an answer. Flight Home A soft, unobtrusive chime echoed through the cabin signifying the final departure of the airplane. She crossed her legs and eased back into her first class seat. It was a benefit of a job well done, and a final reward for a week-long stretch in Los Angeles. Her stay had left her with a good feeling of tired accomplishment. Now the return home meant taking a flight home at a rather inhospitable time – the redeye flight. True, it was the last flight out of LAX, but it was still first class and there were a scant number of fellow passengers to interrupt her chances for sleep. As she began to doze off, she noticed a late arriving passenger shuffle past just as the door to the cabin closed. It was a sole businessman struggling to find his seat. At least he looked like a businessman. He was tall – well over six feet. Dark hair slightly slicked back, and what looked like a fairly taut chest under a well cut suit. The stewardess, however, had little sympathy for his rushed state. The stew swiftly guided him to the open seat in her row. She sighed audibly. Maybe sleep would have to wait. "I know…such a pain, but they're pretty strict about departure rules these days," her new companion said. She rolled her eyes a bit and threw her highlighted brown, shoulder-length hair to the side in order to face him dead on. In response, he smiled a hello. The effect was a bit of a shock to her. It had been a while since she had seen an honest smile. They began to talk in earnest, and soon her thoughts of sleep quickly disappeared. Her companion was both charming and a good listener. It was a far cry from her week's assignment. After hours of having to listen and record, finally she could have an ear for her voice. Frankly, it felt rejuvenating. He was involved in her same business, yet he didn't need to talk business. In fact, more than anything else he just wanted to hear about her. "Drinks?" asked the stewardess in a robotic monotone. "Without a doubt," he answered for the both of them. "I'm a sucker for these tiny bottles," he admitted. She laughed freely, and they both shared the first of three drinks. By the end of their third drink, her companion confessed that he needed to grab some sleep during their journey home. She understood and allowed him to turn to his right. She twisted to her left and examined the world from 30,000 feet. She slowly stretched her legs out and reached her arms as high as they would extend. She halted a moment to look at herself in her mind's eye. Her hair swept back thickly from her head. Her eyes were deep and penetrating. Olive skin graced her entire body and was set off stunningly by ruby red lips. As for her body, it drew the stares of men time and time again. Her curves were smooth and alluring, and despite her own critical thoughts, her shape had flamed the desires and fantasies of many an anonymous admirer. More than anything else, she had a fire in her – a passion for life and desire, which at the moment was inexplicably starting to grow. Maybe it was the conversation. Perhaps it was the drinks. Whatever it was, she could feel the telltale beginnings of arousal wind through her. It was not particularly an odd occurrence. Unbeknownst to most, she could have an insatiable thirst for sensual pleasures. On many mornings, a banal shower quickly dissolved into a muscle clenching flurry of self pleasure. Once her soapy hands began to touch her sensitive breasts it was only a matter of moments before they dropped down to her lips to find a wetness not generated by any shower. Sometimes her shower massager would finish the deed. Other times she would finish her shower and spread herself out on her bed. Each touch would bring a seductive moan until her body shuddered with orgasm. Sometimes two. Sitting in her passenger seat, her eyes fluttered shut with the sensory memory of her last orgasm. Orgasm. It had been over a week. Not long for many people, but for her, it felt like an eternity. She could feel the warmth in her face. Tingles started to wind themselves up her legs. Her fists slowly clenched and she could feel a slight shiver breeze across her neck. She had to fight off this feeling somehow. There were at least a handful of hours until her flight landed in O'Hare. She moved forward in her seat in an effort to rearrange her traitorous body. Underneath her conservative blouse she had treated herself to wearing a silky bra outlined with lace. It was emerald and looked stunning on her body. It made her feel both sexy and confident. At the moment, however, the most pressing attribute of the bra was its silkiness. Her movements had caused the bra to ever so slightly slide softly against each of her nipples. Her mouth opened with into a pursed O. There was a silent start as her body drank in the sensations of the silky material teasing her nipples. Her eyes widened and then slowly drooped close as she could feel first her left….then her right nipple harden. When she was particularly aroused, her nipples could get extremely sensitive. She had once read an article how certain women could orgasm just from nipple stimulation alone. She silently smiled at that. The concept of somebody just lapping at her nipples for hours sounded like a fantastic idea. First slowly and then with warm urgency until she would explode in orgasm. Orgasm. There was that word again. She swallowed to herself. Her thoughts turned to her last lover. It had been a long time, and the relationship was certainly less than perfect. She could remember bits and pieces of glory though. One of which was a session of lovemaking that had made her knees weak for days and still fueled sessions of her self-pleasure sessions. She remembered the length and girth of his cock that night. Cock….she laughed to herself. It wasn't like her to use such language. But that was exactly what it was. Firm and jutting from his body. She was already excited from an extended session of kissing with him that night. She could almost feel the first gasp of penetration. Her combination of excitement and abandon. Then she remembered him slowly picking up the speed of his thrusts. Finally, she could recall her finger softly toying with her clit as he continued to enter her. Her orgasm came almost as a shock. Ripping through her body and then swiftly chased away by a second orgasm. Her pleasure built upon itself until it just flooded out around her. It was a good night. Orgasm. Had her last been in the shower? She thought so. She wanted so badly to be able to stride nude into her shower and tend to herself. The feeling of excitement in the pit of her stomach. The tingles that would pulse through her body. The tip of her fingers finding wetness…then delicate curves….then spiraling, clenching release. She took in a quick breath in her seat. Whatever had her worked up was really powerful. She doubt she would need much time…when she finally had the chance. Her thighs involuntarily squeezed together and suddenly she was aware of her clitoris. She could feel that she was already fully aroused. The silk of her panties clung tightly to her mound almost like a hand caressing her. The clenching of her thighs had caused her lips to open ever so slightly. She was surprised at how wet she felt. Slowly her mind began to review her sexual history in erotic flashes. Various memories of masturbation and sex. Her mind focused on the memories that ended in strong orgasms. Orgasms that would result in curled toes and nipples harder than she could imagine. Orgasms. Her mind was behind her control now. Her thoughts flickered to wonder if she had inadvertently drunk some sort of aphrodisiac. The heel of her shoe began to clatter quietly as she tapped her leg up and down. Oh that was a mistake, she thought. The movement of her legs merely increased the growing feeling between them. The friction caused more pressure to flick against her clit. In turn, she leaned forward and sucked in a breath of air through ruby lips. Her eyes flickered about the cabin. One could hear a pin drop as most of the few travelers had already surrendered to sleep – including her newly made friend. He slept softly next to her and she smiled and paused to look at his face. The pleasant calm of his face relaxed her a bit. He had really been a nice conversationalist and was most likely a decent guy. Her eyes roamed over his suit and admired the way it fit him. She was just about to forget about her arousal when her eyes came to rest on his lap. Her hand literally flew up to her mouth to cover an audible gasp. Through his suit pants she saw the outline, of what looked like, an erect cock. The outline was both thick and long. From her estimation it looked to be about 7 inches or longer. The thickness took her back as well. The shape was that of a paper towel dowel, maybe 2 inches thick. Her mouth watered and her eyes narrowed. Almost immediately, her eyes flicked up to the empty lavatory in first class. She felt wetness dampen her panties, and she knew she did not have a chose. She had to come. Now. She rose on unsteady legs and quickly squeezed out into the aisle past her slumbering companion. She could feel her legs wobbly in her heels as she walked calmly to the lavatory. Her head turned from side to side expecting eyes to be burrowing into her. She saw none. Another breath. With a soft click, she was in the lavatory. The small light flickered on and she could see her face. "Wow," she said to herself. Her hair was in a soft cloud around her face. There was a flush around her cheeks and her eyes and lips all but dripped sex. Still watching herself in the mirror, she drew her hand slowly down her blouse and unbuttoned it to her waist. Nervous fingers grasped at the front of her bra and popped open the clasp. Her breasts spilled out from the confines and she took in a ragged gasp. Her fingers found hard nipples. She dragged her palms over her nipples, igniting fires in her stomach and lower. She refocused her eyes on her face and she wet her fingers. Using her slick fingers, she began to caress first her right, then her left nipple. She could feel her nipples grow even harder and the sensitive stiffness seemed to be connected directly to her buzzing clit. After fully arousing both nipples she now was ready. She quickly drew down her slacks and pants in one swift motion. Her hands smoothed down her stomach and across her closely trimmed mound. Both hands slipped over her wet lips and her fingers teased herself. Her tongue involuntarily licked her lips as her hands caressed her nether lips. Her finger tips started soft rotations on her lips. She could feel her back arch as the feelings doubled within her. She could no longer wait. Her right finger curved over her mound and slowly sunk into her pussy. Her eyes looked forward and then fluttered shut as she drank in the feelings radiating from her loins. Her left hand dropped down to her clit. She begun a combination that always sent her body shaking. One finger penetrated her as she firmly and slowly touched her clit. A second finger joined the first already inside her pussy. Her thighs began to shake a bit and she knew she was close. Then a knock. It startled her immediately. She withdrew her hands but then come a response that she would never be able to explain in all her coming years. She said softly, "come in." The fates were with her. It was her once slumbering companion. He quickly slid in through the door packing both of them in the tight space of the lavatory. He touched a finger to her chin and said "I could hear you. I thought I could join you." She answered with a passionate kiss that created a sexual image in the small mirror. She disengaged from him and turned around pressing her ass into his crotch. She turned around and smiled, "I'm ready." For his part, he was ready too. She could see his thick cock already freed from his pants. He began to trace the stiff head across her lips and teased her clit with his shaft. He felt fingernails grasp at his thighs. "No teasing," she gasped, "now….now….now." She first felt the head slip into her tight pussy. He was big. Thick and the sensation was mindnumbing. She could feel the shaft begin to slowly sink into her. She drooled as the shaft continued to pleasantly stretch her insides. For the last inch she pushed up on her tiptoes. As he bottomed out, she smiled. He was perfect not too big not too small. Then he stroked back and forth. Achingly slow. Dragging out each sensation. Her mind was becoming mush. Then it clicked. She could feel her orgasm growing in her. Building like a snowball threatening to burst forth. He chose that moment to increase his speed. Her mouth broke into an enormous grin as she drank in the incredible feelings his cock was producing in her pussy. She fought to contain her vocal response to small mewings. Then his hand moved in front of her mound. His fingers found her achingly erect clit. Her ass began to quiver. Her thighs shaked. Nothing else mattered. Then orgasm. Once it started there was a brief instance of pause right before the explosion. She could feel the universe unravel during that moment. Then it all came rushing back. Starting with her nipples and clitoris. Then radiating out to ever molecule of her body. As an afterthought, she could feel her companion orgasm thickly into her. The sensation set off a series of minor earthquakes within her. Panting deeply she finally regained her composure. After what seemed like an eternity she heard yet another knock. If she had any energy left, she would have stiffened. Instead she heard the voice of the stewardess whisper, "clean up guys you have 40 minutes until O'hare." Flight Home She looked down at her watch, and back up at the big display board on the wall. "Ten more minutes," she said to herself, then briskly walked away from the board, towards the luggage drop off. Staring at the bags going round and round on the carousel, she waited. "Oh! There's one, excuse me, excuse me," she said, squeezing past the crowd of people by the carousel to snag an orange bag off the line. Setting the bag down, she immediately spotted another bag, his green military duffel bag. She grabbed that quickly and added it to the orange bag. "Hmm, one more, I think..." she mumbled to herself, standing patiently with the bags, trying to avoid the other people pushing past her to get to the front of the crowd. Closing her eyes for a minute, she leaned against the bags for a bit of support. It had been a long six months. Sure, after the first two or three, the time seemed to go by faster, especially after she had gotten a job, but it still wasn't fast enough for her. Now, finally, the day had come for her sweetheart to come back home, to her. She was so excited, and a little anxious, to see him. The noise of the crowd blended together, creating a dull roar of background noise, lulling her to sleep on her feet. She heard the footsteps of strangers come and go past her, sometimes stopping to wait near the luggage carousel for their own suitcases, and some just walking past her to some other destination. A pair of booted feet clomped her way, and she heard the person stop somewhere behind her. Then suddenly she felt a pair of hands grab her sides from behind, and she nearly screamed out loud, but instead gave a startled yelp and jumped slightly. Whirling quickly around to face the stranger, she was about to give him a piece of her mind, then stopped, her mouth slightly open, when she noticed who it was. "Jake!" she squealed, seeing his familiar face, then launched herself at him. He caught her in his arms, twirling her around a few times, and hugging her close. Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, he put her down, smiling at her. "Anne, you look beautiful. Oh, and I got the other bag," Jake added as an afterthought, holding a black suitcase up to show her, "so we can get out of here." Anne grinned back at him, glad of the compliment. He had seen the dress on the webcam when she bought it, but the snug black fabric still brought out a great reaction from him. She wore black heels to go with the dress. He was wearing his usual black Dickies and a tan colored tshirt, with his tan combat boots. The pants seemed a bit loose on him, though, but she knew he had lost weight while he was there. Anne had trimmed down a bit herself while he was gone, and she was proud of herself for the accomplishment. He picked up the green duffel bag, and she grabbed the orange backpack, pulling out the extendable handle, and rolling it behind her. Finally, she thought as she walked slightly behind him, enjoying the view, they could both go home. *** As Jake walked out the automatic sliding doors, he stopped outside to wait for Anne. "Come on, slowpoke," he teased. "You get up in front, you know where the truck is," he added, grinning at her. She stuck her tongue out at him briefly, then gave him a quick kiss as she passed by him. "You just want to watch the nice view," she mock-scolded over her shoulder, then wiggled her butt at him, laughing. "So?" he answered simply, goggling at her luscious behind. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, I'm glad you got those dresses. That one fits you very well," he said, his voice a deep rumble. She said nothing in reply, but walked a little faster, her hips swaying a little more with her longer stride, and he shook his head, laughing, then picked up his pace to catch up to her. Anne stopped at the back of the truck, setting the bag down. "Let me open it real quick and you can pop the bags in," she said, then hurried to the driver's door, heels clicking in the cool night air of the nearly empty parking lot. Reaching in, she turned the key just enough so the power would come on, and rolled down the back window. The radio came on, too, country music filtering through the truck. "Ok, you can put them in now." While he was throwing his bags in the back of the truck, she moved some of the stuff off the seats. She had bought a few things before picking him up, so she wouldn't have to make any side trips after they left the airport. Nothing was perishable, so it was safe to leave it in the car for a prolonged period of time. She moved her purse to the front of the console, then stretched over the front seat to reach the plastic bags in the passenger seat, one foot slightly off the ground. As she was relocating the bags, Jake called to her from the back. "Hey, you can close the window now." Reaching back, she closed the window, then went back to moving the rest of the bags. "Jake, are you going to drive back home, or do you want me to drive? I know you're probably tired, so...hey!" she yipped, surprised when he grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him, until she could feel him press into her soft behind. She groaned slightly when she felt the hard outline of his rigid cock pressing against her soft flesh, and it didn't help matters when he started rubbing slowly against her. "Jake," she gasped, trying to breath normally, "what are you doing?" He chuckled darkly, and she turned to look back at him, and saw the mischievous smile on his face. "What do you...THINK...I'm doing?" he said, thrusting hard against her when he said 'think'. She groaned a little louder as she was pushed further on the seat, and now she was practically laying down, her bum sticking out of the truck, head resting on the console. She giggled a little, then sighed at his obviously overflowing hormones. "Honey, we're still in the airport, for heaven's sake, we can't do anything right now..." she tried to explain, then trailed off when his hand slid under her dress, creeping towards the outline of that tempting ass. "Tsk tsk tsk, what a naughty little girl you are, not wearing any underwear..." he growled softly, and she could feel his cock pulse happily in response to this new discovery. Anne moaned when she felt Jake caress the bare flesh of her ass, then he moved his hands to the front, exploring her soft, warm body. His hot, rough hands skimmed over her mound, and trailed up her stomach, to her breasts. "Ah, and no bra either," he said, and she could hear the predatory smile in his voice. "Now, what was it you were saying about not being able to do anything? Obviously you were wanting me...to do something...since you aren't wearing anything underneath this dress," he whispered in her ear, nipping and licking at the sensitive lobe, making her shiver slightly underneath him. "Jake, you're driving me nuts, stop it. We can't do anything here, it's a public airport, what if someone walks by and sees us?" she said, her heart racing. "Mmm, you DID ask me if I wanted to drive..." he laughed lightly. "You know that's not what I meant...ahh..." she moaned in midsentence as one of his hands slipped back down between her legs, the other cupping one of her breasts. He leaned forward, pressing his body into hers, so she couldn't get up, his throbbing cock trapped between them. He let the tips of his fingers trail against her slit, and he wasn't too surprised that she was already wet. "I think your body is telling me something different," he said softly, nibbling her neck. "Ohh, Jake...let me turn around, I want to see your face." He reluctantly pulled away to let her adjust. She straightened up, pressing her body against his for support, looking up at him with an evil grin, then turned around and pushed the driver's seat all the way back, as far as it would go, then lowered the back until it touched the seat behind it. He grinned back at her. "I like the way you think, woman." He said appreciatively, and she laughed. "Climb on up, honey, this'll be a night to remember," she purred, patting the cushion. Happy to oblige, he hopped up in the seat, his hands going to his belt, but she slapped them away. "Nuh uh, not yet. You wanted this so bad, you're going to have to wait." She scolded, then smiled at him. Slowly, she got in the truck with him, moving his limbs around a bit so she could close the door. "I'd hate for the battery to die," she explained, a sheepish smile on her face. He mumbled something incoherent in response, as she slid her sexy little body against his. His hands went back under her dress, roaming her body freely, and she leaned further into him, pressing her lips softly against his. He responded, kissing her back, his tongue probing between her lips gently for entry, and she parted them, darting her own tongue out to meet his, tasting him for the first time in six long months. She growled in frustration at that first taste, and kissed him harder, pulling his body closer to hers, wanting more. He growled back, his hands no longer roaming, one on her plump asscheek, the other stroking her slit, making her moan and grind against the tormenting hand. "Oh, god, I missed you so much, Jake." She mumbled against his lips, rocking slightly against him with each stroke. "I missed you too, baby, I missed you too," he said hoarsely. He released her buttcheek and replaced it with a breast, kneading the soft flesh, pinching the hardened nipple gently between his fingers, teasing her naked flesh. Unable to bear it any longer, she pulled away from him slightly so she could unbuckle his belt and unzip him. She heard Jake's sharp intake of breath when she reached in to pull his throbbing penis out, and she gave him a catlike smile. "You like that, baby?" she purred, slowly stroking his rigid member up and down, occasionally lingering at the head, rubbing his precum around the smooth crown. He snarled in response, a carnal look in his gaze. She leaned forward again, capturing his lips once more, still stroking his hard cock slowly between them. He kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip gently, then thrust his fingers deep inside her without warning. "Oh!" she cried out at the sudden movement, automatically trying to move back and withdrawal the fingers, but his other arm held her tight against him. He moved his fingers in a fast 'come hither' motion, sending her bucking against him, and moaning loudly despite their current location. She was still holding his hard cock, in a rather tight grip, but no longer stroking, mesmerized by what he was doing to her. "Anne," he whispered, "please, I want you...I want to be inside you, right now..." he groaned, unable to take her writhing body on top of him, and her moaning in his ear any longer. She kissed him one more time, then pulled away, releasing his cock, and reaching over to the passenger seat. "What are you doing?" he asked her, quirking an eyebrow. She dug around in her purse for a moment, found what she was looking for, and straightened back up in the seat, waving a foil package in his face. "You know you probably won't last long, since it's been a while, and you're so...excited," she said, smiling, "and I also don't want to make a mess," she added, a slightly pouty look on her face. He grinned, giving her a long, slow kiss to take that look off her face, then leaned back and waited. Slowly, she opened the foil package, then pulled the condom out, and rolled it down the length of him, taking her time. He tried not to show his impatience throughout this entirely too slow process, and he barely just managed, but she still knew how he felt. Besides, that was half the fun, she thought to herself. Once that job was done, she raised herself up slightly, with him holding her dress out of the way, and guided him inside her. They needed no lube, for she was plenty wet herself to solve that problem. He groaned when she settled herself on top of him, and he was completely buried inside of her. She gasped slightly when she felt his penis throb inside her. "Oh, shit..." he whispered, his voice so low she could barely hear him. "That feels sooo good, Anne...damn, you're tight...mmm..." he moaned, trying to control his unpredictable orgasm. She stayed still on his lap for a moment, waiting for him to adjust to the feeling, and reel in his wayward hormones, so he could control his orgasm better. Once she noticed he had better control of himself, she started rocking back and forth against him, keeping a slow, steady rhythm. "Yeah, just like that..." he whispered, his eyes half closed and slightly glazed over. While she moved slowly on top of him, she kissed and nibbled her way up and down his neck, to his ears, and back to his lips, making him thrust his hips in the air, begging her to go faster. Eyes closed, she shook her head, a barely perceptible motion, continuing her slow pace, enjoying the feel of his throbbing, rock hard penis sliding in and out of her. Oh, how she missed that wonderful feeling, of being filled completely with her lover, his arms wrapped tightly around her... Her eyes flew open, a gasp escaping her lips, when his talented fingers found her clit, and started rubbing vigorously. She cried out from the unexpected sensation, her hips moving faster of their own accord. "T-that's c-cheating," she gasped, barely able to speak, due to his teasing, stroking fingers. "There's no such thing as cheating when it comes to this, sweetheart," he replied through slightly clenched teeth, while she rode him hard and fast. He could tell she was getting close, he could feel her pussy muscles convulsing around his dick, nearly making him lose what little control he had left. Knowing she was about to come without her having to tell him, he stopped rubbing her clit, grabbed her hips, and pulled her roughly up and down his hard shaft, helping her go faster without dislodging himself. Anne was constantly moaning now, her breathing ragged, pounding into him as hard as she could, sucking and nibbling on his earlobes, then his lips, going back and forth between the two, getting closer and closer to the edge with each slick thrust. "Ohh, fuck, Anne, I'm about to...to cum...oh, shit," he cried out. "Oh, yes, baby, cum inside me, I'm almost there..." she whispered, her hands wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life. That one whispered sentence undid the last thread that held him back, and cum erupted out of his cock, spurting the thick, white liquid into the condom. "Oooohh," she cried, bucking against him, as her own orgasm overtook her when she felt the cum moving down his shaft and filling the condom. They held each other tightly for a moment, her pussy muscles milking the remainder of cum out of his softening cock. They kissed each other thoroughly for a few moments, letting their own orgasms abate slightly. After a while, Anne moved off Jake's lap, letting his spent cock slip out of her dripping hole, slapping wetly against his thigh. She giggled, then removed the used condom, rummaged through her purse again, and pulled out a worn blue towel, first wiping herself off, then handing it to him so he could clean up. Opening the door, she climbed out of the truck, holding onto the door for support, as her knees were a bit wobbly from the position she had been in. She pulled her dress back down, straightening it so it would properly cover herself. Tossing the wrapper and contents in a nearby trashcan, she walked over to the passenger side, opened the door, and hopped in. As he zipped up his pants, he looked at her with a slight smile on his face. "I guess I'm driving, huh?" She smiled back at him, buckling her seatbelt. "You said it, sweetheart." And they both were laughing as he pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home. Flight Home The flight back to Denver was normally a rather boring one. This was getting old, flying from New York to Denver every Friday night just to listen to a wife that was complaining that I was never there, but never complained when she saw the check. She had spent more money in the past 5 months since I took this position than she had in the 2 years we had been married. I tried to tell myself that it was because I was out of town and she was trying to make things nice for me. But for the life of me I couldn't tell where the money was going. I saw no new furniture, the kids didn't have new toys, and there was barely anything in the account. What was going on, where was the money going? I could not help but wonder if perhaps she had a gambling problem, or perhaps worse, a drug problem. That was it I was going to settle this problem once and for all when I got home tonight. I had only agreed to this job because I knew I could make the money, pay the bills off and move the entire family out to New York, yet this morning when I looked into the balance of the checking account, once again we were overdrawn. It had to stop and it had to stop now. Thoroughly annoyed already, I treated myself to a few drinks at the Airport Lounge, no we couldn't afford it after what I saw this morning, but what the hell, it was time for me to have a little fun with the money that I had earned. By the time we boarded the plane, I was a little more than relaxed physically, but still madder than hell mentally. How was I going to handle this, I kept running different scenario's through my head when suddenly I stopped thinking about the problems at home and couldn't help but think about that luscious woman sitting just across the aisle from me. I hadn't noticed her before, as she was covered in a blanket, apparently sleeping, but now she had turned around and I could see her beauty. Laying there with her arm down beside the seat, her blouse partially opened, I could see most of her left breast as it was ready to fall from the restraints of that silky black blouse. I just noticed that her left hand was inserted below the waistband of her skirt. Now I could see her lips pursed and I could hear a soft moan coming from her lovely lips. Instantly a life force returned to my pants that had been missing for 5 months, the last time I was able to be intimate with my wife. The erection grew to a noticeable size and felt like it was about to leap from my crotch. Geez, I had not felt such lust since high school, and it took all the control I had to keep me from jumping from my seat and ravishing that fine body of hers. I don't know if it was the frustration of failing finances, the drinks from before, or just the pure adrenaline watching her. Asking the stewardess for a few more drinks and receiving them only after slipping her an extra $50.00 I finally gathered the inner strength to cross the aisle. Sitting in the vacant seat next to her, I could smell the sex that was wafting from her skirt; she was obviously pleasuring herself before she passed out. As I caught my eyes wandering down her breasts to her skirt, her hand which I had gently moved fell into my lap. As pleased as I was, I was also getting nervous now. What if she woke up, what if she screamed, what if...oh the hell with the what if's I will simply sit here and enjoy it while it last. Pulling the blanket over us both as to not draw attention, I reached down and unzipped my pants, allowing my cock to spring forth, landing into her hand. I lifted my hands back above the blanket so as to look innocent, which I was far from. Tilting the seat back, and lowering the food tray to hide my erection, I was pleasantly surprised when I felt a soft grip around my cock, I was even more pleased when I felt her begin to stroke my cock with her petite hands. Closing my eyes as if sleeping, I could feel her lift my arm around her head so that my left hand resting on her breast, feeling her hard nipple under my finger. Anyone walking by would have simply seen what appeared to have been a married couple napping on a flight home, or perhaps a vacation somewhere, no one would have guessed that these two strangers were partaking in this adulteress act. Still feigning sleep, I tried to pull my lovers head closer to my lap. There was resistance, thinking that I was not going to ruin this good thing I stopped. To my dismay, she removed her hand from my hard cock and rolled over to her left side. What an idiot, here I was getting a wonderful hand job and I had to fuck it up. As I was beating myself up mentally, I felt her hand reach behind her, and pull me towards her, trying to roll me onto her. Gently rolling to her left, my cock rubbed against her silky skirt, oh the touch almost made me lose it. I felt her hand grab me again, and again she was stroking my cock, I realized that she simply wanted to be a bit more discreet. How relieved I was to know that I was going to be treated to this hot stranger get me off. I never would have dreamed what happened next. She slid her skirt up, and I felt her pull my cock against her ass cheeks. Oh my god, could this be happening to me? When I felt her slide up and the head of my cock touched the puffy lips of her pussy, I knew I was in heaven. She guided my cock into that tight pussy; it was so hot and tight. My cock slid into that velvety hole with such ease, being sucked in as she tightened the muscles, drawing me in tightly. My hand slid under the blanket gripping her hips. Sliding into her and then withdrawing, with the long gentle strokes, I could feel her tighten up around me, she pulled my free hand to her mouth and began suckling my fingers as if she were licking my cock, I could tell she was stifling the moans as she began to orgasm, her teeth clenching on my fingers, the pain was well worth the pleasure she was giving me, I could feel my own orgasm building inside of me. At this moment, after it was far too late, I was feeling a twinge of guilt about what I was doing, yet I could contain myself no longer as I began to spew my load of thick cum into her tight pussy, holding her tight against me, we both laid there feeling our bodies shutter as we heard the Captain speak overhead "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now approaching the airport in Denver, please return your seats and tray tables to upright positions and ensure your seat buckles are securely fastened. Thank you for flying with us today, and we hope you enjoyed your flight." If he only knew how enjoying it was. I leaned into her and started to ask her name, when her finger, still moist from her own juices, came to my lips...She simply said "shhhh....not to worry, return to your seat" Pulling my now spent cock back into my pants, and composing myself, I returned to my seat and buckled up. Trying to gather my thoughts about what had just happened, I tried to keep in mind that it was something that would never happen again, hell we would never see each other again. When the plane landed, she quickly gathered her bags and left the plane, I reserved myself that I had received a special treat and that I should not even consider chasing her, my wife and kids would be waiting at the gate, so its best I just forget about her and continue with my life. I still had other problems to deal with, this would just add to the fire. Composing myself, putting her out of my mind I thought to myself that at least I got some tonight; I wouldn't have to worry about the wife's constant teasing but no treating. As I walked through the busy terminal, I couldn't believe my eyes, I looked beside my wife, and there was this luscious stranger speaking to my wife. "Johnny," she said innocently, "meet Lisa, she and I went to college back in Maine. I hope you don't mind, but she is going to stay with us for a few weeks." Normally this is just one of the things that would set me off, but in this case I gathered the straightest face I could muster and reached my hand out, "Glad to meet you Lisa. It will be a pleasure to have you in our home." Winking, Lisa said "I am sure the pleasure was, um, will be all mine."