5 comments/ 40941 views/ 4 favorites A Flight to Remember By: ilovegirls420 I could feel her hand rubbing my ass as we moved up in the security line at the airport. I also felt my pussy starting to get wet. I couldn't wait to get on the plane. Karla and I both knew what was about to happen and she was just getting me ready. Karla was my best friend and we had been planning this trip for months. We went through security then went our separate ways. The plan was to board like we didn't know each other then "meet" and fuck. Tracy took a seat by the window, where she kicked her shoes off and relaxed while she waited for Karla to join her. Tracy was interrupted from her thoughts when she heard a soft voice ask, "Is this seat taken?" "Ah no, as a matter of fact it's not, please...sit down." "My name is Karla." "Hello Karla. I'm Tracy." After exchanging pleasantries, they talked about their jobs, with Tracy telling Karla that she had a sexy ass secretary she was dying to fuck. Tracy knew Karla liked it dirty and she tried to deliver. The stewardess walked over, telling them that they were about to take off. Once they were airborne, Karla got up and walked over to the stewardess handing her something. Karla returned to her seat telling Tracy she asked the stewardess to make sure they weren't disturbed, just in case Tracy "wanted to get some sleep". Karla sat down a little closer to her this time, their bodies slightly touching. Tracy loved the feeling of the warmth of Karla's body next to her, it was somehow erotic. Tracy closed her eyes, not really trying to go to sleep, just more or less relaxing. After several minutes had passed, Tracy sensed Karla's leg was pressing against hers, and she could hear Karla cooing softly. This was moving painfully slow, but both women were so turned on it would be worth it. Tracy opened her eyes to find Karla had taken off her jacket, and she had unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, allowing her to slip her hand down inside her blouse. Tracy could see that Karla's fingers were beneath her bra, and she was toying with her nipples, moving her fingers over them, and pinching them between her fingers. Tracy felt her sex beginning to gush juices as she watched Karla's hand move further into her blouse, caressing her breast, as her head tilted back, her eyes closed. Tracy's own nipples were beginning to grow even harder, pushing against the fabric of her blouse, as she watched Karla's body start to shudder. Suddenly Karla opened her eyes and looked over at Tracy who was smiling. Karla smiled, looking into Tracy's eyes. She relaxed, moving her hand away, leaving Tracy's hand to rest on her breast. Tracy began to unbutton some additional buttons on Karla's blouse, when she smiled and stopped her saying, "Hold on, I'll be right back." Then Karla got up and went to the back of the plane. While she waited for Karla to return, Tracy looked around, and then pulled up her skirt and quickly removed her panties, sticking them in her coat pocket she had draped over the seat in front of her. No sooner had she straightened up, than Karla returned. "Where did you go?" Tracy asked. "Oh, Nowhere." Karla then looked up at Tracy and smiled, then she noticed Karla had removed her bra, and her nipples were clearly visible through her thin silk blouse. Karla sat back down next to Tracy, and Karla spread her legs to show she was also no longer wearing underwear. And she was soaked. Both women looking into each others eyes, but not saying a word...they didn't have to. Karla's body was pressed against Tracy's as Tracy placed her hand on Karla's arm. Slowly Tracy moved her hand up Karla's arm, as Karla leaned back into the seat, her eyes closed as Tracy's hand inched ever closer to Karla's breasts. Tracy traced her fingernail around Karla's nipples, through her blouse, causing Karla to gasp, her nipples becoming even harder. Tracy unbuttoned two more buttons on Karla's blouse, pushing it open and sliding her hand inside, cupping Karla's breast in her hand. Tracy felt the warmth of Karla's breasts, as she caressed and gently squeezed them, teasing her nipples and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. Karla's breathing was becoming heavier by the second, as her arousal grew in its intensity. Karla moved closer, as Tracy put her arm around her, sliding her hand back into Karla's blouse, caressing her breast, as she started unbuttoning the buttons on the front of Karla's skirt with her other hand. Tracy eased her hand up Karla's thigh, while marveling at Karla's naked sex. Her pussy was beautiful, her lips full and wet, her clit swollen and needing attention....attention that Tracy was only to happy to supply. Tracy's own sex was awash with her lustful juices as her finger touched Karla's wet lips. Karla gasped again, this time smiling as she whispered, "Yes, yes...touch me. Touch my pussy." Tracy teased Karla's lips, barely touching them, which only made Karla want her more. Finally, Tracy eased her finger into Karla's warm sex, working it around, exploring as Karla cooed softly, as she reached over and caressed Tracy's breasts, unbuttoning Tracy's blouse and slipping her hand inside Tracy's blouse. Tracy eased another finger into Karla's pussy, spurred on from her own arousal as Karla teased her nipples, causing the fires of Tracy's lust to explode into an intense passion. Tracy worked Karla's pussy, rubbing her clit with her thumb as Karla's arousal was about to explode in an intense orgasm. Suddenly Karla's hand squeezed Tracy's breast, as her body stiffened...she was cumming over and over as Tracy placed her lips to hers, giving Karla the most passionate kiss she could. As Karla's orgasm slowly subsided, Karla sat up, placing her hand on Tracy's thigh. Now Tracy was the one leaning back in her seat as Karla moved her hand up Tracy's thigh, her fingers touching her wet pussy. Tracy practically ripped her blouse open, begging Karla to suck her nipples. No sooner had the words past her lips, then she felt Karla's lips on her breasts. Karla's finger danced inside Tracy's pussy, taking her places only another woman could, while Karla sucked Tracy's nipples, teasing them with her tongue. Tracy could hardly breath she was so aroused. Karla kissed her way up Tracy's neck, placing her lips on Tracy, their tongues dancing an erotic dance as Karla took Tracy to the edge, as Tracy started to cum, the orgasm sweeping over her as her body shook, and shuddered. Once Tracy had stopped cumming they heard the pilots voice over the intercom saying they would be landing in fifteen minutes, and to buckle their seat belts. After landing Karla and Tracy went to pick up their baggage. Karla handed Tracy a card saying, "Here's my phone number and address, just in case you might want to give me a call sometime." Tracy looked at the card and laughed. Karla laughed, "Would you like to stop by, and come in for a glass of wine?" "Yes of course," Tracy replied. Tracy followed Karla into the building asking what floor she lived on. Once inside her apartment, Tracy had no sooner placed her luggage by the door, than Karla spun her around, pinning her against the wall, kissing her, and tearing at her blouse. Tracy could hear the buttons from her blouse hitting the tile entry way. Tracy was overcome with lust, never had she had anyone attack her like this....it was so fucking erotic. Tracy tore at Karla's blouse, listening to the fabric rip as the two women ravaged one another. Karla grabbed Tracy's arms, raising them above her head, as Karla kissed her neck and throat, working her way down to Tracy's nipples, taking them in her mouth, biting them to the point that it was becoming painful, yet so fucking erotic. Finally Karla let Tracy's arms go, unzipping Tracy's skirt, practically yanking it form Tracy's body. Karla kissed her way down Tracy's stomach, running her tongue through Tracy's neatly trimmed bush, then taking Tracy's clit between her lips and sucking it as Karla slid as many fingers as she could into Tracy's pussy. Tracy was moaning and panting, as Karla devoured Tracy's sex. Licking, kissing and sucking her clit and pussy, as one powerful orgasms after another surged through Tracy's body. Tracy grabbed Karla by the hair, pulling her to her feet, thinking that she could play the rough sex game as well. Once Karla was standing, Tracy pulled her head back, running her tongue over Karla's neck, placing her strong thigh, between Karla's legs. Tracy kissed her way down Karla's neck, pushing her thigh into Karla's sex, as she took Karla's nipples between her teeth, tugging at them, and biting down on them causing Karla to squeal. Karla started humping Tracy's thigh, rubbing her pussy up and down, Tracy's muscular leg. The harder she humped Tracy's leg, the more aroused she became. Tracy removed her leg from between Karla's, leading her over to the couch, where Tracy pushed Karla down. Tracy placed her head between Karla's legs, taking in the aroma of her lust, then she began running her tongue over Karla's pussy, taking her clit between her lips, nibbling her clit like she had her nipples. Karla gasped and squealed as she tugged at her own nipples, begging Tracy to make her cum. Tracy inserted two fingers deep into Karla's pussy, working them as she sucked Karla to another series of strong orgasms. Both women were spent, resting as Tracy returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. A Flight to Remember I'd like to thank jen_litgirl for her editing work and suggestions on this piece. If it's well received I'll write parts II and III. As the city passed by outside the taxi window I thought to myself, it's going to be one hell of a stressful, yet boring day. I was on the way to SeaTac and a flight home. I'd just spent a great week with friends running around Washington State and Oregon. We'd been to the Olympic mountains, Mount Rainier, down to Crater Lake for an evening, and had gone clamming and oystering in Puget Sound. But, the fun was over and it was time to leave. Just so you know, I hate flying, but Tacoma is too far to drive from Scranton, PA. Understand, I'm not afraid to fly, I simply hate it. At 6 foot 5 inches and 226 pounds, economy class seating is downright uncomfortable. Even sitting straight up my knees are pressed against the seat in front of me and if the person leans their chair back, it's painful. I'm also a tight wad and hate to spend money on things I don't think are of value. I can afford a first-class ticket to Washington-Dulles but the price they want for the time in the air is simply not worth that kind of money so I suffer in economy. I made the decision to leave early for the airport and now, sitting in the taxi, I wondered if that was the right alternative. I had the choice of sitting in the hotel with nothing to do, stressing about the things that might happen in traffic, at baggage check-in, or at TSA, or leave early, get through all that, and then wait on the other side for the plane. Either way I'd be waiting so I decided to leave early. The ride up wasn't bad. There were no dreaded traffic jams and we arrived at the unloading zone a little before 10 a.m. for my 12:56 p.m. flight – almost three hours early. Baggage check-in went smooth and there was only a slight delay going through the TSA security check point. Once I got on the other side of security I decided to check on the status of my flight and then go look for something to eat. My aggravation and frustration levels went up when I found the DC flight on the board, delayed; we wouldn't be leaving now until 1:45 p.m. I was already at the terminal three hours early, now it was going to be four. What really worried me though was the fact that I only had an hour and ten minute layover in Dulles before my connection flight to Scranton took-off, so this was going to cut the transfer really close. I also knew that the 10:10 p.m. departure for Scranton was the last flight of the evening out of Dulles and if I missed it I would be stuck till the next day. There wasn't much I could do about the situation so I took a few deep breaths, tried to relax, and then went looking for lunch. After eating I walked down to the lounge and waited for my flight. Eventually a voice came over the intercom and announced that they expected our plane to arrive at 1:09 p.m. and they wanted us to board as quickly after they got the plane ready because they had a 1:45 p.m. scheduled departure. They asked anyone that had oversized or excess carry-on luggage, which might have to be checked at the door, to come forward now so they could take care of that before boarding. I didn't think anyone would move but was quite surprised to see several people head for the counter. I thought to myself, maybe this can work. The plane arrived as announced and they actually got everyone off, cleaned the cabin, and began the boarding process in a relatively short period of time. As the attendants made the boarding announcements I started moving toward the gate earlier than my ticketed section. I hovered near the door and when they announced that section six passengers could start boarding I was one of the first in the aircraft. I made my way to seat 22C, an aisle, and was happy to see that no one was in 22D or 22E yet. Maybe I'd get lucky and have the row to myself. After storing my bag in the overhead bin I sat down, fastened my seatbelt, and prayed that no one else would sit in the row. The crowd of people moving past began to thin and then there were no more people coming on board. I felt myself smile and think, alright, this isn't going to be a bad flight after all. A few minutes later the flight attendant announced over the intercom that she needed everyone to get in their seats as quickly as possible. We were almost done with the boarding and if they got the baggage loaded down below, we would make our 1:45 departure. Shortly after that announcement she came back on and said they were boarding three more stand-by passengers and then they would close the cabin door and get ready for departure. My heart sank a little, knowing in my mind that one of those three, maybe two, would probably end up in row 22 and all my leg room would be gone. As I watched the first person come around the corner at the front of the cabin, my heart sank. He was huge. The guy was probably a couple inches shorter than me, but he must have weighted at least 270 – 280 pounds. He was pretty muscular, but still really big. In fact, he was so big I couldn't see the other two passengers behind him as he came down the aisle. I knew if he had a seat in my row we would both be cramped and uncomfortable for the entire flight. When he was about three rows in front of me, he stopped, looked at the seats open next to me and then looked at his ticket. I thought to myself "shit, this guy is going to be in the row right next to me." As I started to unbuckle my seatbelt and get up, he looked passed me down the aisle and walked on by. I was ecstatic, and then it got even better. Right behind him were two young, petite women looking right at the seats in my row. The first girl walked up and said: "Hi, we've got the two seats next to you, mind if we slide in." I unbuckled my seatbelt and stood, "Sure, no problem. Here, let me help you store your overhead bag while you get in." I put the first girl's carry-on in the overhead bin and then asked the second if she wanted some help. "No thanks," I've got some stuff in here I want to use during the flight so I'll just put it under the seat." We all sat down, and after settling in made brief introductions. The girl sitting next to me was named Anni and her friend in the window seat was Eva. They were college juniors going to University in Seattle and were heading home for a couple of weeks before the fall semester began. As we chatted I learned that Anni was from Hartford, CT and Eva lived in Buffalo. All of us were a little worried about the delayed departure and how it would impact our ability to make our connecting flights. Anni was in a similar situation as me, she only had fifty-six minutes between the scheduled arrival and her connection whereas Eva had nearly an hour-and-a-half. At 1:48 the flight attendant made another announcement that we were all set to go, and as soon as they finished loading the bags we'd pull away from the gate. Well, a few minutes turned into ten, and then twenty, and we finally backed away from the gate at 2:21. As we waited for final takeoff the pilot made an announcement that it would take about 4 hours and 36 minutes to get to Washington-Dulles once we lifted off. I did some quick calculations and realized that would put us in at about 9:50 p.m. If we got to the gate quickly, and my connecting flight was in the same terminal, I might still be able to make it home tonight. As I was contemplating this possibility Anni interrupted my thoughts: "Excuse me Dave, are you going to watch a movie during the flight?" "Hmm, maybe, why?" "Well, I've been reading the inflight magazine and it says for flights over four hours movies are $7.99, however, if you use your card to swipe three or more terminals you can get a discount and pay only $5.99 each. Eva and I are going to watch movies, and if you watch, I could use my card to swipe all three terminals and get the discount. Do you have six bucks to give me and I'll use my card to pay for all our movies? She gave me a great big smile I couldn't resist so I dug out $6 and then she used her card to swipe all three of our terminals and pay for the movies. After putting her card away, she reached over, put her hand on my knee, looked me straight in the eye, and said: "Thanks, you don't know how much it means to me that you were nice enough to help us get that discount." "You're welcome Anni. I was going to watch the movies anyhow and saving a couple of bucks never hurt anyone." The rest of the flight was pretty uneventful and I can't even remember the movies I watched. The girls only got up once to go to the bathroom and the lady in front of me never leaned her seat back. I was feeling pretty good when the flight attendant announced that we were starting our descent into Washington-Dulles. As we got closer the attendant came back on and made an announcement about our arrival and connections. "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving at Gate C-14. As you know, many on board have some pretty short connection times because of our late departure out of Seattle, the airlines would ask that if your flight is terminating here in Washington-Dulles, or if you have more than forty-five minutes till your connection, that you remain in your seats and let those passengers that have shorter connection times deplane first." "For those passengers making connecting flights, there will be two attendants just after you exit the gangway to assist you in getting to your gates." As I listened, she announced that the flight to Scranton was leaving out of gate C-22. I thought to myself 'great' that is wonderful. It should only take me about two or three minutes to walk from C-14 to C-22 and I've got nearly twenty - if everything goes according to plan I should make my flight home tonight. Anni then asked "Dave, are you familiar with Washington-Dulles, my flight to Hartford is leaving out of gate A-7, and I've only got ten minutes from when we arrive until the plane is supposed to take off, can I make it?" My heart sank for her because I knew she was fucked. They close the doors ten minutes before departure, and she had to go half-way across the 'C' concourse, catch the train over to 'A' concourse, and then run down to her gate. "I'm a little familiar with Washington-Dulles and you are going to really have to hurry but if you're quick I think you can make it." "Eva, where is your flight leaving from?" "Oh, I'm leaving out of gate C-8, but I have almost an hour before departure." "Gate C-8, that's just down on the left, you can get there in about two or three minutes so you shouldn't have any problems." I looked at Anni and said, "When we stop, I'll jump up and grab your bag, you take it and race like hell to try and catch your flight." Once we got to the gate I hopped up, grabbed Anni's bag and let her in front of me but she really couldn't go anywhere for a few minutes as everyone in front of us was also hurrying to get down a too narrow aisle without enough time. As I stood there looking I noticed the boarding pass of the guy in front of Anni and saw he was also leaving out of gate C-22. I tapped him on the shoulder and said, "hey, I see you're going to Scranton also. Do you live there or are you on business?" He looked at me kind of quizzically and said "Why do you think I'm going to Scranton?" "Well, I see your boarding pass says Gate C-22 and that's the gate the stewardess announced was the gate for Scranton." He shook his head from side to side and said, "I'm not going to Scranton, I'm going to Portland, Maine." I began to get a sinking feeling in my gut. The stewardess probably didn't have accurate information and my flight is not at Gate C-22 but somewhere else. I'll have to ask the attendant at the top of the stairs and hope it's not far. Well, to make a long story short, my flight was over at gate A-2, not C-22. I raced like hell across the C concourse, made it to the train just as they were announcing "Please step away from the doors, the train is about to depart and the doors are closing." Once in 'A' concourse I ran as fast as I could down to gate A-2, and as I came around the corner I saw that the door was closed, there were no passengers in the lobby, and only two attendants were standing near the door. I looked at my watch and it was 10:02. I walked up to the lady and said "I'm trying to catch the flight to Scranton and our flight from Seattle just arrived, have I missed it?" "Yes, we closed the doors a couple of minutes ago and it's too late to re-open the plane and let you board." I pleaded with her and the other attendant, talked about how I would be stranded here overnight if they didn't let me on, but in the end it was to no avail. After what turned into a heated pissing contest, I didn't make the flight and was told to head back over to the Customer Service Desk next to Gate C-4 and they would help me get another flight to Scranton. I was , but there was nothing I could do so I slowly headed over to the Customer Service Desk. As I was stewing at the end of the line I heard a familiar voice, "Dave? What happened, I thought your flight was just down the way and was sure you made it out." As I turned around I saw Anni, and some of the frustration started to melt away. Misery loves company and at least I'd have someone to talk with while standing in line. We chatted about what happened to each of us and slowly moved forward to the customer representative desk. In the end, the customer representative wasn't a bad person, and really wanted to help but the best she could do was get me on a flight at 10:02 a.m. the next day, the 6 a.m. flight was booked. When I asked about a hotel room voucher she said the airline couldn't issue one because the delay in Seattle was caused by air traffic control and not the airline. I was too tired to argue with her about the baggage delay in Seattle and took my boarding pass and walked over to the wall to contemplate what I was going to do next. I was too old and frustrated to spend the night in the terminal; all the rental car companies had already closed, so I was left with one choice, find a nearby hotel with airport shuttle service. I waited for Anni, and as she walked out of Customer Service I asked, "Well, what did you get?" Looking down at the boarding pass, she half-heartedly mumbled, "they can't get me out on a flight to Hartford until 1:30 p.m. tomorrow afternoon and wouldn't give me a hotel voucher because they said the delay in Seattle wasn't their fault. I'm so exhausted; I don't want to spend the night in the terminal guarding my bags." "Well," I said, "I'm going down and see about getting a hotel room, why don't you do the same?" "Come-on lets go." "Dave, I can't afford a hotel room, I could barely afford the movie on the flight." I really felt bad for her. I'd spent nights in airports before and knew it was no fun. "Listen, come down with me and I'll pay for your hotel room. Don't worry, I can afford it and I'd feel much worse if I knew I left you stranded in the airport overnight with no place to sleep." "Dave, I can't accept that from you, hotels cost a lot of money, especially around airports." "Don't worry about that. I'd rather spend a few bucks and make sure you were safe and comfortable in a hotel room rather than sleeping out here in an airport lounge. What kind of man would I be if I let that happen to a lady. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." "Really? Are you sure it's not too much? Thank you Dave, I'll find a way to get the money back to you somehow, I promise." When we got down to the hotel phones, none of them were working, or at least we couldn't get them to work. Getting more and more frustrated, I finally pulled out my hotel rewards card and dialed the 1-800 number on the back. I explained my predicament to the woman that answered the phone, told her we needed two rooms, and we needed a hotel that provided shuttle service to and from the airport. After a few minutes of searching the 1-800 number assistant came back on line and said, "Sir, I have good news and bad. The good news is there is one hotel in the area that still has rooms available with a shuttle bus service to the airport, the bad news is that they only have one room left...but it does have double twin beds." I thought, Oh damn, how am I going to get a room for myself and get one for Anni? I asked the assistant to hang on for a second while I talked to my friend. "Anni, I have bad news. They only have one room available with twin double beds at a hotel with a shuttle service. They don't have two rooms. Tell you what, please take the room. You are here till tomorrow afternoon and I have a morning flight. I've slept in airports before and really don't have anything in this backpack that I'll miss if someone steals it while I'm sleeping." "Dave, I couldn't do that. You are paying for the room. I couldn't take it knowing you were here in the airport lounge." "Anni, really I don't mind, and I don't see any other way, they only have one room available, I'm going to reserve it, and I want you to take it, agreed?" "Dave, no, I don't want you sleeping in the airport overnight, there has to be another way." As I was thinking about this, Anni said, "Did you say the room had two double beds?" "Yes, why?" "Well..., if you promise to be good, we could share the room." The idea of me sharing a room with a woman less than half my age didn't sound too good, but it was better than sleeping at the airport overnight. I looked at her and said, "Okay, if you promise to keep your hands to yourself and stay in your own bed, we can share the room." Anni gave me a quirky little smile, slapped my arm, and said "Why Dave, whatever do you mean? Of course I'll be good." I gave her a weird little look, thought to myself, what the hell does that mean, and then got back on line with the attendant. A little over an hour later we were walking into the hotel lobby. The desk clerk looked at us a little funny when we were checking in, but after I explained what had happened he lightened up and even gave us a couple of toothbrushes and a small tube of toothpaste. When we got in the room I asked Anni what bed she wanted and she said the one closest to the bathroom. She explained that she had quite a bit of soda to drink on the plane and would probably have to get up a couple of times during the night to pee. With that decision made, I walked over, put my backpack down and sat on the end of the other bed. "Anni, why don't you get cleaned up first. Girls usually take longer in the bathroom and you don't want to go in there right after me, I tend to be messy." She smile and proceeded to go around the corner and into the bath. I sat there for a minute or two and then laid back on the bed, turned on the T.V. and started flipping through the channels. There was nothing good on at that hour and my gaze started to wander around the room. It looked very much like most hotel rooms. Television, mirror behind the dresser, and a large mirror just inside the door, across from the bathroom. As I looked into the large mirror across from the bathroom I quickly realized that Anni had not shut the door when she went in. I could see the side of her as she stood at the sink brushing her teeth. She really was a pretty girl. Medium length auburn hair, nice curves, but probably carrying a couple more pounds then she really needed. All in all though, absolutely beautiful. As I watched, she stepped from the sink and turned her back to the mirror. She pulled off her shirt and I could see she had a very firm back and what looked like supple and smooth skin. She reached up and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor, and then I could tell she was undoing the zipper and snap on the front of her pants. A Flight to Remember She hooked her thumbs on both sides of her pants, and panties, and pushed down, letting them slide off her hips and down to the floor. She lifted her feet one at a time and stepped out of her pants. Damn, she has a fine ass. As I watched, not being able to look away, she moved her feet to where they were about shoulder width apart, then slowly bent all the way over to pick her things up off the floor. I nearly had a heart attack. She seemed to linger for a few seconds, her beautiful ass exposed. I could see everything; she was so beautiful and hot. I could clearly see her asshole, and outline of the bottom of her pussy as she stood bent over picking up her clothes. As she started to stand back up I could see she was turning towards the shower. Afraid she might look out into the hall and see me watching her in the mirror, I moved forward to the end of the bed, out of sight of the mirror and sat, pretending to watch T.V., as my cock got harder and harder in my pants. A minute or two later I heard Anni step into the shower so I laid back down and began to watch T.V. again, thinking to myself, you'd better focus on something else because you don't want her walking out here and seeing you with a raging hard-on. When I finally had the courage to look in the mirror again I was relieved and disappointed. Anni had pushed the door partially shut so I could no longer see her in the room. This was probably a good thing because I didn't need to see her naked, stepping out of the shower. About twenty minutes later I could hear her finishing up in the bathroom, and when I looked in the mirror again, I caught another glimpse of her wrapping a towel around her body through the partially cracked door. The towels in the hotel were large and when she came out she had it wrapped around her and knotted just above her breasts. The towel was long enough that it covered her till two or three inches past her crotch....further down than some mini-skirts I'd seen lately. "I'm all done Dave, it's your turn." As I stood up, she went to sit down on the end of her bed and the towel parted ever so slightly. That brief second took my breath away. I could see her beautiful silky thighs and the tops of her gorgeous breasts. As I went to walk past, Anni said "I hope you don't mind, but I rinsed my bra and it's hanging on the towel rack to dry. It's the only one I have and I don't want to wear a dirty bra all day tomorrow." I swallowed hard and said, "That's probably a good idea. I may do the same with my underwear if you don't mind." She was looking at the T.V. and wasn't really paying attention to me and just nodded and said "Um-hm." I quickly cleaned up and showered, trying to think of other things so I could get rid of this hard-on between my legs. How was I going to cover that up if all I had on when I walked out of the bathroom was a towel? With a little work I was able to relax, focus on other things, and my dick gradually began to soften. As I finished wrapping a towel around myself I yelled out to her, "Anni, you left your clothes in here, they might be a little wrinkled if you don't hang them up. Want me to take care of that for you?" She yelled back, "Sure Dave, thanks." As I picked up her pants and shirt off the floor, a sexy pair of sky blue panties fell to the floor. Whew, I thought, those are hot, and if they are laying here on the floor, that means Anni's sitting on the end of the bed with nothing but a towel. Damn, this is going to be a tough night. I hung up her clothes, but decided to walk in to the other part of the room with her panties in my hand, hoping she would take them, excuse herself, and then put them on. Anni was still sitting on the end of the bed and as I went to walk past she put up her hand and said "Dave, I don't know how to thank you enough for letting me stay here tonight. I don't have the money to repay you, but I really want you to know that I appreciate you and thank you. Is there anything I can do to show my appreciation?" I forgot all about the panties balled up in my hand and said, "Anni, don't sweat it, I'd feel horrible sitting here by myself knowing you were stranded in that airport. You can show your appreciation by getting a good nights sleep." As I went to move past she reached out in front of me and put her hand on my stomach, "Dave" she said, a good night's sleep is not what I had in mind, at least not right away." She moved her hand around to my far hip and gently tugged, wanting me to turn and face her. "Dave, look at me please." As I turned, she looked up into my eyes, and said, "I know you're a lot older than I am, but I found it incredibly sexy how you've gone out of your way to make sure I'm safe and comfortable." With that she reached over and firmly released the towel that was around my waist and let it fall to the floor. Before I could react, she quickly reached out with her one had and grabbed a hold of my cock and with her other hand she cupped my balls. "Dave, I am so hot right now and want this. Did you enjoy that little show I gave you when I was undressing?" "What, how did you know I was watching?" She just laughed and leaned forward and took my soft cock all the way in her mouth and gently began to suck me while using her tongue to run up and down the shaft and around the head. Within thirty seconds I was rock hard. She was still looking into my eyes as she bobbed up and down on the head of my dick while gently pulling on my balls. I moaned softly as Anni continued to suck my dick and soon realized this was too good. If she didn't slow down I was going to cum in a few seconds. "Anni, Anni, STOP, you are going to make me cum!" She smiled, winked at me, and started sucking faster and harder. "Stop, please, I don't want to cum this soon. I want to enjoy this." I put both my hands on her shoulders and pushed her off of me and down onto the bed. As I leaned over to put both my hands on either side of her shoulders I realized I still had her panties balled up in my hand. I waved them in front of her face, and then tossed them up on the bed above her head, saying "I guess you won't be needing these just yet." As I looked into her eyes I said, "Before you get me off, I want to take care of your needs. A man always gets his, but sometimes a woman leaves frustrated." Anni laughed, "What do you have in mind?" "Well, when you sat down earlier, I had a glimpse of an amazingly beautiful set of legs and we both know you aren't wearing any panties, I'd like to get that little pussy of yours out in the open and then make it cum all over my tongue, fingers, and cock. How does that sound?" She didn't say a word but just reached down and opened the towel, exposing her soft smooth skin to my gaze. As I kissed her neck, down her breasts, and on to her stomach, she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. As I got closer to her pussy I told her, "Pass me one of those pillows so I have something comfortable to kneel on while I devour this beautifully hot cunt of yours." She complied, and as I knelt down on the pillow she pulled her knees up towards her chest and spread her legs wide. No woman had ever done that with me before and oh what a turn on it was. There, a few inches from my face was her pussy and asshole, open, exposed, squeaky clean, and in a perfect position for me to explore. I restrained myself from diving right in and instead kissed her thighs and trailed my tongue down around her knees, back up along the folds between her legs, up across her tummy, and then back down the other side, being careful not to touch her ass or pussy. "Dave, stop teasing me. I'm so damn hot, I need your tongue in my cunt now." she moaned. I wanted to comply but I wanted to make her hotter. I gently bit her ass cheeks and then stuck my tongue right on her asshole and began softly massaging it with my tongue. I think this was the first time anyone had ever done this for Anni because she let out a loud squeal, her ass muscles tightened, and I could feel her sphincter contract so tight that the jaws of life probably couldn't get it open. At the same time her head came up off the bed so she could see what was happening. "Oh my god, Dave, what the hell are you doing? That feels so fucking good." I gave her a little wink and continued to run my tongue around the rim of her ass. She was so sweet and clean, there was no taste and I was loving it as much as Anni was. As I gently massaged the outside of her asshole with my tongue I could see her clit was rock hard, and I could already see moisture on the inner lips of her pussy. She was really hot. After a few minutes I stopped. "Anni, you are so fucking hot and your pussy smells so sweet. I'm going to eat your cunt now and I want you to cum as hard as you can. And when you cum, I want you to tell me." She lifted her head up, looked at me and smiled, sighed, and then let her head fall back down on the bed again without saying a word. I started at her asshole and took long strokes from her ass to the top of her pussy and back. With her knees still pulled up to her chest, I stuck my tongue as far into her cunt as I could and began to tongue fuck her. "Oh Dave, can you feel how wet I am?" she moaned. A minute or so later she looked up and said "Dave, what you are doing feels great, but I want you to suck on my clit and finger-fuck me till I cum." I smiled and moved my left hand up to her mouth and let her suck on my two fingers until they were nice and wet. I then slid them into her steaming pussy, wrapped my lips around her clit, and began to suck her and finger-fuck her simultaneously. Within minutes she was moaning softly and rolling her head from side to side. She let go of her knees and I felt her legs slide across my shoulders as she planted her heels between my shoulder blades. As she continued to get hotter she put one hand behind my head and gently pulled me into her as she softly bucked upward with her hips, fucking my fingers and face. She started squeezing her tits with her other hand as she let the waves of pleasure wash over her. A few seconds later she arched her head up, looked deeply into my eyes, and moaned "I'm going to cum now." With that her eyes rolled up into her head, her faced squeezed tight, she let out a deep, erotic growl, and I felt her pussy starting to contract on my fingers and I began to taste her cum on my lips and tongue. After several long seconds her hips began to jerk hard each time I sucked her clit so I figure she was done. As I let go of her clit and pulled my wet fingers from her swollen pussy her body went totally lax. I softly kissed her inner thighs, rubbed her stomach with my hands, and told her how beautiful she was, how delicious she tasted, and how hot she was making me, especially when she looked me in the eye and told me she was going to cum. Over the next half hour we went through this same ritual four more times and she came quicker and harder with each bout. After her final orgasm, she looked deeply into my eyes and growled, "Enough of the teasing, I need to fuck now. I need to feel the stiffness of your cock when it explodes deep in my cunt." I smiled at her, stood up and positioned myself at her entrance, ready to push her knees back up into her chest and slide my hard cock into her wet pussy all the way to my balls. But before I could enter her she said, 'No, not like that, I want to be on top and fuck you; you've been doing all the work so far, now it's my turn." "Anni, whatever you want." With that I laid down on my back and she rolled over on top of me. We kissed for a few minutes and then I felt her lifting her hips, getting ready to engulf my dick in her hot, steamy pussy. I grabbed the base of my cock and held it still while she wiggled her pussy lips on to the head and slowly sank down the entire length of my shaft till I was buried to my balls and our pubic hair was intertwined. Her pussy was so tight, her muscles so strong, and she was so incredibly wet that I knew I wouldn't last long if she gave me a fast and furious fucking. I think she sensed my predicament and wanted to make it last. As we fucked she kissed me passionately and romantically. She moved her hips nice and slow, pulling all the way off of me so that just the head of my cock was inside her pussy and then slowly sliding all the way back down till our hips were mashed together. As we kissed, she fucked me like this for several minutes, slowly, romantically, tenderly; but then I could feel the passion building inside her once again. Gradually, she didn't rise up as far as before, making shorter thrusts with her hips and grinding her clit harder into my pubic bone when we met. Her breathing began to labor and she couldn't kiss anymore, burying her head in my neck and putting the flats of her palms on my chest, gently squeezing each time she pushed down on me, moaning softly and muttering how good it felt. "Oh Dave, I'm on fire and my pussy is going to explode all over your cock." I could tell she was getting close, her hips now were barely moving off me, she was just grinding her pussy into my pubic bone in short, fast, circular motions, my cock buried deep inside. Anni let out a low moan, more like a growl, and pushed down into my chest and sat up, arching her back as she ground her pussy hard against me and just rotated her hips around my cock. She began to gently sway her head from side to side and moan in short, louder grunts, "I need to feel you explode in me Dave, fill my cunt with your cum so that I can cum." "Dave, cum for me now, don't hold back, fuck me hard." With that I grabbed her ass and lifted her up till she was almost off my dick and then slammed her back down again. Ten or fifteen hard strokes later I exploded with a long, loud groan, "I'm cumming, god it feels so good!" Anni took over at that point and kept rising and falling on my cock as fast as she could, after several hard thrusts I was spent and she slammed down one last time, ground her pussy into my pubic bone and let out a long guttural moan, "I'm cumming,", "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!!" for several seconds, and then collapsed on my chest in a heap. We lay motionless for awhile, except for my hands gently stroking her ass and lower back. I could feel her breathing gradually return to normal as I slowly grew soft inside her. After several minutes she whispered, "God that was so fucking good. I have never been fucked so tenderly and romantically, and have never cum so hard in my life." I didn't say anything but gave her a gentle squeeze, and continued to softly rub her back and kiss her neck and shoulder. She started to stir after a few minutes and said, "I guess I need to go squeeze you out of me and clean up so that I don't get pregnant. We certainly don't want that." "Don't worry about that" I said. "I had a vasectomy about ten years ago and couldn't get you pregnant if I wanted to." "Really?" "Yes, really." With that I heard a small contented sigh, she snuggled her head back down into my shoulder, and as I gently rubbed her back we drifted off to sleep, me still buried inside her soft, moist cunt. I didn't feel her roll off me, but when I woke in the morning she was no longer on top. I reached out for her but couldn't feel her in the bed. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around in the dark but couldn't see her. I softly called out to see if she was in the bathroom but there was no answer. I leaned over and turned on the desk lamp, looking around the room I realized I was alone. As I flopped back down on the bed I thought, did last night really happen? Was Anni here in my room or was this all a figment of my imagination brought on by the stress of the day and the closeness of her for those hours in the plane. As I lay there and looked around the room, a realization washed over me that it was all a dream. It felt so real. I could still smell her hair; taste her cum, feel her pussy wrapped around my cock as we exploded in ecstasy. I could still feel the weight of her on top of me as we drifted off to sleep. How could something that seemed so real be a dream? A few minutes later I opened my eyes again, looked around the room at the emptiness, and sadly admitted to myself that it was a dream. The glorious night I had was only a figment of my imagination, brought on by frustration, anger, and the fatigue of the flight and delay. I once again began to get angry at the airlines. "Fuck those bastards. I'm never going to fly again, the sons of bitches suck! How could they strand me in Washington-Dulles like this." I got up off the bed and went in to the bathroom to clean up. As I stood in the shower I was fuming. With the hot water running down my back, I began concentrating on the dream of last night, trying to block out the rage I felt for the airline. After several minutes I began to calm down and realized I had my cock in my hand, gently stroking it, thinking about Anni. After a short time my cock was at its full length and hard. Pumping faster I soon reached my peak, and moaning out Anni's name I exploded in the shower. After another ten minutes of replaying that beautiful dream in my mind, and letting the hot water roll off my body, I was finally calm enough to finish up and get ready to head for the airport and the flight home. As I walked back out into the room I looked longingly one last time at the bed where I had imagined Anni and I fucking so passionately, and there, pressed into the blanket where I had been sleeping, was a beautiful pair of sky blue panties. I picked them up, put them to my face, and realized the night had happened after all. The worst flight of my life had actually turned out to be the best. Anni was in my room and all the romance, passion, and raw sex I remembered was real and not a dream – I was euphoric! I finished getting dressed with a big smile on my face, and as I was putting my wallet in my pocket I noticed a note tucked into the billfold. I opened it and read.... "Dave, you looked so peaceful there sleeping, I didn't want to wake you. I had the most exciting night of my life last evening and have never cum so many times, so hard, with one man, thank you. I hope you don't mind, but I took one of your business cards and would like to call you someday. It was signed; Hope to fuck you again soon, Anni. Oh, PS, if you find my panties you can keep them as a souvenir in remembrance of this beautiful night. " Although I had time, I didn't walk down to the Hartford gate to see if Anni was there. For some reason she wanted to slip quietly into the night and I felt I should respect that. The rest of the trip must have been uneventful because the next thing I remember was unlocking the front door to the house, still thinking of Anni sleeping peacefully on my chest, my cock softly buried in her sweet young pussy. "Thank goodness for missed connections." A Flight to Remember I hate sitting in the middle seat of the airplane. At least this time, my husband, J, was sitting next to me on the window side, so I could lean towards him a bit. I wouldn't know who my aisle seat friend was until the plane filled up a little bit more. It promised to be a long flight to Australia. We had already flown 5 hours across the country from Atlanta to LA. The next flight would be another 14 hours or so. I sighed in dismay at having to bother the stranger next to me multiple times during the flight to let me out to use the restroom. As the plane continued to fill, still nobody sat down next to me. I began to hope that the seat would truly remain empty and J and I could spread out a bit across the 3 seats to sleep better. No such luck. A guy I would put in his early thirties stopped next to our aisle and put his luggage in the overhead bin, and then settled down in the aisle seat. He turned to us, smiled briefly, put his iPod headset in his ears, and closed his eyes to sleep. At least he wouldn't be one of those annoying talkative strangers. I woke up from sleep to find the plane dark. Must be the middle of the night and the flight attendants were trying to encourage quiet time. I turned to look at J and noticed that he was very gently, almost unnoticeably stroking his cock through his jeans. "Hey baby," I whispered as I leaned over towards his ear. "You have a good dream?" He nodded. "I dreamed we decided to join the Mile High Club." He grinned. "Oh did we?" I said as I reached my hand down to start unbuttoning his jeans. I glanced around the plane a bit. No flight attendants in sight. Aisle Stranger was out, even snuffling a little bit with a light snore. "Well maybe we should get on that," I suggested as I freed his rapidly hardening penis from the confines of his jeans and underwear. He helped me out by lifting his butt and pulling the jeans and undies down to his knees. I pushed the armrest between us up so it wouldn't get in the way, and leaned over, enveloping his cock with my mouth. I moaned softly as it filled my mouth, and rolled my tongue around the head of it, tasting a bit of the pre-cum I found there. Then I tried to shock him by shoving the whole of his length down my throat with one deep thrust. It had the desired effect – his body stiffened, and I could tell he was completely turned on. I bobbed up and down on his penis with my mouth a few more times, added my hand in to further the sensation, and then I stopped, and leaned back in my own chair. "Mean!" J whispered. "Why did you stop?" "Tit for tat," I explained. "I need some attention now. Namely, these." I pulled down the front of my tank top and the bra I was wearing underneath, creating a nice shelf for my breasts to sit upon, exposed. It was cold on the plane and my nipples were already perky. "I suppose I could do that," he grumbled affectionately as he leaned over taking my right breast into his mouth. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, enjoying the sensation of his tongue caressing my nipple. As usual, it did not take long for this to arouse me, and I wanted more than just licking. "Please nibble on my breast," I begged him quietly, putting my left arm down and squeezing the armrest between Aisle Stranger and I. The nibbles began and I was in heaven while J worked me up even further. Suddenly, the armrest between Aisle Stranger and I moved. I didn't really notice this though, engrossed as I was in my pleasure, until I felt another mouth on my left breast. I opened my eyes wide to find Aisle Stranger sucking on the breast that my husband couldn't easily reach, while J continued to administer his affections on the one closest to him. I groaned happily, and squeezed the "armrest", which was apparently Aisle Stranger's leg. I noticed as I squeezed that Aisle Stranger must have been having a good dream too, because he also had a raging hard on. I was incredibly worked up now, with two men sucking my breasts. J knew it too, he started to put more pressure into his nibbles, turning the sensation into gentle biting. I moaned and slid my hand away from Aisle Stranger's leg and started unbuttoning my own jeans. I had taken my shoes off before I went to sleep earlier, and as I lifted my butt off the seat to slide the pants and my underwear down, they practically fell off. Or rather, J had pulled them the rest of the way off. He slid out of his chair onto his knees and turned to face me. I lifted my leg up over his shoulder as he positioned himself between my legs. I glanced hungrily at his cock, pink and hard as it stood at attention. I fondled my now unoccupied right breast, pinching my nipple quite hard. Aisle Stranger seemed to find this a turn on, and increased the intensity of his breast sucking to the biting level. I squeaked, just as my husband slid a finger down the front of my pussy, trying to gauge how ready I was to be filled with his cock. He wasn't disappointed, I'm sure, as my cunt was dripping wet, and his finger easily slid up and down my slot. "Damn, you are wet, baby," said J. I nodded as he rubbed the tip of his penis up and down my pussy, teasing me by not entering me yet. "Please fuck me," I begged him. He shoved his cock into my sopping wet pussy hard and fast. I groaned happily as he slowly pulled it back out and then pushed back in. After a few more strokes of teasing, he stopped again. "I don't think you have earned my cock yet, baby" he said as he stood up. His penis was at a convenient level for sucking, so I covered it with my mouth a few times, rolling my tongue around to make sure I collected all of my own juices, knowing that made him hot. "It's ok," I said as I removed his penis from my mouth. "I really have to pee after my nap." J and I shared a secret smile, because he knows watersports is one of my secret fetishes. My husband isn't the biggest fan of it, but he entertains me pretty often since he knows I enjoy it. I decided to spare him the discomfort of it, since we were playing with Aisle Stranger as well. So I stood up, turned around, and straddled Aisle Stranger. At some point, he had freed his raging hard on from his pants, which now sat at his ankles. I spread my pussy lips, and aimed at his newly freed cock as much as was possible, and let loose. A rain of light, hot golden piss erupted from me to splatter onto Aisle Stranger's stomach, still covered with his t-shirt. It totally turned me on peeing on or through clothes, so I continued to piss on his shirt for a while, and then aimed my stream at the tip of his cock. He was wide-eyed as he stared at me, but said nothing, so he must've been turned on. He started moving his own hand up and down his shaft as I pissed on his cock. After I finished, I looked at J and said, "He was such a good sport just now, that I am going to give him a little treat. Will you play with my breasts some more while I do this?" J nodded and immediately began kissing my nipples again from his spot in the middle seat. I sat on Aisle Stranger's cock suddenly, and he tensed up so much that I thought he might blow his load right there. I sat there for a moment, in his lap that was soaked with my own piss, and dangled my other breast in his face while J sucked the one he had access to. I reached over to my husband and started giving him a hand job, as Aisle Stranger started sucking my other tit. I moaned happily, and started to move slowly up and down on his shaft. He reached around and grabbed my wet ass pulling himself deeper into me while he fucked my pussy. After a few moments of pleasure, I stood up and said to Aisle Stranger, "I want you to sit there now. I want you to watch me fuck my husband. You can jerk off while we do it and cum all over us, or if you liked my golden shower, you can feel free to give us one. You probably have to pee like a racehorse after your nap too." Aisle Stranger nodded at my comments. With that I moved over one seat to straddle my husband, but turned so that I was facing the seat in front of me. "OK baby, I know you want to give it to me in the ass right now, so now's your chance. Fuck me in the ass!" I bent over as much as I could without waking up the people in the aisle in front of us, and wiggled my ass at J. It took mere seconds before I had his rock hard penis shoved up inside my tight ass. I groaned a little as he pushed the boundaries of my insides. While I had my eyes half opened, enjoying a nice ass fucking in the middle of the sky while a stranger whacked off right next to us, I noticed that someone was moving down the aisle towards us, with a sense of urgency. "Uh oh," I thought as I realized it was the flight attendant. Then I noticed she was unbuttoning her blazer, and practically tearing the buttons apart on the shirt underneath it. She rushed up to Aisle Stranger and grabbed his ass. "I haven't had a good fuck in 6 months, can I join you all?" she whispered as she pulled her bra off and shoved one of her tits in Aisle Stranger's mouth without waiting for an answer. It was too much for him – he shot his load right there on her belly instead of on J and I while he fucked me in the ass. Aisle Stranger shrugged. "Sorry, you arrived to the party a little late, ya know." "Honey, as much as I love having your gorgeous prick up my ass, this lady here has not been fucked in 6 months. Why don't you show her a good time?" I said to J. The flight attendant's eyes lit up. "Besides, now that our stranger friend here is done, I think he might have some golden nectar to share with me." I grinned at Aisle Stranger. The flight attendant said, "Come back to the galley area, we'll have more room." So we all traipsed the 3 aisles back to the flight attendants area. There I kissed my husband hungrily and smacked him on the ass. "What are you waiting for?" I grabbed his cock and jerked it a few more times for good measure and then turned to look for Aisle Stranger. He and his wet clothes from my piss break earlier were headed for the lavoratory. "Oh no you don't," I said as I grabbed the back of his shirt and spun him around. "If you pee on me, I promise you I will get you a new hard on, and then you and I can get back in on that action!" I gestured over my shoulder to where J was fondling the flight attendant's breasts. They weren't huge, but they were perky. I positioned myself so that I could watch the show J and the flight attendant were giving us, and put Aisle Strangers back to them. I was backed up against a wall, squatting on the ground, waiting for my golden shower. I knew this could take a while, so I spent my time watching J and the flight attendant. She was bent over my husband, running her tongue up his still hard cock before she put her lips around the head and licked him some more. J groaned. She shoved his full length down her throat, and started bobbing her head up and down as she enjoyed the taste of his manhood. I knew he was enjoying it too, cause his hips started thrusting into her mouth as she sucked his cock. After only a few minutes longer, J pushed her away, spun her around, positioned her doggy style and started jamming his meat into her cunt. It was hot watching my tall, dark and handsome man fuck this other woman. All of a sudden I felt a few warm drops of liquid hit my stomach. I looked up eagerly at Aisle Stranger, who rewarded me with a nice steady stream of his piss all over my half-pulled down tank top. I leaned forward so that he'd splash it all over my breasts. His stream slowed too quickly, as he started getting excited at the view of himself pissing on me and his erection prevented him from peeing any more without intense concentration. I stood up, grabbed him by the penis, and drug him over to J and the flight attendant. The flight attendant motioned him over to her and when he got there, she started licking and sucking on his dick. If his erection was a bit wimpy before, she would fix that in a heartbeat. I positioned myself on my hands and knees next to her, my ass also facing J. "You want to fuck two women at the same time, baby? Both of our pussies are right here. Slide into hers first, pull out, and then bury your rod in mine!" He was only too happy to do so, as I almost immediately felt his cock slide easily into my pussy, soaked as it was with the flight attendant's juices. She was still sucking Aisle Stranger, so I took the opportunity to lift one of my hands and fondle her tits. I gently but firmly tweaked a nipple. She stopped sucking Aisle Stranger and looked at me. "That feels so good, another woman's touch!" She spun herself around to face me, offering her goods to Aisle Stranger now instead of my husband. J was non-plussed as he continued stroking me from behind with his incredibly hard prick. Flight Attendant and I stayed on our knees, but raised our upper bodies to one another and began running our hands all over each other. She had fine, long blond hair, a pretty face, and a nice figure, even if her tits weren't huge. They were still a handful, which is enough. I leaned down and started kissing her breasts and sucking on her nipples gently. "Oh yesssss," she moaned. I couldn't tell if it was from the nipple sucking or the fucking she was getting from Aisle Stranger. She grabbed one of my tits and pinched a nipple hard, drawing my head away from her own knockers. I looked at her questioningly for a moment before she covered my mouth with hers in a very sensuous kiss. The guys were obviously watching, and J's thrusting seemed to accelerate with renewed vigor. I reached down while I kissed her and began lightly playing with her clit. Another moan escaped from her lips. I broke away from her lips and went back to sucking on her nipples, starting to bite just a little. I never stopped flicking her clit, which seemed to be bringing her very close to climax. Her breathing increased in speed and she cried out, "Oh god, I'm gonna cum! Fuck me!" And Aisle Stranger did fuck her, hard. It only took about 5 more seconds for her to collapse against me in a heap of tiredness while Aisle Stranger continued pounding away at her. I kissed her gently. "I know you are tired, but could you suck on my nipples some more please? Just until your man finishes back there ..." I requested. She obliged, rolling her tongue lightly around my nipple, biting gently with her teeth. Aisle Stranger sped up one more time, and then pulled his cock out of her pussy, jacking it the rest of the way until he blew a nice load on Flight Attendant's ass. She turned herself around towards me so that I could lick it off. This I did, occasionally glancing back at my husband to open my mouth and show him the other man's cum that was on my tongue, straight off another woman's ass. "See how I licked this off her ass?" I asked him as I looked him in the eye over my shoulder. "I want you to shove your cock up my ass and blow your load in there where no one can lick it out." That did it for J, he swiftly pulled his dick out of my cunt and thrust deeply into my ass, causing me to tighten. The tightness allowed him maybe three strokes before I felt the pulse of his prick as he emptied his cum into my asshole. He pulled out, kissed me, and collapsed on the ground against a wall, feebly looking for some clothes in case someone were to find us back here. He shrugged when he remembered his pants were on the floor back at our seats. "I am the only one here who has not had an orgasm yet," I complained. "Will someone please eat my pussy?" Flight Attendant came over in no time, pushed me on the ground and started eating me out. She seemed to know just what I liked as he rapidly licked up and down my clit and pushed her fingers into my pussy to rub my G-spot. I gyrated on the floor beneath her touch, lost in my own pleasure. J was nearby and reached over to haphazardly fondle a boob, but I could tell he was worn out. Aisle Stranger appeared to have fallen asleep right on the floor, penis still hanging out. Flight Attendant was doing an excellent job, and I grabbed the back of her head with my hand and gently pulled her hair to let her know. She licked up and down my whole slot a few times, and then went back to my clit. Oh man, it felt amazing, if she kept it up, I was gonna be cumming in no time ... "Oh God, I'm tingling, please don't stop," I whispered raggedly. She started jamming her fingers in and out of me faster and harder as she continued to suck and lick my clitoris. "I'm cumming!" I breathed loudly as the shudders shook my body and the wave of pleasure washed over me. We all leaned (or laid) there, breathing heavily, knowing we needed to get up and go back to our seats, or our work. I finally pulled myself up, helped J up, and covered myself with my wet clothes. I grabbed a change of clothes for each of us out of the overhead bin, and we took turns heading to the restroom to change. I checked my watch. 3 am. A few heads turned at us once or twice while we moved about the cabin. Whether they knew what we had just done or not, I didn't care. I settled back into my middle seat, my hand covering J's on the armrest. We were both fast asleep again in seconds.