6 comments/ 41894 views/ 3 favorites Plane Jane By: TheHof Jane shook off the snow as she opened the entrance door to the restaurant. "Well, well, well, the guest of honor has finally arrived," said Sandy, "late for her own welcome home party." "Fashionably late," said Jane. She turned to the restaurant greeter. "Hi," she continued, "Walters, table for four, please. I have a reservation." "Yes, ma'am," the greeter answered. "This gentleman will show you to your table." "It's in the back, isn't it?" "Yes, ma'am, just like you asked." "OK, ladies, let's go." Jane, Sandy, Barb and Jennifer followed their waiter to their table in the very back of the restaurant, virtually secluded from everyone else. "May I get you anything to drink?" their attendant asked. "Does white wine work for everyone? A sauvignon?" Jane suggested. Her friends agreed with her recommendation. "Four glasses and a bottle of sauvignon blanc, please" ordered Jane. "Yes, ma'am, right away." After hanging their coats, the foursome took their seats. "So," said Barb, "how was the honeymoon?" "Amazing," answered Jane. "Where did you end up going?" "Well, you have to hand it to Jim. The only thing he told me was to make sure I had warm clothes. Not that I wore them much. He kept it all a secret, right up until we got to the airport." "How did he do that?" asked Jennifer. "The only reason I suspected we were going somewhere out of the country was because he made me get a passport. Going to the post office to get that done is not what I would call 'romantic.' Where we went was." "Which was?" asked Sandy. "Zurich," replied Jane. Her friends cried out, a mixture of surprise and jealousy, as the waiter returned. He opened the bottle and poured each of them a glass. "Thank you," said Jane. "How was that?" asked Barb. "The Alps in winter are just unbelievable. One night, while the sun was setting over the mountains, we went out on the balcony naked and just started making out. If you ever do that, always put some towels or something down so you don't freeze your feet. We even did the horse-drawn carriage thing right after a big snowfall. But, I still had to scold him a little bit. Right before we left the hotel to start the trip home..." "Yeah, go on," Jenifer said. "I pulled him real close, looked deep in his eyes and said, 'Sweetheart, the next time we come to Zurich, do you think we might actually be able to, you know, see Zurich?'" Their cries this time were pure laughter. "What was it, non-stop?" asked Sandy. "The flight or the sex?" replied Jane, as she sipped her wine. "Do you really want to know?" "You're the one who said he was something of an altar boy," Sandy retorted. "I'd be kind of interested to know what an altar boy does for his jollies." "Look, after this trip, I'm convinced that the altar he worships at is between the legs – his and mine." "What was it, pent up frustration or something?" asked Barb. "OK, let's set some ground rules," Jane answered. "Do you remember when we rented 'The Sweetest Thing' and then went through the extras?" "Yeah," they all replied. "Remember when Cameron Diaz said something like, 'guys have no idea how incredibly raw girls are.'" "Sure," "of course," they said. "Well, even Cameron would blush after hearing about this." "Go on," said Sandy. "One other thing. Cut Jim some slack. He still hurts a little from his first wife, rest in peace, and I haven't really explored this a lot with him because he still carries some pain from it. I get the idea that she became distant, especially physically, almost right after the wedding. He internalized that and thought maybe he was doing something wrong. Then came the car accident, and the police report that suggested it might not have been an accident at all. He's been through a lot, so, I don't mind that he looks at me as some kind of, you know, release. I want him to." "What exactly did he release?" asked a smiling Jennifer. "Well," Jane returned the smile, "depends on where you're talking about." "You could start with Zurich," said Barb. "Not the flight?" responded Jane. "The flight?" asked an incredulous Sandy. "Jim's frequent flyer program must include a complimentary membership in the mile-high club," said Jane, suggestively. "Not on the way there, I hope," said Jennifer. "On the way over and on the way back," said Jane. "He didn't wait till you got to the hotel?" asked Barb. "He did have some pent up frustration, just like you thought. Besides, it's not like he forced himself on me. It was actually pretty erotic." "In an airplane restroom?" inquired Sandy. "Who said anything about a restroom?" replied Jane, the wine giving her a Cheshire Cat-like grin as she answered. "This I got to hear," said Barb. "Me, too," her friends echoed. "Well, if Zurich was the first surprise, the second was where we were on the plane. First class." "Awww," they purred. "He works for the government and travels overseas a lot, so he has gobs of frequent flyer miles saved up, and with his program, it was easy to upgrade. Once you get your tickets, they tell you where the private lounge is. It's like a private club, nice and quiet, but you can also eat and drink as much as you want. It's not like you get falling-down drunk. I mean, you can, but you don't want to. So, we had a couple glasses of wine and nibbled – on the food, too – while we waited for the departure. Once you get on the plane, first class is a whole different world, let me tell you. We had to board something like 45 minutes before departure, and once you're seated, everyone is offering you a drink. And the airline doesn't tell the crew who's paid for the ticket and who's on an upgrade – I asked – so the attendants have to assume everyone's a high-roller. They had this chilled red wine that made what they serve in coach look like Kool-aid. Well, if a glass even gets close to being empty, someone comes by to fill it up, so before we even head down the runway, we're both already on our third glass, and that's just on the plane." "So you were buzzing by then?" asked Barb. "I wouldn't say 'buzzing,' more like warm and aglow. So was Jim, except he starts to get adventurous when he's warm and aglow." "How so?" replied Sandy. "You know, I couldn't quite figure out why he insisted on me wearing a dress or a skirt for the flight, then it became real clear. He gets out the blankets for both of us, because the air conditioning was on pretty high and he wanted to make sure I didn't get cold. Yeah, right. So, now that we're both under blankets, he turns to me and then we just start looking into each other's eyes. He keeps whispering that he loves me, and gives me little kisses, and then after they take the glasses because we're about to take off, I feel his hand on my thigh. I gasped a little, but then he started stroking my leg really softly. God, it felt great, but I didn't know what to do. I mean, I didn't think we were going to get it on right there, but I didn't want to hurt him like he was before." "So, what did you do?" asked Jennifer eagerly. "With as much wine as I had up to then, and because he was, you know, under the blanket, I just went with the flow. Then his hand started to go up higher, then it drifted to my inner thighs. Both of them. Like he was taking turns." "Go on," implored Barb. "I was clenching the seat with one hand while I, you know, checked him out with the other. He was looking at me with this 'I know I'm driving you wild and I love it, too' expression, especially in his eyes, and I could tell he loved it. His cock felt like it was ready to rip his pants apart." "So, what did you do? Whip it out and start milking him right there?" asked Sandy. The others nodded in anticipation. "Ladies, please, he was making this all about me, so I didn't want to do anything that would, you know, distract me. I just let my fingertips graze over him down there so that he knew that I knew. That's when we started to pull away from the gate." "Did he stop for a while?" asked Jennifer. "No, if anything, he kind of took his cue from what the plane was doing. His hand kept moving little by little up my legs as the plane reached its starting position. I guess you could say that Jim's hand reached its starting position then, too." "What happened?" begged Barb. "His hand was right on my panties while we waited to take off. I couldn't believe it. He was massaging my clit and vay-jay right through it. Kind of gave a whole new meaning to deep-breathing exercises, but I couldn't call too much attention to myself, I mean, beyond what Jim was seeing." "I don't believe this," said Sandy. "Wait. It gets better. Maybe I should say 'it got better,'" tossing her head as she laughed mischievously. "The plane starts its take-off down the runway, and that's when his hand goes under the silk. Now he's in direct contact, and he's using his thumb on my clit while he's running his fingers over my lips. I could feel my legs starting to react. Well, we're rumbling down the runway and that's when he takes the plunge, in a manner of speaking, and he's making these little circles and sliding in and out, and I am just braced against the back of the seat." "Oh...my...God," said Jennifer. "I'm not quite sure how he did this, but he managed to keep his thumb on my clit while his middle finger dipped inside. I could tell it was his middle finger because of how deep he could go, and that's when he started this 'come hither' motion, all while the plane is shaking while we're getting off the runway and into the air. So, I can't tell now whether I'm shaking or the plane's shaking. Maybe it was both, but hell, who cared by this point?" "I don't," blurted Barb. "Well, naturally, there's turbulence as we climb through the clouds, so he takes this as a cue, I guess, to really start working me, and all I can do is put my arm around his head and pull him close so I can bury my face in his neck. I'm trying to avoid calling attention to myself, because the last thing I want is for a flight attendant to get all snippy with us, so I'm crying into his neck and moaning while I give him what has to be one of the most enormous hickeys of all time. I'm practically drawing blood, you know?" "And?" asked Sandy. "We're at the front of the plane. He thought of everything, so no one is really walking by us except the crew, and I start kicking that wall in front of us. What's it called? Something like the 'bulkhead?' Well, anyway, he kept working me faster and deeper, and that's when I felt the 'big O' coming on, and I mean really coming. I'm now holding him so tight that I thought I might start cutting off the circulation to his head, the one on his neck I mean, and so I'm 'mmm...mmm...mmm...MMMMM...MMMMM...MMMMMMMM....' and that's when I start hitting his chest and gasping, and his fingers are now in a fury. I think the biggest frustration we both had before the wedding was that he insisted that we hold off on sex until after we were married, and now it was almost like we were making up lost time. Both of us." "So, did he just kind of stop after that?" asked Jennifer. "Oh, no, he kept working me right through climax and kept going until I calmed down. I couldn't let go of him. No, make that 'I wouldn't let go of him.' That's when I found out how much he likes cuddling." "He likes cuddling?" asked an incredulous Barb. "Oh, yeah. And you know what I found out? That's a turn-on all by itself. So I'm coming down from all this feeling like it's some kind of ecstatic exhaustion, and then he looks right into my eyes like he's so proud of himself for getting me off in such a public location. Looking back, I'm kind of surprised he didn't rip my wedding dress off right there in the church after we walked down the aisle." "So, I guess, you drifted off to sleep?" guessed Sandy. "Not on your life. It was my turn. So, as he looking at me, my hand floats down to his cock, and I couldn't believe how incredibly stiff it was. It felt wonderful. Well, two can play this game, you know what I mean? So I break contact, and he has this hurt look on his face, poor thing, and I bend forward like I'm going to get something out of my purse. I checked to make sure the coast was clear, then slid under the blanket and slipped myself between his legs so that no one could see. Even though the lights were low, I could still see that no one had lowered the flag on Jimmy's Jolly Roger..." Jane's friends couldn't control their laughter, especially with all the wine. "...so I just started rubbing my hands over it, lightly and softly. I could make out just about every detail, right down to his rim and head. Jeez, he's lucky he didn't have to get up to walk somewhere. Well, we're all nurses, right? And if I were to leave him in that condition, someone one would charge me with medical malpractice, so, medical necessity required that I 'first, do no harm,' and that's how I found out how sexy a zipper can sound when you are royally turned on. And guess what? Mr. 'full of surprises' had another one. He wore boxers. So, once I undid his belt and opened his pants a little, then pulled down his fly, boing!" Their communal laughter invited the attention of everyone else at the restaurant. The waiter returned. "Is everything here all right, ladies?" he asked. "Just fine," answered Jane. Could you bring us another bottle of wine? We'll be ready to order soon." "Yes, ma'am, be right back." She waited for him to leave. "Now, we've all seen guys naked before, but I'm telling you, he had – has – the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen. It's not massive. It's normal, maybe a little larger, but it's positively beautiful. That stiff shaft, his swollen head, it was really a work of art. So now, the cool air is causing him to start gasping, and I'm thinking, 'how does it feel?' I didn't know quite where to begin, so I'm just touching him all over, and then I pull his pants down a little more to expose his balls. I like making bread, so it's time to start kneading the dough, you know what I mean? And they just flowed through my fingers. I couldn't believe it, and from his reaction, neither could he. When they're warm and flowing, Jim just can't control himself if I lift them up and let them fall down between his legs, especially if I do that a lot, like then. I need to make this a package deal, I think to myself, so I'm barely stroking him with one hand while I take turns sucking on each of his balls and introducing him to the joys of his perineum with the other. I guess his first wife – Sharon, I think her name was, poor thing – never really got into that." "How's he taking all this?" asked Jennifer. "You know, for a moment there, I thought he might actually kick a hole in the bulkhead. Then I wondered whether he might be a closet epileptic, but I never really appreciated the kinds of guttural noises someone could make once you start running your lips and tongue up and down the underside of the shaft." "No one heard this?" said an unbelieving Barb. "You got to remember that just about everyone is watching TV or listening to an Ipod with their headphones, so they didn't know enough to pay us any attention. And by this point, Jim had grabbed a pillow and covered his face. It did a pretty good job of muffling his screams, but I could still hear him. A flight attendant even walked by and asked how he was. 'I'm fine,' he told her, and not to be morbid, but he almost sounded like Michael Jackson. I couldn't help but smile to myself, so, while he's keeping this conversation up, I figured I needed to keep something else up, too, so that's when I started taking him into my mouth as much as I could." "You gave him a BJ?" asked Sandy. "Look, I've never seen a cock that begged – I mean begged – to be sucked as much as his, and hey, this was the giving season, so, yeah," she said, very matter-of-factly. "I know what you may think about guys who openly say they're Christian, and I became one because of him, but if they're like he is, they're some of horniest guys on the planet. We had to attend pre-marital counseling at his church to be married there, and most of it's about money and sex. They said those two are the biggest reasons marriages fall apart. A lot of the sex part they took from 'Song of Solomon,' and I don't know if you've ever read that, but there are passages in there like where the wife or 'betrothed' says something like 'I kneel in your shade, and your fruit is sweet to my taste.' She ain't exactly talking about apple trees, if you get my drift, and meanwhile, I have my hands full – mouth, too – with a Golden Delicious and right about then, I needed some antioxidants, so some carnal nourishment seemed in perfectly good order." The waiter returned. "Are you ladies ready to order?" he asked. "I'd say she had her fill," retorted Barb. "Oh, mee-yooowwww," responded Jane. "Not quite yet. Give us five?" "Sure thing," he answered, leaving not quite knowing what was going on. "You know how guys complain because girls can't go the bathroom unless they're in groups?" Jane asked. "Yeah," answered Sandy. "Even if they could go with us, they still wouldn't understand what we're talking about." "You got that right," chimed Sandy. "So, by now, I figure it's time to get serious about playing 'bob for apples,' so, as best as I could, without, you know, calling attention to us, I start taking him in as much as I can over and over. He really filled my mouth, and I picked up this rhythm so that I could see what it meant to be white-knuckled. Jimmy was clutching the armrest for dear life with one hand while he was banging the seat cushion with the other, so I peaked up under the blanket and saw that he had his head thrown back and his eyes scrunched shut. It was really cute how his head thrashed left and right, so, I asked myself, 'has he forgotten his perineum?' I kept up the oral rhythm, sure, but I kept massaging his balls while I let a finger slip from time to time right underneath them. Poor boy. I could hear the bulkhead strain against his feet." "Are you a cock tease?" asked Jennifer. "Oh, I wasn't teasing. I wanted to make sure I made him feel as good as he made me. He wasn't going to get out of this without spilling a load, and boy, did he ever." "What did you do?" asked Sandy. "I kept the rhythm nice and steady, just like I knew he wanted, and you know what? I could actually feel him start to come. All while I'm mouth-fucking him, massaging his balls and stimulating his pleasure patch, I could just feel it start to build up. So could he, he told me later. It came from way deep inside his body, and the more I kept sucking him, the more I could feel it building. I just knew when his semen had started to enter his shaft, and I just knew how hard he was trying to hold it back. But hey, guys only have so much strength, you know? And when his pre-cum turned from a couple of drops into little bath for his penis head, I knew the main event wasn't far behind, so that's when I picked up the pace. God, he loved it, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when he started spurting. Forget that 'teaspoon' stuff they taught us at nursing school. Jim was a fucking geyser. Do you know how hot cum can be? I didn't know it was so warm. He told me later that he had saved up for two weeks before the wedding, and I was cool with that, because, what's that they say about guys? About 90 percent admit to masturbating and the other 10 percent are lying? Well, trust me, you don't know what two weeks' worth of cum looks like until you've seen it – tasted it – first hand, or first mouth. I don't know. Anyway, he looked at me while I looked up at him from under the blanket, and I swear his eyes were about ready to pop out at any second, and the rest of him looked like he was ready to blast off through the roof of the plane. There was cum everywhere. I sure hope they washed those blankets before the next flight, because I could still smell my sex." Plane Jane "What then?" pleaded Barb. "He needed to be brought back down to earth like he brought me down, so I just used what was there and used my mouth to give a cum bath to his cock and balls. He twitches a lot, did you know that? So, once he was pretty mellow, I came up from under the blankets, and we just melted into each other's arms, kissing a lot. He was OK with tasting a little of his cum, and he ran his fingers over my lips, so I could taste myself, too. Even if it wasn't quite as fresh." "Are you serious?" demanded Jennifer. "Honey, you have no idea what you're missing. Maybe your lover, too." "So is that the end of it?" "Don't you wish. He ran his fingers all over my back and I cradled his head, then I turned over, and he pressed his whole body against my back. That's when he started playing with my boobs. My nipples started getting hard and real sensitive, and by that time he was already deep kissing the back of neck. You know what he did next?" "I'm afraid to ask," said Sandy. "He started whispering French into my ear." "He speaks French?" asked Barb. "Fluently. I had no idea what he was saying, but God, it was erotic. I started tingling in places I didn't know tingled, and before I know it, his hand is on my hip. That's when I feel my skirt start drifting up my leg. Jim really likes playing with my ass. It has something to do with his love language." "His what?" inquired Jennifer. "Love language. We all have them. I think there's something like four. Jim's is definitely touch. Another one is acts of service. Security is the third one, and I forget the fourth. Anyway, a love language is what tells a person how much you care for them. When a couple first starts out, one partner usually 'speaks,' I guess you'd say, to the other in the love language that works for them. So, he's all over me down there because he wants me to be all over him down there. His hand goes under the silk and he is giving me the most wonderful massage I've ever had, and that's when he makes a return visit, if you will, especially after he pushes my panties down as far as he can. And uh-oh, something's sliding around and poking me back there. Gee, I wonder what that could be? I reached behind me and his cock just isn't erect, it's damn near pointing straight up. So he starts grinding his hips a little and letting slide all over me back there, then he guides it to where his hand was, and now he's resting on the magic door getting ready for a little 'open sesame' action." "The big moment has arrived," pronounced Sandy. "And you know, I must have been drenched because he just slipped it in so effortlessly. God, he filled me up. It felt great. Now, this is important. When guys get excited, I know, they can get be like a racing car right up until they shoot their load. They really need to take their time. Doing it this way makes the orgasm about a thousand times more intense that regular, even if it takes longer. Jim knows this, at least now he does, but maybe it's because of where we were at, too. He gets this slow rhythm going for a few minutes, and then I pushed back on him a little bit, and we both thought that really felt great, so we get a rhythm going together where I'm pushing my hips back while he's thrusting forward. He was going so far up into me that you probably could have seen his cock just by looking in my mouth." Her friends thought that was hilarious. "He's going on like this for a half-hour...." "A half hour?" Barb demanded. "Something like that, and he's thrusting up against my G-spot, and we're both gasping for air, so he starts picking up the tempo, and when he starts doing that, you know he's getting ready. So was I, so I reached back and grabbed his ass to pull him as far as he can go, then his breath starts going 'ha...ha...ha' and here come the 'mmm's' again. MMMmmm, MMMmmm, MMMMMMmmmm. That's when I turn my head to him as best I can and whisper, 'I want your cum in me, now!' I've never said anything like that before. I'm starting my own round two at the same time, you know what I mean? He gets real purposeful at that point, and I still can't believe this, but it's the first time we're really done it and we're coming at the same time! He keeps rubbing my clit, and I swear it feels like I'm having a clitoral and vaginal orgasm simultaneously. Have you ever heard of anything like that? And if that isn't getting me off, I can feel Jim coming inside me! He just kept gushing. I mean, how much did this guy have in his tank?" Her friends were silent, their jaws agape. "So, once we both, you know, start to recover, he just keeps his arms around me and nibbles my ear, and I just keep reaching back to play with his ass, and that's when we drifted off. He turned on his back at some point and I just sort of instinctively turned towards him to rest my arm on his chest, but we were pretty sound asleep after that. Well, then I feel someone tapping me on my shoulder, and I open my eyes, and it's the flight attendant. I'm thinking, "oh, shit." Jim's just about dead to the world, so he doesn't hear any of this." "Any of what?" asked Jennifer. "What the flight attendant said. 'We're going to be landing in an hour, so you and your, um, husband, is it? You need to start getting ready for landing. You newlyweds?' So I'm just glowing and I nod my head yes with this big grin on my face. 'How did you know?' I whispered to her. 'Couple of things,' she whispers back. The ring on your finger, and your husband's pants are down around his ankles.' And she can see how embarrassed I am, so she whispers, 'Don't worry about it, sweetheart. It'll be our little secret. I've seen just about everything in this job, even some people who wanted to get a threesome going.' Well, my mouth is wide open when I hear that, then she asks, 'Did he, um, you know?' So I smile and nod back and hold up two fingers. 'Twice? You mean he's not a one-and-done? You got something special there. Don't forget to take care of yourself, you know?' So I smiled and nodded and held up two fingers again, and she says, 'you, too? Oh, good for you. Maybe if my ex and me had been a little more adventurous, we might still be together. Can I ask you something?' So I'm like, sure, and she whispers, 'Can I see his cock?' Well, even though Jim's asleep, he's rock hard again, so I ask her for one of those warm towelettes they give you on long flights, and she gives me one, so-" "You let a flight attendant look at your new husband's cock?" demanded Sandy. "Oh, come one, Sandy, we see guys naked all the time. Besides, she thinks I got myself a trophy husband, and what's the use of having a trophy if you can't, you know, show it off every once in a while? So, I very carefully peel back his blanket, and there he is in all his glory, and she just gets slack jawed and whispers, 'Oh, my God, he's gorgeous!' And I have just have this big 'I know' look on my face, so while she's still watching, I take the towelette and start, you know cleaning him up down there. You should have seen her face while I'm wiping him off and letting his cock bounce all around. That's when he starts to wake up, so she makes a quick escape while I cover him back up. He's in this dreamy state still, so I kiss his cheek and tell him that we'll be landing soon. He looks around and then he realizes that he's still naked from the waist down, so he's trying to make sure no one sees while he reaches down and pulls up his pants. 'Nobody saw that, did they?' he asks, so, of course, I tell him, 'Oh, no, sweetheart, I'd never let that happen.' Pretty soon the plane landed, and then we were off to the hotel." Total silence. Jennifer broke it. "Does he have a brother?" she asked. "To hell with a brother, is he available for rent?" interrupted Barb. "Oh, ladies, please," responded Jane, "I could never take advantage of my friends and try to make money off them." "I was just kidding," answered Barb. "I might be talking into sharing, however," said Jane. "Sharing? You're newlyweds!" implored Sandy. "Oh, no, not like that, but we had lots of pillow talk in Zurich, and one of the things we did was share fantasies." "Yeah?" Jennifer inquired. "Yeah. It turns out that Jimmy has a thing for being naked in front of women." "What guy doesn't?" Sandy said. "Naked while the women stay dressed." "He's into CFNM?" asked a surprised Barb. "C-what?" "CFNM. Clothed Female, Naked Male. Lots of guys have that fantasy. They end up getting undressed while the women keep their clothes on. Jimmy Swaggart, Jr. likes that, huh?" "Yeah, that's it, but he hasn't actually, you know, done it. He just fantasizes about it" Jane said. "He talked about stuff like being an art model or going to a doctor's office for an exam. So, you all just gave me an idea. How about I have you all over next Saturday for an afternoon or evening of art? Or, since we have our annual professional education requirement, maybe we could have a home study on something like male anatomy, ED diagnosis, prostate exams, something like that. How about both? That'll keep us occupied for a few hours. I'll just tell him you're coming over, but that I'll need his help and he should plan on staying. He can, oh, I don't know, help out with refreshments. Then we can spring it on him at the last minute." "Are you sure you're OK with this?" asked Jennifer. "Absolutely. This is my way of showing him how much I love him. You might get an appetizer, but I keep the main course all to myself. Besides, this is for science. And art. How noble is that?"