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Ethel's Exit Row Ch. 01

By: Decayed Angel



I had run a bit late in getting to Reagan Airport, but fortunately, the outside luggage check-in had no line, so I quickly checked my bag and headed toward security. The line for security wasn't too bad either, nothing like the winding snakes I often would hit in Terminal B, so by the time I made it to my gate, I still had an hour before flight time. I grabbed a book and started reading, comfortable with the fact I had an exit row seat, so I'd avoid the cramped seats for the two and a half hour flight to Memphis.

I read for about forty-five minutes and then heard the call for courtesy boarding for First Class passengers. Putting my book away, I headed toward the counter, waiting for the courtesy boarding to continue with the frequent flyers. I quickly found myself huddled in a group of obvious businessmen and businesswomen, but oddly, I spotted an older couple in our midst. They were a bit slow moving, so I figured they were those who needed a little more time down the jetway.

In just a few moments the airline continued the courtesy boarding and I walked down the jetway and stepped onto the plane, finding my exit row window seat and quickly slipped in. Since the exit rows and the seats toward the front are held for frequent flyers, I expected several business people to slide in the spacious seats next to mine, but instead, the old woman sat next to me and her even older husband sat at the aisle seat.

It took some time for the rest of the plane to board, so I grabbed my book and started reading again. I got so engrossed that before I knew it, I felt the plane lurch backwards and then move out to the taxiway for the short trip to the runway. After a short wait, we took off and I returned to my book. The plan quickly reached altitude and the fight attendants served the beverages as many on the plane became engrossed in reading, or fell asleep. I could even hear some snoring when the old lady next to me leaned over and said, "I'm sorry about his snoring. I sit next to him on the plane for company and he goes to sleep on me, how do you like that?"

I smiled a bit, wanting to get back to my book, but as she continued looking at me I felt like I had to say something. Finally I said, "Yeah, I don't know what it is, but flying can be very tiring."

"But you're not sleeping," she said and then reaching her hand to me she continued, "I'm Ethel by the way."

"Hi Ethel, I'm Marc," I replied.

"You know Marc, I fly a lot and one thing that always happens to me is, well... I get horny."

"What the hell?" I thought to myself, wondering where this was going.

"You blush, but to tell the truth, I do, and this old guy dozes off and leaves me hanging here. I used to be a flight attendant, back in my youth. They used to call us stewardesses and you had to look pretty damn good to qualify. And oh I did look good, had all the pilots chasing me, acting like they weren't married. I did have fun flying, which may be why I get so horny, I mean I was in the mile high club in prop planes."

This was getting interesting, so I slipped my book in the pouch on the seat in front of me and listened to her tell her stories. They quickly became increasingly more sexy and graphic and as she continued I realized I had an erection from just listening to her stories. While she talked I did get a good look at her and could see for sure that in her younger days she must have been gorgeous. Her hair was now silvery gray, but I pictured it a dark brown, with her brown eyes and still nearly flawless skin. Yeah there were a few wrinkles but very few for a woman old enough to be a stewardess on a propeller plane.

Well, during one of her stories, she reached over to me, I guess to touch my arm or something, but instead her hand ended up in my lap. I didn't move and then was surprised when instead of removing her hand, the gently squeezed my hard cock and whispered, "I wonder if I still got it."

"Got what?"

"Back in the day, the pilots would often take a break and I would go up front while the pilot or first officer stretched their legs in the back of the plane. Whenever they did that, whoever was left to fly the plane quickly switched to autopilot and I'd give them a blow job. Of course it was always a race to finish him off and be back fully dressed with the plane off autopilot by the time the other returned."

"And so?" I asked.

"Why don't we give it a try," she said, raising the arm rest between us.

Not sure how to respond, I opened my mouth and then shut it, opened it again and then shut it again. By the time I finished that, she had unfastened my pants, pulled my cock out and had it firmly in her mouth. Immediately I was amazed at the amount of suction she was applying to my cock. Women one third her age couldn't have sucked on me harder, at least they hadn't in my experience.

Soon, I was moving my hips up and down, pushing my cock up as she bobbed her head up and down on me, her hand moving to my shaft to stroke it up and down. She was incredible and in a minute or so, the movement of her tongue over the head of my cock, combined with the suction and the stroking of her hands had me wincing as the pleasure of it all. Finally, I lifted myself off the seat, trying to push my cock deeper into her mouth and then I came, shooting my hot jism into her mouth.

She swallowed quickly, not letting a drop spill out. Finally, as my cock softened some, she pulled her head up, smiled at me and said, "And you know, I never spilled a single drop back then either." That's what she said and I believe every word of it. 

Ethel's Exit Row Ch. 02



If you told me this would be happening, I'd never have believed it, not in my wildest dreams. Here I was, comfortably seated next to an attractive older woman on the exit row of the airplane and the woman came on to me. Not only did she come on to me, she had leaned over and given me the best blow job I have ever gotten, all the while her husband slept in the seat next to her. So there I was, zipping up my zipper and thinking to my self, "I wish there was a way I could return the favor."

She looked over at me and said, "There is."

"There is what?" I asked.

"There is a way you can return the favor."

"I said that out loud?"

Smiling, she nodded, saying, "And I'm glad you did. I was kind of thinking the same thing, wondering how you could return the favor."

"But to do that, I'd have to get on the floor in front of you," I said.

"Well, this is an exit row, there is plenty of space."

She was right, I could easily slip onto the floor and kneel between her legs. Well there was space to, it wouldn't be easy, "But what about your husband?"

"What about him?"

"We might wake him up."

"Oh he's dead to the world now, I think I could suck his cock and he wouldn't wake up."

Grabbing my cock I said, "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

She smiled and then said, "Look, I have a blanket here, I'll just cover up in it and let part of it cover you when you're down there. That way if a flight attendant or passenger happens to walk by, they will simply think I am asleep. If you need to stop, I'll just grab your shoulder hard. I'll let it go when you can start again."

I looked over to her and thought, "She is very inviting and yeah, I'd love to get a taste of her." When I finished the thought I paused to see if she said anything, just to make sure I wasn't thinking out loud again. She just kept looking at me, so I figured I kept that thought in my head at least.

Scooting up in my seat I looked up toward the front of the plane and then to the back making sure no one was moving up or down the center aisle. Confirming no one was moving about, I slipped down onto the floor and moved in front of the old lady. She opened her legs and I reached up, grabbed her panties and pulled them off. Now she scooted up in her seat, bringing her pussy close to me.

Unfortunately, under the blanket it was too dark to look at her pussy, but I kissed up her thighs and moved over to her lips, breathing in her earthy scent. I slipped my tongue between her lips and pushed it into her. She tasted, slightly salty and a bit tangy, stronger than the few women I had done that to, but it was very good. Moving my tongue inside her for a bit, I savored her flavor before sliding my tongue up her slit to her clit. Once I found the tiny nub, I began circling it with my tongue.

She responded immediately, moving her hips up and down, pushing against me. I moved closer to her and sucked her clit into my mouth and began sucking, while moving my hand up between her legs and working first one, then a second finger inside her. Suddenly I heard an announcement from the pilot telling us to fasten our seatbelts since we were hitting some turbulence. I didn't move, instead I continued licking and sucking her clit, while pushing my fingers in and out of her.

By this time she was moving up and down and all around, grinding her pussy into my face, pinching my head between her thighs and wrapping her legs around me. She moved up and down and then side to side, sometimes so fast and hard that I couldn't tell whether it was the turbulence or if it was just her. Finally, she reached down and grabbed my head, pulling me tight to her as she came. My fingers were deep inside her so I could feel her pussy pulsate in ecstasy.

I was about to move out from between her legs when she grabbed my shoulder. The flight attendant was picking up the last of the trash and quickly moved on past. The old lady then released my shoulder and I moved back to my seat. She fumbled around looking for her panties, but her husband then woke up, so she stopped looking. Trying to act casual now that her husband was awake, I leaned my head against the window.

Apparently I dozed off, because the next thing I knew, the plane was touching down and the old lady turned her head to me and said, "It was so nice talking to you today. You brought back a lot of memories." She then stood up and followed her husband out of the exit row and moved down the center aisle heading for the door.

I bent over and picked her panties up off the floor and slipped them into my pocket. Looking up I spotted another old lady looking as me seductively. After a few moments she moved on down the aisle as I watched her from behind, enjoying the way her ass jiggled and swayed as she walked.