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Archive-name: Affairs/airfling.txt
Archive-title: Air Fling
This is my first posting ... I have more to share in the
future if you like this, but must post anonymously,
since I am
a senior manager at a Fortune 100 company and knowledge
about
my extra-curricular activities would cause the end of my
career.
It was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in
Brisbane for the long journey home to Boston. This was
the end
of a month-long campervan vacation in Australia, and I,
for
one, was overjoyed to be heading back to some normalcy.
For an
entire month my wife Anne (I call her "the queen") had
avoided
sex in the campervan, or anywhere else for that matter,
since
"the children are nearby." - The irony of her way of
thinking
will be evident shortly.
Actually, she is not very interested in sex anytime,
since
she was taught by her mother that sex was "dirty." The
only
time she ever saw her parents making love, they were
fully
clothed (hike up the skirt, dear - I'll just quickly
unzip.)
Sometimes I wonder how we ever ended up with three
children;
one is grown and on her own, the two boys (Ralph, 17 and
Trevor, 14) were with us on holiday. Because I travel
regularly, I have opportunity for other sexual outlets
during
the year, but four plus weeks within close quarters with
a
demanding uptight woman does not give you much
opportunity to
develop alternatives.
I had some first class upgrade coupons, but at check-in
time was told there was only one seat available. Anne
immediately volunteered because of her "potential for a
bad
back," and was seated in 3A. The boys and I were given
21K/L
and 22L. This was aisle and window seating in the 2-5-2
configuration, and the last two rows in the second
section. I
took the single seat, and let Ralph and Trevor sit
together for
the first ten-hour segment of the flight.
An attractive woman dressed in a loose sweater and very
tight blue jeans took the seat next to me. I could see
that
Ralph was uncomfortable and maybe even a little jealous,
since
he kept turning around to talk to me, but she was too
old (29)
to be interested in him.
She introduced herself as
Christine,
"You can call me Chrissy." She was about five foot
eight,
light brown (almost blond) long hair, a nice ass - firm
and
high, breasts with an impact even through her shapeless
sweater, and obviously in good physical condition.
Chrissy was headed for Miami to pick up her belongings
from
a recent divorce; she and her husband had been working
together
on private yachts for eight years, and he had developed
a
cocaine habit. When he would not seek help to end his
drug
addiction, and more immediately after a close call with
customs
in Australia last year, she decided then and there to
split
from him, filed for divorce, stayed in Brisbane, and had
just
been notified the divorce was final. In the meantime,
she had
met another guy she wanted to stay with, and was going
to Miami
to settle up the property and return to her new lover.
This I
discovered during dinner conversation and over a few
shared
glasses of wine. Looking into my eyes, she confided she
was
"now free and ready for some excitement."
The movie started, the flight attendants went around the
cabin to lower all the shades, and Chrissy said, "I'd
rather
talk, if it's OK with you; this movie is terrible." I
had also
seen the movie and agreed. We spent the next two hours
getting
to know each other better. Chrissy at one point said,
"You
have terrific eyes, I get really turned on by eyes." We
talked
about the kids, and when she asked if I was married and
learned
about Anne in the front cabin, she thought it displayed
selfish
behavior and then never mentioned my marital status
again.
By now, the boys had fallen asleep, and just before the
end
of the movie, Chrissy excused herself for a few minutes,
reached into the overhead bin for her carry-on
(stretched long
enough to get my mind focused on her hips and legs in
those
wonderful tight jeans,) and headed to the lavatory in
the
back. When she returned, she was wearing loose-fitting
sweatpants, and when she asked if I minded if she lifted
the
arm dividing the seats, I replied "Of course not!" By
now I
had an idea of what she had in mind, because she had
confided
during the movie that one of her greatest turn-ons was
the risk
of discovery while having sex. "My husband was not a
great
lover, but in the close confines of the boat it was
always
exciting to fuck without anyone nearby knowing about it;
I had
more orgasms from fucking near other people than from
the sex
act itself." As she shared this with me, she was already
visibly breathing more quickly.
Chrissy and I arranged the blankets over both of us, now
no
longer separated, and curled up like spoons in the
otherwise
crowded seats. I started to give her a back rub, slowly
working over her muscles by now cramped from the first
five
hours of the flight. She purred quietly, and after a
while
squirmed her shapely ass on the seat, pushing it back
into my
growing erection. With both hands I reached around under
her
loose sweater, and fondled her globes, her nipples
growing
firmer under my gentle stroking.
Chrissy reached back and with one hand released my belt,
then unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants. I whispered in
her
ear, "How do you do that? I can't even do that with one
hand,
and they're my pants." She laughed, and said, "Years of
practice; don't worry, it gets better." My hard-on
sprang out
of my tight bikini briefs as she pulled the waistband
forward,
and she whispered, "I'm glad you're not wearing boxer
shorts, I
can't stand them."
Chrissy began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing
with
its own lubrication. She used the pre-come to help
rotate her
fingers gently around the head, stroking it with ever
firmer
pressure. I withdrew my hands from under her sweater to
push
my pants down further, allowing me to slip the briefs
down
below my swollen balls, which she now explored with her
questing hand. Lubricating her fingers even more with
her
saliva, she alternately rubbed my balls and massaged the
head
of my dick.
My hands were now free, and I hungrily reached forward
for
her erect nipples, shortly afterward sliding my right
hand down
her belly and slipping it under the waistband of her
sweatpants. She was wearing no panties underneath, and
the
inside of the cotton sweats was already wet with her
juices.
As I stroked her mound, her lubrication welcomed my
fingers
into her warm wet cunt. Rubbing the juices on my
fingers, I
began to circle her clitoris and then used my fingers to
stroke
in and out of her pussy while my thumb pushed against
her
swollen clit. She was breathing harder now, and could
not stop
moving her ass around on the seat, first bucking her
soaking
cunt against my right hand, then pushing her ass back
against
my cock through the sweatpants.
Just then, the stewardess came down the aisle, paused
noticeably as she came up to our row, glared at me (me?
why me?
there are two of us here, you know!), almost said
something,
then apparently decided that since we were bothering
nobody
else, she would keep moving. Thank God! While we were
both
close to fully clothed at that time, there was little
chance
she could do anything legally disastrous, but who needs
the
embarrassment, or the hassle from the kids for that
matter.
As the stewardess left, Chrissy whispered. "She knows
exactly what we are doing, and she's jealous! Now I want
to
have your prick inside me. I'll keep quiet, but I need
you to
fuck me now." With this, she lifted her ass off the seat
and
slid her sweats down below her knees, then separated her
legs
slightly and moved back so I could slide into her
dripping
pussy from behind. I moved slowly in and out as she
purred and
pushed back onto my cock quietly so we would not wake
our
neighbors.
At the same time, I reached back around to stroke her
clitoris easily but steadily. The appearance of the
stewardess
had startled me, and most of the urgency for release
that had
built up from her stroking my hard-on had subsided, so
it was a
nice, long, easy fuck, punctuated by her spasming in
orgasm
three times before my cock pressure built up to the
point of no
return. I came with the most excruciating pleasure I had
felt
in my life (actually for the last month, but you know
how easy
it is to lose perspective at the moment.) I felt like I
unleashed at least a pint of come into her already
dripping
cunt. I sighed, and whispered' "Chrissy, it must have
been
heaven that sent you to this seat. You don't know how
much I
needed that."
She then turned around in the seat to sit normally, and
kissed me for the first time. "I needed it just as much
as you
did; you're a terrific fuck, but on top of that it's the
danger
that makes me come so much. Thanks for being here, I
dreamed
that I'd be fucked silly on this trip. As we kissed, I
told
her about my favorite turn-on. "What I like best is
eating
pussy, but there is no room here for that. Would you
like to
go to the back of the plane with me?"
"What do you mean? In the lavatory?" she asked.
"Yes. If we are reasonably cautious we can get in there
without causing an uproar," I replied.
"I've never done that before," Chrissy explained.
"There's a first time for everything," I said, and moved
to
pull up my pants and buckle my belt. She thought about
it for
a minute, and then said, "why not, let's try it!" She
drew up
the sweatpants and tied the drawstring (I hadn't noticed
there
was one before - must not have been tied.) Then she got
up and
headed for the back of the plane, with me following
directly
behind.
She entered the first lavatory, which was vacant (good
thing the flight was long, and everybody was still
asleep.) I
slipped right in behind her before the flight attendants
noticed we were even there. As I closed the door, she
turned
and we started to kiss passionately. She broke for a
quick
query, "how do you do anything in this little space?" As
I
untied the drawstring on her sweatpants, I said, "Just
lift up
and sit on the sink, and let me taste your cunt."
Chrissy lifted, spread her legs, and I could see her
cunt
lips were still swollen from her last orgasm. I gently
tongued
her outer lips, occasionally swiveling my head to nip
the
insides of her thighs, but always returning to circle
her clit,
and as it swelled up, suck on it gently. There was no
end to
the wetness; her own lubrication, supplemented by the
enormous
load of come I had left in her pussy, dripped down both
sides
of my chin onto the stainless steel sink surface and
trailed
down her thighs.
After tonguing her into a few more orgasms, I realized
how
hard I was getting again, and finally stood up, sliding
her ass
slightly off the surface, and drove my cock into her
again
while we exchanged extremely wet but tasty kisses,
flavored by
both of our juices. Such a short time after the last
fuck, and
she was sooo wet; this time it lasted at least twenty
minutes,
both of us sighing and savoring the overwhelming
sensations
coursing through our bodies. Finally, after a slow
buildup
that I never wanted to end, I came again, not as much
this
time, but she sensed it and started bucking hard just at
the
same moment. The pleasure was so intense it was almost
painful.
The light came on to return to the cabin, and after a
few
minutes we were able to adjust ourselves to some degree
of present ability to return to our seats. Just as we opened
the
door, the same stewardess was looking right into my
eyes. She
said angrily, "Please return to your seats and stay
there. We
have some turbulence and the captain has turned on the
seat
belt sign." I couldn't help but think that maybe we were
the
cause of the turbulence, but then that's just my
imagination
running away with me again.
As we settled in to the seats, Chrissy pushed the seat
divider down, saying, "I think everyone is waking up,
let's not
embarrass your boys." The breakfast service was
beginning, the
cabin lights were turned on, and we were again two
strangers
who happened to be sitting next to each other on the
plane.
The secret of our mile-high lovemaking was secure.
We exchanged addresses, but with her in Brisbane and me
in
Boston it's not likely we'll ever meet again. Both of us
promised to use caution in contacting each other should
the
opportunity arise, so our current SO would not be
disturbed,
but also promised to get together if possible again.
I said goodbye to Chrissy at the seat, and went forward
with the unsuspecting boys to deplane.
As we got to the end of the ramp in the terminal, I
asked
Anne, "How was your flight?"
"Great," she replied, "one of the most relaxing ever."
"Me too!" |
