Flight 269 to NY

Transcript

I was having one of those days. You know the type. Nothing seems to go right.

Traffic is busy. Weather is shitty. Every little thing seems like it's piled up against you.

And now, I'm standing in line for my 12am flight back to New York City after an exhausting work trip in London. Would all remaining passengers please board. This is your final call for flight 269 to New York City.

Final boarding call, flight 269 to New York. The final boarding call rings out in the loudspeaker and I make my way finally to the front of the line. I march onto the plane, a jumbo jet, for this long haul overnighter across the Atlantic.

I work my way gradually all the way to the back of the plane, the very back, the last seat on the left. As I'm looking up to the already full overhead bins, scrambling to put my bag somewhere, I finally find enough space to squeeze them in. I look down to my row of three seats, two remaining empty, and there you are, tucked in the corner by the window, the cutest girl I've seen in a long time.

Beautiful hair careens down over your face as you look up to see me. Our eyes meet for the first time. We both have that blank expression when you see something you weren't expecting, that wow face.

And something passes between us, something chemical, magical. Barely a word is spoken at first. I manage to spit out a hello, and you say hi.

As I take my seat on the aisle, leaving the spot between us empty, and I desperately hope it remains that way and that nobody interferes with our little back-of-the-plane zone. Sure enough, moments later, as everyone scrambles to take their seats and the doors close and the last remaining passengers are on board, I look up the aisle to ensure that nobody else is coming my way. Perfect.

Looks like we're riding in comfort. I glance over to you and it seems like you're thinking the same thing I am. Nothing wrong with a little elbow room and a cute passenger beside you.

The flight takes off, late of course, it's close to 12.30 at night, and most people are settling in to sleep, but I'm wide awake, and have a feeling that you are too. The stewardess makes her way to us. I let you order first.

You ask for a red wine, and she gives you a little mini bottle, which is about a glass and a half. Good idea. So I follow your lead and ask for the same.

I throw in a fruit and cheese platter, for good measure. Now, with both of us sipping the same decent glass of red Malbec, I turn to ask you if you'd like to share my cheese and grapes, as there's more than enough for me. You seem keen on the idea, hungry, so I take the opportunity to scooch over to the middle seat that's still empty and place the food on the tray in front of me, so it's easier for you to reach.

I give you a cheers, allowing our eyes to meet and linger again comfortably. We start making small talk. Turns out we're both returning home to New York after long, exhausting business trips in Europe.

We're similar age, and both still very attracted to one another. It's one of those conversations that nothing really important needs to be said, yet we still hang off each other's every word. Deep, emotional eye contact.

You even brush your hand against mine a few times, or play with your hair flirtatiously. I know the signs, and I'm reading them loud and clear. As the stewardess collects our empty wine glasses, she offers us two blankets and says the flight crew will be calling it a night, but to give them a call if we need anything, as they won't be making the rounds again.

We say that's fine, accept the blankets thankfully and ease into our seats comfortably. You lay your blanket across both of us, and I decide to hang the other one up to the overhead compartment, essentially forming a wall to the rest of the plane. Our private corner on this jumbo jet just got a whole lot cozier.

Maybe it's the wine, or the altitude, but we both feel giddy and confident. Your hand is the first to begin exploring my leg below the blanket, as you look over to me with the cutest little devilish grin and bite your lip. I feel my cock begin to harden immediately, as your hand on my thigh is only inches away from it, and it's growing by the second.

I place my hand on top of yours for a moment, easing you closer, before excitedly sliding my hand towards your leg, where I feel your smooth, bare knee, exposed beneath the skirt you're wearing. You let out a quiet little moan now, as both of our hands move eagerly towards their desired targets. Your hand finds my now fully engorged dick, and you grab onto it hungrily through the thin material of my dress pants.

Now it's my turn to let out a breathy moan of approval. Oh, oh, mm-hmm, oh. I begin gliding my hand up your skirt, tracing along your creamy skin, ever closer to my prize.

Your breathing has intensified now, and your other hand grabs my adventurous fingers and eases them straight up your leg to your awaiting pussy, which I'm very excited to discover is soaking wet, and not even hidden behind panties, because clearly you're not wearing any. Upon learning this, I grin over to you sheepishly, and you return my look with a coy smile, before your mouth parts into an O, as my fingers graze along your tender clit, tracing circles around it, and you begin bucking up towards my hand, your hips pressed up in the air. So I slide my fingers deeply into you then, and you have to hold back from screaming, but I know you want to by that desperate look in your eye.

I keep fingering you, rubbing my hands against your clit, and all around your pussy. Oh, it feels so good. At this point, you have a firm death grip on my cock, and I can feel my balls have enlarged and crave that release.

With my two fingers deep in your glorious wet pussy, you decide to reach over and unbuckle my belt, then quickly undo my pants and lower my fly, until you can't wait any longer, and you begin to pull out my thick, long cock. Inch by inch, I see your eyes grow as you get a good look at my generous manhood. You look to me with delight, then lick your lips, lift the blanket, and place my dick right into your awaiting mouth.

Now it's my turn to hold back my scream as your wet tongue and mouth feel fucking unbelievable. You work at least half of my long dick in and out of your mouth several times, before teasing the tip with your tongue and saliva, and then looking up at me again. I still have a firm grip on your pussy, and have been enjoying your juices as they drip down my fingers onto my wrist.

So I remove my hand and begin licking my fingers for you, which seems to drive you wild, and you can't contain yourself any longer. Quickly you reach into your purse and pull out a condom, open the package, and slide it over my throbbing dick. Then you kiss me passionately for the first time.

Our lips blend together, along with each other's fluids and aromas, until we tear our mouths apart and you slide your ass over onto my lap, hiking up your skirt and sliding me quickly into your awaiting pussy. While trying to be quiet and not moving too much, you press your ass into me, and I feel my entire dick disappear into your slippery crevice, breathing into your ear loudly from behind now, as you continue pushing up and down, riding my dick perfectly on the back of this big dark airplane. I reach around and grab onto your perky tits for the first time now.

I love the way they feel. I slide my hand under your shirt and under your bra until I have a good hold of your nipple and begin squeezing and teasing and rubbing your tits. This is all just too much, though, for both of us.

I hear your breathing speed up rapidly, and you turn around and tell me you're about to come. I realize I'm totally going to finish soon, too, as I feel your body begin to convulse and orgasm right there on top of me. I kiss your neck and the side of your face.

Your pleasure seems to go on forever, and I can tell you are very satisfied as you slide off of me and quickly remove the condom from my dick and place it back into your mouth. Oh, fuck. Oh, yes.

Oh, baby. Oh, fuck. That feels good.

Oh, my god. You're amazing. Oh.

Oh, you're going to make me cum so much, baby. Oh, is that okay? Oh, can I cum in your mouth? And instead of replying, you simply take me deeper into your throat and continue, harder and faster now.

My dick throbs and my body feels light as you give me the most incredible orgasm I've ever had, and you swallow every single drop before coming up and giving me a kiss on the cheek and a sultry smile. Then you go back into your seat beside me and rest your head on my shoulder. I lay the blanket over our half-naked bodies, and we both drift into a perfect sleep, all the way back to New York City.