What is the dress code for travelling alone…
...I did nothing but enjoy, staring at the younger and enjoying the fingers of the older… I moved my hips a little, contracted my vaginal muscles, spread my legs wider, my skirt lifting more and more…
What is the dress code for travelling alone… (or accompanied): high heels, a dress or a skirt, no underwear, or the kind that leaves ones pussy free of constraint, to be ready at all times, one never knows…
I should not boast, but business class it will be, I cannot tell you, beloved readers, how amazing that sounds! The last time I flew business a few years back, was with my Captain, where we simultaneously joined the High Miles club and boy, was it worth it. The excitement of fucking on a plane, whilst everyone is supposedly sleeping, and knowing one could crawl up on us at any given time made us come at tremendous speed… muffled moaning and groaning, a little ass showing between the aisles, and semen dripping down my legs… just the thought of it makes my pussy wet… I will soon have to masturbate and relieve myself before being able to continue my writings…
Back I am, a little sweaty and out of it, I can continue… My imagination is running wild and I can already picture myself…
The plane
I leaped on the plane like a gazelle, dressed in an effortlessly chic and sexy Frenchy attire. Let me detail it for you, a black pencil skirt, light black thigh-highs, a transparent open shirt, leather black jacket, and a pair of red heals to express the desire I was hoping to obtain during the flight. Staring eyes were felt upon her, whether young or older, single or married, she was fucking hot!
First to board the plane, first to place my little luggage above my head and already then did a young gentleman offer assistance.. He must have been in his thirties and was lavishingly delicious! Brownish hair, warm dark brown eyes, nice smile and nice teeth (very important), well built, a perfect 30-ish something for a quick I don’t know what… He was on the same row, but on the other side… how very unlucky…
I sat down and settled myself in, and was a little disappointed when no one had sat besides me… The doors were going to close when all of a sudden a final passenger hopped on board, and stumbled next to me. Well hello, he said… I just stared and smiled my biggest smile! A little older, mature, a bit of a badass, but with a blazer and shirt. Probably a few tattoos hiding and a Harley in the garage… The conversations flew as easily as did the champagne. It could not have been more pleasant. We openly spoke about sex, and fantasies, and his passion for the female gender, he could not seem more interested in them, had to have them all,… damn and I was looking for something easy, but not that easy. The lights began to dim, and the business class being not entirely full, beds were being made, many were already sound asleep, the only one on my row not sleeping was my mature neighbor and my hot 30-ish sending eye contacts at every occasion.
I was eagerly thing how it must feel to take his cock out and suck it delicately, when Mr Mature placed his hands between my thigh and went straight for my pussy. He took me by surprise and clutched my pussy… I made a gasp, stared at Mr Young and let out a delicate moan… I was wet as hell.. . the stewardesses had gone to their own space and I felt it was just me and my two.
I did nothing but enjoy, staring at the younger and enjoying the fingers of the older… I moved my hips a little, contracted my vaginal muscles, spread my legs wider, my skirt lifting more and more… I pressed the fingers of my right hand onto his jeans, my breathing accelerating, and screamed internally! I flushed and my body refound its consciousness!
I could have sucked his cock there and then but decided to freshen up in the lavatories. I arose, stared at Mr Young and went to the loo… Once done, I opened the door and Mr Young, thrushed me back in and locked the door… In a split second, his tong was down mine, my fingers were pulling on his zipper whilst he pulled up my skirt. His massive cock was up mine in no time, my fingers pulling into his hair, and exhaling into each other’s mouths. I thought I was wet before, forget it, He took his cock out turned me over, staring at each other in the mirror, he fucked me from behind, my hands holding myself against the sink, his hand in my shirt grasping my breasts, I don’t know how we did not wake the entire plane up… I climaxed again and prayed he would not come in me, he read my thoughts as he removed himself, soaked up my wetness and pussy fluids and rubbed them on his cock and my asshole… With no pre-realizations that I would be ass fucked, he did just that, I gasped again, and few hip movements later he moaned long and loudly and ejaculated as hard as he could. He kissed my neck, looked me in the mirror, zipped himself up and vanished into his readily made business class bed…
I stayed a while before returning to my seat. I had planned on sucking my neighbors cock, he deserved it, but after all the emotions, I decided to wait until breakfast…
Ridiculously hot