Sex On Flight
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It was a late night flight and I got the middle seat. I was cursing my bad luck for that. It’s so difficult to catch a nap in a middle seat on a plane. While I was in the queue for the boarding pass, there was this tall hot girl in front of me in a mini skirt. Wearing a mini skirt in the winter needs some guts, i thought to myself. That too something that looked more of a micro than a mini , not the fitting type but a little flared one. I guess everyone standing behind her was wishing that she drops something from her hand and bends down to pick it. Again my bad luck that I was right behind her and not further behind. The view of a miniskirt when you are right next to the girl is nothing much to enjoy. The queue dragged on and I guess the only thing that made the waiting time worthwhile was the miniskirt, or rather say whatever was not covered by it. It was a red skirt, I wondered, what color her panties would be. To while away the time I wondered what it would be like to make my fingers travel up her thighs and discover the color of her panties. Another potential thought was , what if there are no panties in there. Will it be a smooth landing or would there be bushes. Realizing that is she is daring to wear a micro/mini in winter , it would have to be a smooth landing inside there and my guess would be that there has to be panties to save her pussy from the chill. I wonder if I said it loud because she turned around and looked at me quizzically , and from there on she turned and looked at me a few times till the time she reached at the counter. Each of us took our boarding cards one after another and marched on towards security screening. Didn’t see her after that for the 30 minutes I waited for the boarding. And as bad luck would have it , the flight was announced to be delayed by another 1 hour because of fog and poor visibility. I walked around the lounge trying to locate her and get a better view of her hot legs, but she was nowhere to be found. I wondered if she was just a figment if my imagination. Time flies in such situations and finally boarding was announced. I waited for most people to enter and went in only when almost all had boarder. Inside, the flight was full. When I reached my seat , all three were empty and I had the middle seat. And there was no passenger behind me waiting for a seat. I guess my luck just turned better. I might have all the three seat to myself. I put my bag in the overhead bin and took my middle seat and sat like a king would on his throne. I was enjoying my luck, and just as I was , the air hostess announced that the last passenger just boarded and boarding is completed. I waited for the that last passenger to come in and destroy my throne. A tall figure reached my row and said “I have a window seat” . I looked up and saw, it was the same hot girl that was in front of me in the queue. And even before I was able to get up to make way for her, she was already entering the row, facing away and with her back towards me. Her mini skirt just brushed past my face. She sat down and adjusted her skirt, thought there wasn’t much to adjust. She half stood up and adjusted her skirt a bit more, actually she pulled it out from under her ass such that she would not be sitting on the skirt but directly on the seat. I could feel a bit of turmoil inside my pants. All the while I was to busy looking at her skirt that I missed looking at her top. It was a creamy white lightly printed semi-transparent button-down blouse, short enough to show an inch of skin above the skirt. What’s more exciting was the bra she was wearing, it was red and very lacy, lacy enough to show a bit of skin if her blouse is removed. She had a nice pair of tits from how it looked like, didn’t see that before as all I saw before was back of her legs and her silhouette. The flight started to take off by the time I watched her settling down. Once we were airborne she pulled out a light blanket out of her bag and wrapped it around herself, may be the AC was a bit cold for her as compared to the winter chill outside, I mused. I recline my seat and tried to take a nap imagining sensual things about the hot girl by my side. I woke up when she tapped on my shoulder, the tray table in front of her was pulled down and she asked if she could pull down the one in front of me as well so that she could sleep leaning forward. I mechanically agreed without a thought and pulled it down for her. She placed her hands on the two tray tables combined with her elbows outward and put her head down and tried to sleep. My elbows were resting on the armrest and in a few minutes, the sides of her upper body started pressing against my elbows. Initially, it was light and then it was heavier as if she has released the weights of her body. Was it intentional or unintentional I could not make out? A little later she woke up and asked me if it’s ok to lift up the armrest between our seats as it is pressing against her ribs. Before I even agreed she had lifted it. Once again she put her head down and started sleeping. Now I had no place to put my left hand/elbow, so I just placed it on my left thigh. I was wondering if I should take all these as a green signal or is it that she is just a careless and carefree lass. I thought I should wait for her to lead me in if she means it. I was right, I felt a hand on my left thigh, had to be her left hand as her right hand was supporting her head on the tray table in front of me, and the blanked was obstructing all the view. Her hand was quite close to my crotch but it was just there and doing nothing, but the presence of her hand so close to my crotch was enough for me to get a feeling of arousal down there. I felt that her hand was very very slowly creeping towards my crotch, or was it my imagination? Her hands hunted for my left hand and held it and lifted it, lifted it till I felt something lacy against the palm of my hand. It just struck me that if something lacy has to touch my palm, it has to be her bra and that also means that her blouse is now open under the blanket. Hesitatingly I squeezed the lacy material lightly, and in response, she lowered her chest and pressed the back of my hands upwards. My quick action would have made her think that I was waiting for this to happen. I took the hint and squeezed her lacy bra and her breast a little more firmly. When I did that she removed her hand and landed it right back on my crotch. I continued the squeezing of her right breast, light, and firm, I felt her nipple harden through the laces. While I was busy squeezing her breast, her fingers were busy unbuttoning the button fly if my trouser. While she was unbuttoning, she was deliberately rolling her hand firmly over my crotch as if she is finding it difficult to unbutton it with one hand. Her rolling hands were making my dick harder and I bet she was feeling it all the while and her rolling was intentional. Cabin lights were dimmed by the hostess and the. Blanket was further covering our acts. She had by now unbuttoned my fly and her hand was entering it, fingers searching for the hardness inside. She found it and started pulling it out of my fly. I was using my finger to tease her nipple through the lace. Trying to make it harder, alternating between squeezing breasts and tracing over nipples. She managed to pull out my hardness and was stroking it now in a slow motion . The undulations even in her slow stroking was reflecting a response to the way I was squeezing her breast. A firmer squeeze to her breast was responded with her giving a firmer stroke to my hardness and a gentle tease on her nipple would be responded with her finger teasing the back of tip of my hardness. A slow sync was established and it was like I am guiding her hands through her breast and it was a different feeling this way. While fumbling to find a way into her right lacy bra so that I could feel her bare breast and nipple, my hand reached the middle of the breasts and something metallic brushed my finger. That very moment she tightened her grip on my hardness. As I moved my fingers away from that metallic thing she loosened her grip, indicating to me that it was something important there. I fumbled with the metallic thing in her bra between her breast and she tightened her grip on my dick, indicating to me to do something with it. It was a moment later I realized that it was a front open bra. I fumbled with the hook again and released it. The bra burst open with the weight of her breasts hanging into it. Now they were hanging free and bare. I touched each of them one by one and squeezed lightly, and teased each nipple. Both nipples were hard and teasing them was responded with nice firm strokes and teasing on my dick. After a little foreplay with her breasts, I dared a bit by placing my hand on her thighs, just below where her skirt ended, which was still very high on her thighs. She spread her thighs a bit indicating that I was going in right direction and started stroking my dick a bit faster. I started stroking my fingers on her thighs. With every stroke, I was moving my fingers higher up on her thighs. Every time getting closer to her crotch. In about 10 strokes, I managed to touch her crotch and found that there was nothing between my fingers and her crotch as opposed to my guess that there would be a panty. Was she not wearing it when she was in the queue or did she remove it later, was what I started wondering. I felt the wetness from her pussy on my fingers. As I stroked downward, her wetness on my fingers dried as it spread on to her thighs. I think she felt good as her hands were working more magic on my dick. In my next stroke, I lingered my fingers near her crotch and gathered more wetness by playing a little with her pussy lips. And then stroked down her other thigh. I was further encouraged by a firm swirling stroke in my dick. I placed my fingers on her pussy as if covering them and then bent my middle finger and slowly entered it into her wet pussy, and slowly moved it in and out. It was a slow fuck, slow firm and steady and she was reciprocating with the same rhythm on my dick. Every time she reached on the top of my dick she would swirl her fingers around the top as if she is opening a bottle and that was driving me to the edge of cumming and yet not enough to cum. I would lightly drag my finger over her clits as I pull it out of her pussy each time, her hips had started moving in the same rhythm as my fingers were fucking her pussy. And at the time she would squeeze her thighs trapping my fingers deep in her pussy. I really wished I could use my right hand to tease her nipples and squeeze her breast , at least the right one. She shifted her position a bit to help me reach her breast. Her nipples were still hard. I started rolling the right nipple between my fingers I increased the intensity of my finger fucking her and she I increased the firmness and speed of stroking my dick. In some time we both were ready to come, a firmer strike by her and squeezing of her thighs confirmed to me that she was also ready to come and in a moment we both came. It was the most silent orgasm I had and probably the most silent organs she had . Neither of us would forget that we are inside a plane and there are passengers on the other side of aisle who might notice. I could feel the strength of her orgasm in the way she squeezed her thighs. She had almost crushed my hands in her crotch. She slowly opened her thighs and released my hand. My hands were completely drenched in her pussy juices. She guided my hand to wipe on her skirt itself. I closed my eyes and re-imagined the whole thing right from the time she was standing in front of me in the queue. Now the knowledge that I had that she had no panties all the while made me feel aroused once again. I was wondering how it would be to feel so naked under such a small skirt without any panties , and as I was aroused imagining this , I felt her hands on my dick again , stroking me again. She turned her head towards me and asked me if I was thinking about her being without party standing in front of him in the queue. And I nodded yes, and she said that my dick had already answered that question. She told me to put my finger back in her pussy and just keep it there without moving. And she just held on to my dick for the rest of the flight. With an occasional stroking to keep me hard and an occasional movement of my fingers to keep her wet. When the captain announced the descent of the flight for landing , she pushed my dick back into my trouser and I quickly pulled out my finger from her pussy and buttoned up my fly. She pulled of her bra and buttoned up her blouse , her breast and nipples clearly visible through the semi-transparent material of the blouse when looked at closely . She put the blanket and her bra in the bag, pulled out a lacy thong and pulled it on. It was a red one too. The bra, the skirt and the thong, a perfect match. When she got up after landing, there was a very wet patch on the seat. She got up even before I did and got past me into the aisle and just walked away, no good bye or no other gesture. Her hips swaying and surely arousing the many men who were still seated by the aisle and many of them wondering if she is wearing panties under that skirt. I roamed around the city for some time and reached my hotel and picked up my keys from the reception and entered my room. I kicked of my shoes and pulled of my clothes and walked into the shower , where my fiancee was already having a shower. I hugged her from behind and cupped her breast , and whispered into her ears that she looked hot in the shower. Holding her breasts in both hands, I told her that her tits are beautiful. She turned towards me and kissed me on my lips and then I whispered into her ear – “hope the stranger on plane treated you well” and she replied “yes and hope the mini skirt was short enough for your liking” and we kissed each other again. She held my dick once again and started giving me a slow sensual blowjob, it was a heavenly experience . After that, we got into the bed and fucked each other very hard. The flashing images of what we did in a plane made me harder and made her wetter. It was the best fuck we had till then. In the morning she woke me up holding my dick with a morning wood firmly in her hands, she asked me, “so what’s going to be our next sex adventure” I smiled and said, as soon as we can find a shorter tighter skirt for you and she smiled back a knowing smile. If you like the story, please write to me on [email protected] with your thought for the next in series for this couple.