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By *rinhue OP Couple
over a year ago
Blackpool |
It’s 4 hours into our 8 hour flight home. We’ve have 2 weeks of sun and sex; swinging with other couples, fucking outside and not a bikini or swim short in sight when we were sunbathing. The dinner meal has been served, eaten and taken away. The lights in cabin have been dimmed down to allow people to sleep, so the only light comes from the occasional reader or tv screen and the dim strips lighting the aisle. I don’t want to go back to the monotomy of the daily office job, too tired at the end of the day for fun and sex.
My partner has fallen asleep already, wrapped up in the aeroplane blanket with the eyemask and ear plugs. I look around - the people in the seats around us are asleep too - and a naughty thought comes into my head. The cabin staff are tucked away in the middle of the plane, no one would notice if I slipped my hand underneath J’s blanket.
I spread my blanket over my lap, lift the arm rest and cuddle up with him, sliding my hand underneath the blanket to his crotch. I stroke his cock through his trousers, wanting it to get hard. He stirs at my touch and I smirk, knowing he can’t see me with his eyemask on. With another quick glace around to make sure no one is watching, I unzip his trousers, pull out his hardening cock and start to massage him under the blanket. He’s waking up now, so I make shushing noises to keep him from moaning out loud. I spit in my hand quickly and thrust it back under the blankets to get his manhood nice and wet. I enjoy the slip of his foreskin and the way he twitches when my thumb brushes his head. I’m getting wet and I can feel my juices dripping onto my underwear.
I want more.
J is now fully awake, but I don’t let him remove his eyemask. His hand feels for my wet slit, taking advantage of the elastic waistband to start massaging my clit. I want to moan at how good it feels, but I’m concious of the other people sitting around us. No doubt some of them would love to watch. I feel naughty and my hornyness increases as his fingers slip inside me, and I wank him harder.
Needing a release, I tuck him back into his trousers and pull his hand out of my pants. I tell him I need the bathroom and he gets up along with me. As we walk down the aisle together I’m quivering with anticipation at what will happen in the tiny toilet cubicle at the rear of the plane. One man looks up from his book as we pass him, a smile spreading across his face as he notes where we’re going. I smile back smugly. The back of the plane is quiet and empty. I pull J into one of the toilets and lock the door.
As soon as the door closes he pounces on me. Pushing me up against the wall, his lips meet mine and we kiss furiously. I quickly undo his trousers and pull down my own. My knickers follow soon after as I bend over the closed toilet ready for him. J wastes no time and thrusts straight into me. He fucks me hard and fast, pulling my hair. I want to scream. I must. Not. Scream. My orgasm builds quickly and then with one last deep thrust, J cums in me, his hands gripping my hips tight and fingernails dig into my skin. I cum too, the orgasm wracking my muscles with heat and spasms that send waves of pleasure through me. I slowly straighten up and turn to face J, a huge grin of satisfaction plastered on my face. We’ve just joined the mile high club. J grins back at me, his cock going soft covered in my juices and his cum.
There is a knock on the door. “Excuse me, is anyone in there?” |
