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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I occasionally travel on business across the Atlantic, but budget cuts since the recession have required coach class travel. The work is interesting once I get to my destination, but I dread the flights there and back with cramped quarters, uncomfortable seats and boredom.
I have a fantasy of arriving at my seat to find I am sitting next to a woman whom I have never met. She looks to be in her mid-forties, dressed in a maroon button down shirt, dark pants, and lightly applied make-up. She does not have the figure of a model but I find her attractive. We greet each other with friendly smiles. She’s in the window seat, and I’m on the aisle. We start by talking about the reason for our flights, and the conversation continues effortlessly. We freely talk about various subjects, and unlike my other trips, I never even consider reaching for my book or a movie.
After dinner, the lights are turned down on the overnight flight, the plane is quiet with many passengers closing their eyes. She grabs the tiny airline blanket, tells me she feels cold, wants to close her eyes, and asks if she could lean on me. I accept with a warm smile, she smiles back. She gets under the blanket and I put my arm around her. My brain is doing cartwheels, hoping she is interested in more than just sleeping, but I am afraid to make the first move. I do not want to risk losing the relaxed feeling of her head on my shoulder.
After what seems like an hour, but was probably 5 minutes, she lifts her arm up to put her hand on my chest. To make sure she understands that I appreciate this, I gently hold her arm even closer. Neither of us says anything. I start to rub her back slowly, and she starts rubbing my chest as well. She sighs, and moves in closer. I decide to gently touch her ears, face and neck and then feel her unbuttoning my shirt. She gently fondles my hairy chest and abdomen. I need to adjust my pants, but I am afraid of making any moves that will stop the action. I wait a few minutes, and then decide to reach for the buttons on her shirt. I open the top button, and she doesn’t resist, so I open two more. I start to caress her warm skin from her neck to her shoulders to her cleavage. She doesn’t stop me! She starts touching my nipples for the first time, and I then fumble with front-opening bra. I struggle with it with just one hand, but finally succeed. I start to lightly touch and then alternating with squeeze her nipples and rubbing her breasts from outside to inside and bottom to top. Her nipples get a little harder, and I guess that she’s about a 36B, but it really doesn’t matter because I feel like the luckiest guy in the world!
After a while of slow gentle touching, she opens my pants under the blanket and with my help, pulls them down enough to have access to my cock. She expertly touches my cock and balls for awhile before slowly moving her hands up and down. As I get more excited, she calmly continues stroking, sometimes fast and sometimes slowly, and my breathing picks up. We don’t want to arouse any suspicion, so both of us try to remain still. She continues and picks up the pace until I can't keep still any longer. She must know I'm about to cum, but she continues. Finally, I cum onto my belly. Her head is still on my shoulder as she rubs the cum into my hairy stomach. It dries relatively quickly as the humidity on the plane is so low. She wipes her fingers onto my chest and brings her fingers to my lips. I kiss them gently.
Then she moves her head off of my shoulder, looks at me with a very sexy look and I start to thank her. She puts a finger on my lips and mouths “shhhh,” with a knowing grin. We look around. Everyone near us appears to be sleeping.
She scoots up in the chair, adjusts the blanket over her, and I whisper, “It’s your turn.” I open her zipper and she helps by lifting up so I can have access. I tease her a little bit with light touching from her wonderful breasts to her tummy and below. I am pleased to learn she is not shaved. I stroke and lightly pull her pubic hair. I tease her some more, taking my time, knowing that we have a long flight. She remains motionless.
I just met this person. My cheek is on her head of wavy hair, but I cannot read her mind. Her stillness gives me no reason to know if I am succeeding or failing to excite her, but I decide to reach further down to her lips, knowing that she could stop me at any time, but has not done so.
I then start to rub a little harder, but still lightly, with circular motions, slowly moving lower between her legs. I caress her vaginal lips, and I let out a moan as I feel her wetness for the first time. I spread her juices all around her pussy area and up to her clit and rub some more. Eventually, I detect her pelvis moving back and forth. She starts to hold me closer. I ease up on the tension going back to lightly touching her pussy hair, then I move my fingers back to her breasts, squeezing a little harder, but not rough. Then my hand drifts back to her pussy, and I feel her wetness again, and resume rubbing. Her innocuous movements become a little more obvious, and her breathing a little deeper. I sense she is getting closer to orgasm, so I continue. Without a sound, her body starts to shake, she grabs the back of my hand and pushes it hard onto her wet pussy and she convulses a few times. Neither of us moves for a few minutes until she releases the back of my hand. We continue to hold each other for awhile.
We have talked for over 2 hours, we haven’t even kissed, but we have given each other wonderful orgasms. Awkwardly, we adjust our clothing, and once dressed again, with smiles on our faces, I put my arm around her and I drift to sleep.
When the flight’s breakfast is served, we look at our calendars to determine how we can meet again soon.
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