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You Fly?
by Christy Wilson
etting onto the airliner was the easy part. The difficult part was to go through eight hours of flight without a cigarette. Thank god I had my book to keep me company and my mind off them. The book had me glued, the night before I was so excited that I couldn't put the book down. I had never had the feeling of utter pleasure from words in a book. That was a first.
As the engines started up, I could feel my stomach tumble. I hated lift off, but the rest was fine unless the weather was bad. Turbulence didn't go well with me! I was sitting next to the window and you were sitting next to me. I didn't take much notice of you and I wasn't the type to start the small talk. I found that irritating myself. So I wasn't about to put you through it, but there was something that I couldn't help take notice of. It was your cologne. The scent filled the air. I tried to read the same sentence about five times, but I couldn't resist it, I had to look at you.
I looked at you. You sat there, so cool and collective. My own hands were on the armrest, tense, palms sweaty and the knuckles going white. You glanced at me, your eyes a cool blue, they took my breath away. You smiled at me sardonically. I gave a little smile back. I couldn't take my eyes away from you, they were locked with yours, but at that moment I could feel the thrust of the plane and I was back to controlling my stomach. Just then you spoke "Just relax and it will be over before you know it." Your accent American. I wasn't sure from which part of America, it had a slightly southern sound to it. Your voice was rugged, but it was attractive too.
Your body was lean and your body language was relaxed. So relaxed that in fact your knee was against mine. I tried to cross my legs, but I was a little cramped and there was not enough room, so my leg had to stay where it was. Finally we were up in the air and I tried to relax again. So I went back to my book. It wasn't a good time to go back to the book because it was a steamy sex scene and you next to me were distracting my thoughts. I started to fantasise that it was you who was making me feel like I was in heaven, the way the hero was making the heroin feel. I looked up and you were watching me with that grin. My stomach flipped.
I smiled and shook my head. What else was I to do? You must have been reading my mind. Thank god it was getting dark, that way you wouldn't be able to see my face. The flight attendant came and offered drinks. I needed a stiff one. I asked for brandy and coke. You asked for a dark red wine. I drank mine quickly, my head felt light almost immediately. My muscles relaxed and I put my seat back. I must have dozed off because when I woke the plane was quiet. Even you were asleep. Your head resting on my shoulder. That made things awkward. I needed to go to the toilet.
I couldn't help feeling good though, the scent still lingering in the air. Your hair soft against my face. I started to shuffle and you moved your head. I don't think you opened your eyes. I got up and carefully passed you. I let out a sigh when I was in the isle. I went to the toilet in the tiny room. While washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't look too bad, considering that I had just woken up.
I flushed the toilet and boy did that make a noise. I opened the door and there you were. I looked up at you and you put your hands on my shoulders and guided me back into the toilet. You locked the toilet door and before I could say anything you pressed your lips against mine. You parted my mouth with yours and your tongue explored mine. I was intoxicated. You pulled away and my eyes were still closed and I was expecting more, but nothing came. I opened up my eyes. You were looking at me instead. You lifted one hand to my face and brushed away a strand of my hair.
Your eyes were looking lustfully at me. I started to feel self conscious so I moved to get out. You stopped me. Your hands followed down my breasts and down my hips. I could feel the warmth of your hands on my jeans, the smoothness of your touch. Then you kissed me and at the same time you loosened my jeans and pushed them down, my panties were starting to get wet with excitement. You put your hand between my thighs and rubbed on top of the material and then you slid your hand in. I felt your finger separate my lips and then you rubbed my clitoris gently. I was already wet and you had no problem rubbing over the top of it. I let out a gasp. You held me close, I rested my head against your lean chest, I faced the mirror and I shocked myself with the look of pleasure and desire. You saw your image and you looked pleased with yourself. I could also see in your jeans that you were hard.
You put your other hand in my shirt and undid my bra, it didn't take you long to find my breast. You played with my nipple and immediately you got a satisfactory response. My nipples went hard beneath your touch. You then lifted me onto the basin and I sat on the edge while you pulled my jeans further down, you spread my legs and you started to kiss my thighs, then run your tongue to my clitoris. You flicked your tongue lightly against it, barely touching it, with each flicker, my body convulsed. I started to beg you, "lick me suck me, OH YES." The harder you sucked, the more I convulsed. I was so wet that you were drinking my orgasms away. I pulled you away, lifting you up. I started to kiss you, with the cum still in your mouth. I unzipped your jeans and you slid them down. You lifted me from the basin and turned me around so that I faced the mirror again. You slid your dick between my legs. You were hard and very big, I thought that I would have a problem, but when you saw the look in my face. You reassured me by kissing my neck and slid your tongue down my spine. I arched my back and my breasts pushed out and I leaned my head back against you. You then lifted me slightly, supporting my stomach as you slid in slowly to begin with. Then with each thrust you went in harder until you were in fully. Then you moved in and out and I was having multiple orgasms with each thrust. I breathed in and out, louder and harder. I started to move with you, we moved together, my breasts bouncing with every push. I wanted to kiss you, but it was so good that I didn't have chance to, you were hitting my g-spot and I was going mad with passion. You put your hand over my mouth to muffle the noise that I was making. I am coming again and again. "Oh God" I yelled, with you muffling my mouth. Then it came, the most explosive orgasm I have ever had. You are breathing heavier in my ear and I feel you explode, in my ear I could hear the groan of satisfaction. Your cock thickening as you cum. You thrust deep inside me and your muscles are taught against me. You are holding me so tight, that I am not breathing while you cum.
Finally, you start to relax and you kiss me. Your kiss is passionate and hungry. I kiss you back with as much fervour. My nipples are still hard but are tender and my pussy is quivering with the shock. I start to shake, not daring to open my eyes, but you whisper in my ear. "Open your eyes. I want to see the lust and pleasure." As I open my eyes, I see the look in your eyes and you look satisfied. Your eyes are full of desire. Such a deep blue now. You slide out and turn me around, you hold me against you are your heart is pounding, just like mine. You kiss me again and then speak in a low tone. "I want you again."
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