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Up in the air
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Up in the air (Recommendation: Those who are usually FFW-ing videos and looking for the action part, scroll down to the 5th paragraph. Just look for the longest down below… Those who value a good story, should start from the 1st.) I’m sitting at the airport, waiting for the gate to be opened. I still have time. An hour maybe. People slowly turn up, and I watch their faces. We have everything as usual. Tired sales agent, probably working for some pharmaceutical company, staring into the void in front of him. An old couple visiting their , or somewhere. The woman wears the pants, micro-managing the old fella. He has given up all hope and resistance long ago. A family going for vacation, discussing excitedly what they are going to do, and when, and how awesome their time off is going to be. The are cutting off each other constantly, trying to say their own ideas. I guess. They speak Russian, a language I was too lazy to learn in school. I should have; it would come handy with my work. But… That ship has sailed. There are some young lads going somewhere to party, I bet they already hunted the local bars dry. I’m bored. I almost give up on having something interesting on this flight, when I hear heals approaching. The unmistakable clicking that turns the heads around. I do not. I wait the experience to dance into my view. I’d rather watch the faces. The sales agent checks her out, his mouth curves into a sad smile. Good. So she’s out of his league. The boys go nuts. Their arousal is obvious, but they don’t make a move. So she’s older than them. A real woman, something that they fap to, but too shy to approach yet. Daddy tries to steal a glances at her too, earning an angry look from his wife. Each and every male embraces the view, the women are either jealous, or show anger on their faces. Seems, we do not have any lesbians travelling on this flight today. Interesting. She finally arrives to my line of sight. In fact, she is aiming for the seat right in front of me. Obviously; I was the only one not paying attention so far. She’s curious, wants to know if I am gay, or just a jerk trying to play her. She is simply gorgeous. Bears all the traits of a fine Russian woman; unbelievably long legs, nice bottom, tight waist, perky tits, arms and shoulders uncovered from her dress, wavy light-red hair framing her face. She uses strong, but not overdone make-up. Her lips are blood red, her cute pug nose drives my sight up to her long, curly eyelashes and her eyes. Eyes that are blue like the first clear patch of the summer sky right after the storm. I can’t help, but stare for a moment. She drills her eyes into mine, and smiles a victory. Indeed, she won. I cannot play “the unreachable” this time. I lean forward and start a shallow conversation. She’s still curious. Seems I have not blown all my chances; the suit was a good idea after all. We do not have much time for a decent chat-up, the gate opens and she leaves me to board the plane. I did not even have the chance to introduce myself properly. She’s sitting in the beginning of the tourist class; I am over the wings. Oh, well, an emotional rollercoaster it is. The flight is not long, maybe 1.5 hours. The drinks and snacks are already served in the first 20 minutes in the air. I have an aisle seat. I can’t believe my eyes. She is standing up suddenly, and walks towards the back. Catches my eye instantly and does not let it go until she passes me by. “WOW!” – I think to myself; “That was suggestive.”. I wait for the door to click, then stand up myself. Put my jacket on the chair and go to the back. I wait there for about a minute, when the door opens. She’s struggling with it; does not even realize I am there. I step forward and push her back in and lock the door behind me. She stares at me like a frozen deer in the headlights and her mouth opens for a scream, but I seal mines over them. She tries to push me away for a few seconds, but then surrenders herself to our desires. Puts her arms around my neck and her long nails grasp my hair. We kiss a little. Eyes open, we both want to embrace every moment of our little dance. I grab her waist; she feels my arms. I kiss her neck; she scratches my back. I touch her breasts; she reaches for my dick. I am ready, there’s no question around that. She kisses me again, and starts searching my pockets. With a gentle nod I signal it’s in my left back one. She takes it out and bites my lower lip in appreciation for my readiness. A few skillful moves and she has already opened the packet; I barely have time to undo my belt and lower my trousers. She grabs my rod to feel it in her hand, then pushes me back a little to take a look. I saw on her face that she wishes the boot was larger, so that she would be able to take a closer look. Oh, I would give an arm for her lips going down on me. But this is not the time and place. She quickly puts the condom on me and turns around, lifting her skirt and ending up in a small straddle. Her dress did not lie; she has a beautiful pair of bums. It is my turn to feel sorry for the size of the boot. I trust forward and<b> penetrate </font></b>her. I want to be gentle the first, time, but as soon as she feels I’m in the right direction, she pushes her butt against me hard. I immediately slip all the way in. The sensation runs through her spine, all the way to her head making it bend back. She tilts it and grabs mine to kiss her. I pull down the front of the dress and grab those perky tits. We move like two snakes in this small place. I’m sure if we would do it on a king size bed, it would rather be a tango. I feel I can’t hold it much longer, so I put one hand down and press her pubis. I feel myself trusting in and out and with this touch, I trap her clit between my fingers and my penis increasing her sensation. She is close too, I can feel it. With a few more pushes, I feel her shiver. She pushes her butt towards me so hard that we almost fall out through the closed door. She is so tight and pulsating, I cannot hold it back. Not like I wanted to. We feel each other climax and stay tangled for a little. We know it’s over. She lets me slip out and pulls her dress back. I dispose the evidence. She clears her make-up; I clean myself up. She turns around and looks at me. Those beautiful, blue eyes are sparkling. I bet mines do the same. She kisses me one last time, opens the door and slips out. I quickly close it behind her to pull myself back together. Takes about half a minute. Then I open the door and step out too. The stewardess looks at me behind her shoulder and winks with a smile as I walk back to my seat. ** Legal disclaimer: The above short story is my intellectual property. Any use of the full text, or part of it without my explicit and prior approval is strictly forbidden. In short: make up your own dirty imagination, dammit! ** |
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