3 Jan 2016
Flight of fancy...
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It's been more than three years and to this day I'll never know what came over me on that flight into Sydney. I've never done anything like it before or since. I'm not that kind of woman (or at least I didn't think I was). Sometimes the whole adventure seems like I just dreamed it.
But even now, I can't forget the exhilarating, sweeping sense of sexual power and erotic ecstasy it gave me handling that handsome stranger's huge cock -- and the dirty fun of sharing him with the flight attendant. OH My God! I'm cringing and blushing just writing this. It's both the most shameful and most thrilling experience I ever had.
What made me do it? Who knows? Maybe it was the fact that my husband Ric and I had been bickering. It had been a real romantic getaway. We had many long nights of hot sex. But today, we fought the whole day. By the time we were ready to board the flight I was feeling very dangerous emotions: frustration and anger.
We were both sulking by the time the flight was called, standing away from each other. I was about six people behind him in the very short boarding line. I could see it was going to be a pretty empty flight. There were only about 30 of us on a plane that held more than 120 people.
I'm not sure what made me drop my purse. I guess part of it was simple sleep deprived clumsiness. I was not only angry and frustrated that night, I was also tired. So I was in a bit of a mood as I watched Ric board ahead of me. I reached into my purse to get my boarding pass and it slid off my shoulder and fell to the floor, some of its contents spilling out. I started to bend down to pick it up. But before I got the chance, I felt a reassuring hand on my shoulder gently compelling me to remain upright.
Out of nowhere, a powerfully built man in a sleeveless T shirt and ragged blue cut off shorts had stepped up from behind me in line and was kneeling before me, picking up my lipstick, my compact, my keys and my wallet; placing them back in my purse.
I hadn't noticed him before and still couldn't see his face. But it was pretty clear he worked out regularly. Under his backpack, his back and shoulders were broad, and his arms were well toned. Not an ounce of fat on him. His body was firm and fit without that gym-rat, overkill, body-builder muscularity. I remember thinking, albeit subconsciously, "Hmm, where was this guy when I was single?" It was just innocent musing; a vague fantasy -- I thought.
But when he'd refilled my purse and rose to hand it to me, I felt something overwhelming happen. It was something I hadn't felt in years -- with anyone else: Instant, full-out arousal. He had an incredibly gentle, yet masculine face; clear blue eyes, bright teeth. But it was more than just good looks. It was his smile that got me. He was flashing me a broad grin brimming with overconfident sexual innuendo. No. More than "innuendo," more than "overconfident." That smile can only be described as arrogant. I think that's what lit me up: The disarming boldness of it. He was standing less than two feet away, smiling at me as though . . . (How can I put this?) . . . as though he owned me, as though he were claiming me with his eyes. He looked deep into me and held the look for a length of time that should have felt rude. But instead of feeling violated and angry, I was suddenly on fire. I could actually feel my face flush, my pussy tingle and my nipples harden. And just as I became aware of the last-named sensation, I saw him drop his eyes to my breasts and nod approvingly, his smile becoming even broader.
"Uh…Thank, thank you," I said, taking the purse from him. My hands were actually trembling. I found it hard to catch my breath. Jesus, I thought, what the fuck is happening to me?
After what seemed like an eternity, he "released" me. (Yes that's what it felt like, as if he were releasing me from his spell.) He shifted his backpack and moved farther back in the line presumably, where he'd come from.
I recovered somewhat, presented my boarding pass and started moving down the gangway. By the time I reached the entrance to the plane, I had almost put it behind me. My mind returned to my anger at my husband. Our boarding passes said Row 15 B and C. And as I moved in, I noticed Ric was sitting in his assigned seat (the middle one). But I decided to be a bit spiteful and moved all the way back to Row 22 -- the last row. I took the window seat, sat back and closed my eyes a moment feeling that "guess-I-showed-you" sense of victory. I was almost asleep when I heard a woman's voice asking, "Can I get you a pillow and blanket?"
I opened my eyes to see a lovely, playful-looking flight attendant smiling at me. "Yes," I said. "That would be nice."
"All by yourself?" she asked.
For some baffling reason, I answered truthfully. "I'm flying with my husband," I said, "but we're fighting. I'd rather sit by myself if it's okay. He's up there in Row 15. If this seat is assigned, I'll move somewhere else. Is that OK?"
The attendant, whose name tag identified her as "Lee," gave me a conspiratorial smile and said, "Sure, no problem." Then she handed me the blanket and pillow and added. "I've been there, done that. Sometimes we have to teach our guys how we need to be treated. You give him this nice long six-hour flight to wonder and long for you and he'll be eating out of your hand by the time you get to Sydney." She turned her eyes toward the front of the plane and her smile broadened, "Wow, looks like you may have some nice diverting company tonight."
I looked where she was looking and felt my heart start pounding. There was the sexy stranger who had picked up my purse and set me momentarily on fire, making his way toward the back of the plane.
"Mmmm," Lee said. "What a hunk! Now that's a "man vacation" I wouldn't mind taking."
"A what?" I asked.
"Oh it's just an expression, something that has helped me stay married for fifeteen years. Every now and then I have to take a little break from the "marriage" and enjoy some… well let's call it "new scenery" I love my husband, but we gal's have to have some "get away" now and then to keep our sanity. Don’t you think so?"
I'm not sure what I would have said, but before I could answer, Lee had stepped back, allowing room for the man who had stopped at the aisle seat in my row.
And as he hoisted his backpack up to the luggage compartment, I noticed something stunning, something that took my breath away and gave me an even stronger wave of goosebumps than I'd felt back in the line: As he stretched his arms up and stood on his toes to push the backpack into the overhead, the front of his shorts tightened. And there, pushing against the material was a bulge so big as to seem not even real. That couldn't be all him, I thought. Not only was it huge, it seemed hard and pressed relentlessly against the crotch of those blue jeans shorts. My lord, I thought, I could hang my entire wardrobe on that thing!
It was so fascinated, I couldn't stop myself looking at his bulge and to my utter mortification, he caught me staring! Again he smiled at me. I turned my red face to the window, trying not to smile and he sat down right beside me - not in the aisle seat, but in the middle seat, right next to me.
He didn't actually touch me but I could feel his nearness of his body on the nerves of my skin. My flesh felt hot, and again I could sense a hardness in my nipples and now a real damp in my pussy.
I kept turned away hoping I would calm down as a disembodied voice through the speakers went through the emergency procedures.
And then, mercifully, we were airborne.
I calmed down my thoughts and had closed my eyes until I heard the sound of slow, heavy breathing beside me. Finally, I worked up the nerve to look over and saw that his eyes were now closed. His head was tilted back in the seat and he appeared to be sleeping. His face was calm and peaceful, but just as attractive as I remembered from moments ago. The muscles of his arms, chest and stomach were still smooth and tight, even in the relaxed state of sleep.
At last, I summoned the courage to look again at the bulge in his lap and sure enough, I hadn't imagined. It was even more obvious as he sat snoozing, legs apart, pelvis hunched forward. The bulge was certainly enormous, pressing strong and thick, making a pronounced "bulge" in the crotch of his shorts. And this time, because the seat bottom was taking up some of the slack in the fabric of his shorts, I could see the clear impression of the fullness of his balls. They looked so wonderfully "bounce-able", for a brief second I imagined those balls slamming my arse, I was suddenly so wanton! I started wondering (to myself, of course) if he and "it" would wake up, if I were to gently reach down and run my hand over those balls, just ever so briefly, with my hand.
There was no one in the set of seats in front of me or the ones across the aisle. The closest passenger to me was an elderly man in the window seat two rows ahead and across the aisle.
I was virtually alone with this compelling stranger. My heart was now pounding harder by the minute. I had never been unfaithful to Ric, even in our rockiest times. I'd always thought of myself as monogamous. So I was at once scared and titillated by the realisation that this man -- this total stranger (even sound asleep) -- was filling me with off-the-charts excitement. Had these longings been building inside me without my realising it? Or did his nearness just create them all of a sudden? Either way, there was no denying that I was feeling like a very naughty school girl...
My reverie was broken as I became aware of Lee coming down the aisle from the back with a drink cart. "How are you doing?" she whispered, grinning at me. This time I could see more of the beauty in her face. She was pretty obviously a fun-lover and far more at home with her naughtiness than I was with mine. "You want a cocktail?"
"No thanks," I said wrapping the blanket around me. I didn't want to risk taking a drink in the strange mood I was in. I was already feeling a hot wildness building inside me.
Lee looked at the face of the man beside me. "I guess I'll let him sleep he's out like a light and . . ." And I saw her eyes fall to the amazing prominence between his legs. "Oh My Goodness!" she whispered to me, her eyes widening with undisguised delight. "Can you believe that?", as she pointed down.
I blushed, embarrassed. But it would have been phony to pretend I was immune and indifferent to what was so clearly intriguing both of us. "It's amazing, isn't it?" I whispered.
"Do you think it's really all him?" she asked? "Or did he get past security carrying a doorknob attached to the handle of a sledgehammer?" We both giggled, as quietly as we could so as not to wake him. "Oh baby," Lee said, "Wouldn't you love to take it out and have a play with it?"
I pretended to be shocked. "Of course not," I lied. "I'm a married woman."
"Oh come on," Lee whispered. "This qualifies as a special circumstance. I mean husbands are wonderful. But sometimes the laws of nature take precedence over marriage vows. He obviously likes you. He came back here and sat right down in the seat beside you. I'm assigning you to be the researcher here. You know we're both dying to see it and handle it. And since you're the one he likes, you have to be the one to do it." She smiled and her eyes were lit like a teen girl, amazed and curious and shamelessly honest. Right then and there, I decided I really liked her. We were now partners in crime. Two married women, whose husbands were, for the time being, the last things on our minds.
"You're crazy," I said. "I can't do that sort of thing. Besides, even if he wanted to . . . ummm. 'Get into something,' with me, people come down this aisle to get to the restrooms."
Lee laughed again. "You're such a naive innocent," she said. "That's why the airlines provide blankets. You can use it to cover him up. Do I have to tell you everything?"
I shook my head, "Oh I can't believe I even brought up the subject. I'm a married woman I can't let my mind work this way."
Lee made a face at me and stuck out here tongue. "Spoil sport!" she said, and after taking one last longing look at the imprint of his big dick, she started to push the cart farther down the hall. But then she stopped again and turned back. "Okay," she whispered, "But here's the deal: If you do allow yourself to give in to temptation, you have to make him show it to me, okay? I mean I'll cover for you, but you have to include me in the action, okay?"
"I'm not going to…" I started.
"Yeah, yeah," she said. "But if you do, promise me you'll let me see it and maybe play with it a little with you. I'm just burning up with curiosity."
"Okay, okay," I laughed quietly. "I promise. Now get away and let me sleep." I said it just to get her off my back.
When she left, my heart began to slow down a little. I turned my face back to the window and thought it through logically. I had punished Ric by sitting back here away from him. He would want me like crazy by the time we arrived in Sydney. We would make up later and we would have some good, fiery reconciliation sex. I would fantasise about this stud as Ric fucked me and then it would be out of my system.
I smiled to myself as I drifted off to sleep, thinking that was the end of it.
I don't know how much time went by. I was in a deep sleep, still turned on my left side and facing the window, when I felt something. I began to stir a little and realised someone was stroking me, moving his hand smooth and slow from my right shoulder, down my right arm, over my belly and down to the inside of my right thigh. A little alarm was going off in me telling me I should be outraged and put and immediate stop to it. But I was still half asleep and it felt sooooo good. It felt perfect, just what I needed. Somehow, and somehow, I was powerless to move.
Then I could feel his warm breath on the side of my face as he moved his hand in wider circles and kept it more focused on my inner thigh. Again, I knew I should sit up abruptly and say, "Hey cool, it buster, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" But he was touching me with such overwhelming confidence. I just couldn't will myself to stir from the state of sleepy eroticism that was pouring through me and warming me. "What, what are you doing?" I murmured. It came out more like a sigh.
"Shhhh," he said, and he began kissing the side of my face, tenderly but with real authority. There's a certain spot, under my ear where my jaw meets my neck. I call it my "secret spot." I love when Ric kisses me there. Nothing gets me more aroused. But he hadn't bothered to kiss me there in a long time. How did this total stranger know just how much I liked it?
"What are you doing?" I asked again, but with even less conviction than the first time.
"Shoosh," he repeated and he turned me toward him. When my face was just inches from his, he smiled, stroked my face and kissed me full on the mouth. His tongue felt heavenly.
His breath was fresh and sweet. I wondered about mine but he set me at ease by saying "Mmmm, you kiss great." And he kissed me again.
I felt a rush of heat roll through me and I kissed him back, hard and passionately. I heard him sigh and moan a little. "Yeah, that's good," he said. "Hold still." And with that he moved away slightly, lifted the arm of the seat up and slid it into the slot and out of our way. He covered us both with the blanket and began kissing me again.
And again I kissed him back with all my might. I was now tingling, no burning all over.
I was wearing a lace top over a T shirt with no bra. The stranger slid his hands underneath and began to rub my breasts, taking his time, spending long moments on one, then moving to the other. I have always felt a little self-conscious about my breasts. But this stranger really went to town on me!
This stranger was handling them so expertly and with such deep enjoyment, he made me feel so proud of them. "Ummm," he said. "They're so soft and lovely. They feel so great in my hands. Let me taste them." It was way more of a statement than a request.
I closed my eyes and shivered at his words. "Okay," I heard my own voice whisper softly. I felt so wild and nasty, I was seriously turned on.
His head disappeared under the blanket and I felt him take my right breast into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the nipple, then teasingly moved his mouth up to the area above the nipple, then below, then back to the nipple again. He moved to the left one and gave it little nibbling kisses that sent thrilling waves all throughout my body.
He alternated between them, making me feel like a queen as I kept watch for people coming up the aisle.
I'm not sure exactly when he got my zipper undone and slid my jeans and panties down (I was in another world by now). But at some point I realised they were around my ankles and he was sliding the side of his right index finger back and forth over my clit. I had my knees wide apart and I was gushing juice.
It was a long time before he actually put his fingers inside me. It's hard to explain, but it was like he was being a "gentleman" if that makes any sense. I mean by this time, I know, he knew he had me. I was like warm putty in his hands. But still he was extending something like "good manners" to me, waiting a nice while before his long fingers began fucking me.
When he finally did get to it, I was completely out of my mind. He finally pushed two fingers deeply into my body and then slid them in and out, each time making sure to come all the way out and up to stimulate my swollen aching button.
Several times, people came up the aisle to the restroom. When they did, we kept the blanket over us and pretended to be sound asleep. No one passing by could tell we were even touching; much less that he had his long fingers deep in my open sopping wet pussy.
When they went back to their seats, he resumed the finger-fucking, all the while kissing my neck and squeezing me, with passion but not too hard. His left arm, enveloping me.
At one point, I couldn't resist any more, the combination of sheer curiosity, intrigue and the powerful desire to please him overcame me and I reached down to his lap and put my hand on that humongous cock of his, straining against his shorts.
By this time I was so sex drunk that I had no inhibitions left. I heard the words coming from my lips but couldn't believe it was me saying them. I was absolutely cock crazy. "Take your shorts down," I moaned softly into his ear. "Let me get my hands on your big bare prick."
In the dim light, I could see him smile with pride. He was driving me into a crazy cock-craving whore and I loved it. He lifted his sexy arse up off the seat and undid the zip. Then he slid his shorts down to his ankles. He wasn't wearing underpants. (Somehow it was a perfect, sexy, nasty touch.) No one was nearby so I pushed the blanket away, exposing his beauty, I finally feasted my eyes on that gigantic cock!
Whoa! I almost fainted at the sight of it. Not only was it the hugest cock I'd ever seen (an absolute understatement), it was also the hardest. I just sat there looking for a few minutes before I even touched it. It looked so beautiful! A crystal pearl of precum glistened on the tip. And his balls were amazing too. So powerful and so heavy.
Finally, I couldn't resist him any longer. I reached down with my left hand and began to trace my tiny fingers along his magnificent length, enjoying the heat he radiated from his bone hard cock, but soon I started stroking him. At first I was intimidated and overwhelmed by the size of him. But soon, I was really going to town. I stroked him faster and faster, keeping my palm toward the top of his dick, just under the head, where I knew all the feeling was. "Yes, yes, perfect," he said. "Just like that!"
Now and then I would tease him, slowing down and pretending I was going to stop stroking him. Of course it was all in fun (there was no way I had the willpower to stop now). But he didn't let me get away with it. "No, no, no, no. Don't stop!" he whispered. "If you slow down I'm going to take you over my lap right here in this seat and spank your arse so hard, people in first class will hear you cry out!"
We both laughed, but I now quickened the stroking pace again.
Oh, man! It made me so wild. The sound of him urging me to continue, his pleading eyes, the pleasure I was giving him, coupled with his groin thrusting up and down, in rhythm with my steady strokes, gave me a heady sense of power. I was working his enormous cock and controlling his pleasure with my small hand! It was all like some strange drug, taking me right out of my own mind.
And I loved the way his fantastic balls moved up and down in time with my stroking. His ball sack was tight around them, holding them firm, the imprint of them clear and hard.
It looked like he had two golf balls in there. Now and then I would change hands and stroke his big dick with my right hand so I could bounce and stroke those two beauties with my left.
I still don't know what there was about this man that made me unable to resist him, but it felt so great to know I had the power to turn him on, to thrill him; I had this colossal cock firmly in my hands.
"I love this amazing cock. How am I doing?" I whispered in his ear, fishing for compliments. (I already knew I was doing great!)
He just moaned more and grinned wider.
I figured this was the time to bring up the subject of Lee. He was getting bigger and harder by the minute and he was gushing gallons of precum. I took some of it on my hand and used it to lube the shaft of that enormous rod of his and asked him: "Would you - um, would you mind if I showed you off a little?"
"Huh?" he asked.
"You see that lovely flight attendant? Lee? Well we were talking about you before you woke up and she told me she would help cover for us if I would just let her see your big cock and watch me stroke you."
A huge grin covered his face. "Oh yeah!" he said.
"I thought you'd say yes," I whispered. I reached up and pressed the stewardess call button on the panel above me. Then, just to play up the mystery, I covered both our laps with the blanket.
Instantly I saw Lee moving eagerly up the aisle toward us. She stood smiling in the aisle looking down at us, a huge sneaky smile on her face. "I thought you rang for me," she said, loud enough for some of the passengers to hear. "But it looks as though you have matters well in hand."
"See for yourself," I whispered. And with that, I pulled the blanket off both of us like I was opening a stage curtain, exposing that wondrous swollen cock, and incidentally, my bare sopping wet pussy. (By this time both his shorts and my jeans were totally off. We had long since worked our feet out of the pants and were both naked from the waist down.
Lee's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Her hand flew to her mouth in amazement. "Oh my Goodness! Look at that monster!" she said.
"Oh I have been," I said, gloating. "And stroking it and bouncing his heavy balls for good measure."
"Oh baby, he's perfect! And look at all that precum. Looks as though you've been doing a pretty good job on him."
"I haven't heard him complain," I laughed.
It was then that she noticed my pants and underwear were off and that my own pussy was bare, open and sopping wet. "And look at you," she said. "The airline will bill you to get those sweet juice stains out of the seat. I bet he's been fingering you like mad."
"Oh yes he has," I said. "He definitely knows his way around my pussy." I giggled and blushed.
Her eyes turned back to his cock again and, looking down the aisle to make sure no one was coming, she sat quickly down in the seat beside him. "I have got to get a better look at this amazing prick," she said. "Let me see you work him."
And I obeyed, wholeheartedly. I stroked him with renewed vigour, pumping my arm up and down, sliding my hand from the bottom of the shaft (the palm of my hand touching the top of his balls) all the way up to the head of his penis, and gathering leaking precum to smear over him to "grease" my actions.
"Wow," Lee said, truly impressed. "You are really, really good at that. It looks like you've been stroking him all your life."
"I'm really inspired," I said. "Wouldn't you be?" I pushed my hand to the base of his cock and held him rigid and upright for full display effect. Again, I have to say this is simply not me. The woman I was just fifteen minutes before getting on that plane could never have done the things I was doing. I was clearly in some kind of trance. It was as though I were having a wild, erotic dream. All traces of morality and propriety had been left back at the Bali gate.
Lee rubbed her hands with delight as she watched. Then, almost timidly she asked: "Could I - could I have a turn?"
"Well that's up to him," I told her. I let go of his cock and brought my mouth up close to his left ear and nuzzled it, running my tongue quickly around it. "What do you think," I whispered to him. "Do you mind if I share you with Lee?" He smiled wide, still with his eyes closed. And by way of answering, he shifted slightly to his right "pointing" that prodigious hard-on directly at her, "inviting" her to touch it.
Her right hand flew onto his erection and she started pulling him like crazy. "Oh my golly," she said, laughing, "He's like iron, isn't he? Oh, if I could just get this cock in my pussy for fifteen minutes, I'd never ask for another thing else, in all my life."
She kept pulling him. She was pretty good at it, I have to admit. I know he was having a great time. But I was itching to get his beautiful organ back into my own hand.
"Don't be greedy," I demanded. "I want another turn before you make him splatter his jism all over the tray table."
We both laughed and she reluctantly let go of his cock and allowed me to play with it again. She watched with keen interest, clearly entertained by what she was seeing. At one point, I noticed her slide her skirt up slightly and slip her hand along the waistband of her panties, pressing into her button for a little ache relief.
"You naughty girl," I teased her.
"I am soooo turned on," she laughed. "You've already had your pussy worked, fingered and juiced up. Now it's my turn, even if I do have to do it myself."
"Poor baby," said the man (whose name I still had not learned). And, smiling benevolently, as if performing an act of charity, he reached his right hand over and "took over" for her, stimulating, fingering her cunt, just as he'd done mine, all the while, I continued to stroke him as he pushed his long fingers deep up into her belly...
Lee closed her eyes and sighed deeply I knew just how she felt. "Oh man, he does that so good, doesn't he?" she asked me. "I think your expert stroking is inspiring him. You look like you were born to do that."
"I was going to say you did it pretty good yourself," I said. My mind was still on her earlier comment, the one about making him shoot and splatter sperm all over the tray table in front of us. All of a sudden the idea just leapt out of my mouth. "Want to have a contest to see which of us can make him shoot?" I asked her.
"Oh what a hot idea!" she said, moving her pelvis in synch with his rubbing of her pussy. "How shall we work it?"
We came up with the "rules" together. She would give him fifty strokes, while he fingered my cunt. Then we would trade off. I would pull him with fifty strokes while he fingered her pussy. Whoever made him squirt cum would be declared the winner.
Lee took the first turn. I watched his face as he fingered my really wet snatch and was "fucked" by Lee's pretty hand. It was pretty clear he was on "Cloud Nine" Here he was turning two gorgeous married women into nymphomaniacs, making us compete to see which of us could give him that ultimate thrill. He was just using us. Did I feel degraded, of course I did. Did I feel cheap? Of course I did. Did it make me want to stop?
Lee finished her fifty strokes and I took that hot,swollen, monster cock back into my hand. I was just getting into the rhythm again when something made me look up and toward the front of the plane. My blood froze!
Ric was up, out of his seat, and beginning to move up the aisle toward us. All of a sudden reality hit me in waves. In less than five seconds he would be standing at the end of the aisle. There would be no time to pull our pants back on. And even if we were able to pull the blanket over us in time, Ric would probably want to talk to me. He would want to either sit down beside me, or have me come back to my real seat beside him. And what was I going to say? "Sure honey, just let me slip my knickers back on over my aching, juiced pussy. My jeans up and I'll be right with you."? I was so totally busted!
For one dizzying, nasty moment, I enjoyed the brief flash of a fantasy. Maybe they would fight over me. I imagined them wrestling in the aisle, their bodies straining against each other (the stranger's strong bare arse tight and firm, on display for me.) The two of them like gladiators, vying for my body and my sexual favours.
But of course, the truth is, I didn't want to see either one of them hurt. I just wished it weren't happening. But it was way too late.
Then, a miracle! Just like the cavalry coming in the nick of time, Lee jumped quickly to her feet and winked at me. "No cheating while I'm gone," she whispered, "You have to wait till I get back to play with him again." And she started moving fast down the aisle. She intercepted Ric about halfway between his row and ours.
"I'm sorry sir," I heard her tell him. "We're expecting turbulence. The captain has told us to keep passengers in their seats for the next few minutes."
"But, but" I heard Ric tell her.
"I'm sorry sir," Lee told him, politely but firmly. "It's just for the next five or ten minutes or so."
Ric looked back at me and shrugged, as if to say, "Sorry." And he reluctantly returned to his seat. Lee sat in the seat beside him, no doubt making sure he stayed put.
Instantly I was red hot again. I knew I had less than ten minutes. I pulled the stranger's face close to mine. "Are you ready to cum, to cum for me like you've never cum before?" I asked him, I burned for and grabbed for his still hard dick and kissing his mouth hard and passionately, I began to again stroke.
He nodded and adjusted himself in the seat. I licked his ear and began jerking his massive penis again for all I was worth. My hand was flying up and down. He lifted his arse off the chair and thrust it up high for me, giving me even better access. "Come on!" I whispered. "Do it for me! Make your big cock shoot for me! Let me see that creamy cum fly!" (Where were those dirty words coming from? I was so slutty!)
All of a sudden, I felt that fantastic tower of cock start to swell and expand in my hand, twitch violently and then convulse in wild spasms that actually made my arm shake involuntarily. I could literally not hold onto his hot pulsing rod.
My Stranger pushed his head back, now rolled and closed his eyes; he began to moan from way deep down in his core. I felt an astounding ecstatic rush of female power surge through me, knowing I was making this huge cock swell and deliver its creamy load. It was me! Doing it!
And he sure let go, with what seemed like litres! The first "shot" gushed up so high in the air, landing all over us, an enormous mass of thick cream that did indeed spray all over my exposed thigh and the tray table in front of us as well. The second shot was almost as big and creamy as the first and with the same amazing force and velocity. This second spurt also splattered my jeans on the floor. There were at least four more blasts in quick succession and by the end, there was thick creamy white liquid was all over my hand and arm, my legs, all over his cock, all over the seat, and all over the floor in front of us, his spunk was so hot on my skin, it smelled strong and so delicious!
And then I felt an orgasm of my own coming. It was only then that I realised that while I'd been stroking him, I had been rubbing my own clit, involuntarily, with my own hand. It was the wildest climax I've ever had, before or since. We both sat back and collapsed for a moment or two, exhausted. Not saying a word.
I then quickly pulled on my pants and knickers, buttoned my jeans and buckled my seat belt. I rubbed his warm thick sperm into my skin, then leaned down and kissed him hard, one last time. "I'll never forget this," I told him. And I never have.
Later, as Ric and I got off the plane, I looked back one last time. My stranger was smiling at me. Lee was using the blanket to mop up the area, the seat, the floor, the tray table, his lap, no doubt…. Unseen by anyone else, she blew me a kiss and wagged her finger at me, naughty, naughty style, and mouthed the words "You are such a naughty girl!"
Ric and I made up and had great sex that night. I still love him very much. Needless to say, I never told him about that wild flight of fancy and my amazing stranger. But sometimes, while Ric's fucking me, I think about that stranger, pulling him off and driving him crazy, trading off with Lee, and the "sinful, sexy" fun we had with him. And as Ric moans and thrusts away at my body, I close my eyes and imagine that anonymous big cock inside me, filling my pussy all the way, opening my loins, overpowering my senses and drilling my body to a most powerful orgasm.
And on those occasions, Ric can't get over how wild I ride him and how enthusiastically I cum!