flight - Sex Stories

flight

... of the plane, having all eyes on me. My hero turned out to be the owner of the foot that had caused the whole incident in the first place, but when I looked into his handsome grinning face, I felt too insecure to be angry. Very thoughtful he was holding the paper he had been reading loosely down behind my ass, almost unintentionally. I got up on my knees, looked up again and flushed even deeper as I thought of what he must have seen, and with him everybody in the front half of the plane that had cared to look. His hand felt strong and smooth, big enough to give me a good handhold as I pulled myself up to my feet. Still not letting go, I slipped my foot into my lost shoe. It was an awkward feeling when I realized that he was waiting for me to talk to him, and my voice was shaking when I finally brought out a few words of apology and thankfulness. ‘You’re welcome. It was my pleasure and i got rewarded with the sight of two pairs of most beautiful lips.’ I didn't know I could feel even more embarrassed than i already was, but I started to sweat slightly. My nipples, as if jealous at his comment, poked through the thin fabric of my blouse to catch his attention. His grin widened at the sight of them, and his eyes seemed to say, if this weren’t a public plane he would have already gotten them out to suck and pinch them. I stumbled the rest of the way to where i had left my bag covering the little wet spot on my seat. Turning, I glanced up along the rows to where he had been ...

... standing, but all I could make out was his hand on the armrest, stroking it slightly. I closed my eyes. Just one more hour, I thought. And in two hours I would be safe in a hotel room, away from all those people. Well, more or less safe. The specific orders my Master had given me for the flight hinted on much more exciting moments to come. My pussy felt wet and hot, and my mind kept returning to the moment on all fours with a handsome smiling passenger behind me. Those stares. I was afraid to open my eyes to find them still looking at me. I rather pretended to nap a bit, and left it to my imagination to visualize myself being tied to a huge hotel bed. He had promised to make my fantasies come true, and I was curious enough to find out which ones he had in mind. When the plane had landed and the people got up and started to hum and busy themselves like bees in a beehive, I could hardly pretend convincingly anymore to be asl**p. I opened my eyes and saw bags and bodies squeezing towards the exits, and as my eyes flashed to the seat my ‘hero’ had been sitting in, they found it already empty. My blouse ripped. Buttons were flying. I could count the times I took breath since I had entered the hotel room on my ten fingers, but his cock was already in my throat. He had hardly waited for me to close the door before he pushed me down to kneel in front of him. The little skirt rode up over my hips and it took him not more than a second to expose my big boobs to his inspecting eyes too. ‘Open ...