Mile High Club: Part One - Sex Stories

Mile High Club: Part One

Across the departure lounge, a man stood with his back to the wall and his attention on his music player. Cara appraised his muscular build, tanned biceps and forearms flexed as he stretched and she averted her eyes. Such a bloody kitten, she thought, he had to be ten years older than her if not more. Still, he was fucking hot. Cara groaned silently, two weeks without an orgasm and her body ached for a male touch. Whoever got to sit next to that hunk though would enjoy the flight. She laughed, poor man if he ended up beside one of the younger girls. They would fawn over him. Cara, on the other hand, just wanted him naked and kneeling between her legs. Cara rolled back her shoulders and sipped from the water bottle, she hoped the food would be decent. Eating him would be an option, she mused, but that would be in a non-cannibalistic way. Certainly it would burn calories though, with his chunky thighs clad in tight jeans. Cara smoothed down her leggings and braided her hair back over her shoulder. She needed to cum, brief rubbings in the hotels she had stayed in had brought no relief. Liam noted the girl facing away from him, she was pretty and looked older than the other girls nearby although young. Sleeping in an airport had left him sore and sweaty, this flight would be long but at the other end a colder country awaited. Catching up with old university mates would be a breeze, he thought, the British birds too would be a nice change from the ones back home. The girl ...

... crossed to the vending machine and he noticed the curve of her legs and peachy arse. Easy Liam, he scolded himself, she’s way too young. … Taking her seat, Cara glanced down the aisle while others milled into their places. She felt tired and sick but refused to sleep on this flight, jet lag would not be affecting her on this trip. She took off her jacket and rummaged in her bag before kicking it under the seat in front of her. Leaning back, thoughts of her responsibilities waiting at home threatened to overload. Pushing them away, she looked back down the aisle to see the hunk from the departure lounge making his way towards her. He was too broad to walk straight so edged sideways until reaching her, at which point he stopped and she swallowed. “Are you 69A?” “Yep.” Liam answered as she blinked up at him in glasses which framed her eyes. She was pretty up close, wedging his bag into the overhead locker he then moved to the window place. Cara inhaled nervously and sat back down, his thighs moved onto her seat and she anticipated a cramped flight. Arranging herself, she wondered what she could say to the handsome stranger but dismissed initial possibilities. She didn’t want to sound like a dork, besides she looked a mess and he was at least ten years older. Then again that had never stopped her before, Cara thought- “Is it a college trip?” The deep voice caught her attention and she turned to see Liam watching her, expecting an answer. Cara smiled and tilted her head, her voice ...