First Flight (Flying the Interracial Skies) - Sex Stories

First Flight (Flying the Interracial Skies)

... DEEEEP!&#034 Vickie almost yelled. Obeying her demands, Brandon thrust up to meet each down stroke almost throwing her off him, if not for his hands still squeezing her firm ass cheeks. &#034UH HUH, I KNOW YOU WANTED THIS ALL NIGHT&#034 he panted. &#034YES! YES! YES PAPI! THAT'S IT! I LOVE IT!&#034 she grunted trembling on the verge of climax. &#034I'M GOING TO CUMMMMM!!!&#034 And cum she did! &#034UUURRRGGGHHH!! OOOOHHH!!! AAAAHHH!!! MMMMMM!!&#034 Her orgasmic fluids soaked his black cock and coated his hanging balls. &#034THAT'S IT! ME TOO! HERE IT CUMMMMS!!!!&#034 Brandon groaned with a final thrust leaving him balls deep and pumping his hot seed into her sticky center. &#034Aaaahhhh&#034 they both sighed in unison as they came back down to earth, still 30,000 feet in the air. When their after shocks subsided, Vickie dismounted her last ride and gathered her clothes. She used the soaked thong to wipe up her juices and handed them to Brandon. &#034Thanks for flying Lopez airlines&#034 she smiled from ear to ear as he put the souvenir in his pocket and smiled back. After quickly dressing, Brandon slowly exited first, returning to his window seat and Vickie ...

... followed. The in-flight movie babysat the sl**ping passengers. Brandon reacquired his blanket and was soon fast asl**p from the night's experiences. Brandon awoke to find himself sitting next to an older gentleman who was trying desperately to get his bag from the overhead storage compartment without dropping it on Brandon. &#034Oh sorry there son. I tried to let you sl**p. You really seemed to be enjoying yourself in your dreams&#034 he said. In your dreams? Had it all been just a dream? Brandon stood to exit the plane looking for Vickie but she was no where to be found. Not even Donna was onboard. Confused, Brandon was the last to exit the plane. He walked gingerly fighting the slight hangover of cheap airport alcohol. Miami's bright, sweltering sun didn't help either. With sweat building from the 95 degree weather, Brandon reached into his pocket for his handkerchief and dabbed it to his brow. But the air was musty, almost sexual. Almost immediately he realized his handkerchief was actually a pair of sexually-soaked, white, see-through thongs. The gift was accompanied by a note, which contained a Miami phone number and read, &#034Good morning. Welcum to Miami. V.&#034