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Sex On A Plane

... sympathetic, but her cleavage was drawing my gaze directly downward. "Why?" I tried to retract my question, thinking that it was much to forward. "I was just feeling restless. I had to go... somewhere. I chose the States." She shrugged. "Have fun?" "Too much fun, as it turned out." "Impossible. Unless.. you got into trouble?" "Yeah." She looked back out the window. "What do you mean?" "I don't know why I'm telling you this, but..." She told me a long story, about meeting a bunch of her "Yank friends", her words, at a party in a small college town in the middle of Nowhere, Texas. She got wasted and ended up fucking several of the guys, and girls, at the party. "How do you mean 'several'?" I asked, leaning toward her. "I mean, I was sitting on a friend's lap, and someone dared me to make out with her, and we did... she..." I was staring at her, wide eyed and stunned. My head was only held up by my hand, but eventually I couldn't pay attention to my own body parts any longer and my hand slipped from under my chin and my head slammed forward into my armrest. It broke her concentration and she stopped her story. "Anyway... I don't even know why I'm telling you any of this." "No, no. It's um..." "Yeah, I'm stopping now." She looked back out the window. Her hand was lightly stroked her own leg. My dick was ready to strong arm its way out of my shorts and clock my in the chin. "That's trouble, though? Seems like a blast!" I said, doing my best to reignite the conversation. "Only ...

... when my Fiancé found out..." "Oh," I said. "Gotcha." She stopped stroking her leg. She pulled a gold ring out of her purse and looked at it carefully in her hand. "The weird part," she added, "is that I don't really feel that bad about it. I was bored of him, but I didn't have the heart to tell..." The flight attendant butted in. "Drink?" the attendant asked hopefully. "Oh, yeah. Please. Jack and Coke?" I asked, matching her hopefulness. "Yes, sir. You, ma'am?" "Same for me please!" she said with an adorable smile. "Yes, ma'am." We sat and drank, and drank, and drank. At some point the flight attendant stopped giving us drinks, but I don't remember when. I'm reasonably sure we kept ordering them, but the attendant stopped bringing them. Clever tactic actually. After a few drinks I moved my junk from the middle seat into my isle seat, and sat on the chair next to her. After a couple more, we moved the arm rest up and she was leaning against me. My arm was around her waist, lightly stroking her hips. I was feeling the waist line of her tiny shorts. In one stroke of my fingers, I could feel both the top of her shorts, and the bottom. She sat up a bit. "Jesus I have to pee." She stood up and climbed over me again. She was just as graceful tipsy as sober. This time though, she brushed her hand over my cock as she moved past. She went across the isle into the bathroom and switched the handle to occupied.I could hardly contain myself. Was that seriously happening to me? For a few ...