Altitude of Desire: a Mile-High

Marie boarded the flight quite late, as her flight from Los Angeles was delayed - she found her way into seat She was grateful to be in first class and almost as soon as she was seated, the flight attendant asked what she might like to drink before taking off.

"Some white wine would hit the spot, thanks," she answered.

"Nothing stronger? No Rum, Vodka?" he asked.

"No, just the wine, thanks. Although, it will be my birthday in a few hours," she added.

The man sitting in 1a raised an eyebrow and looked up when he heard this and said, "happy birthday, early."

"Why, thank you," she paused. "Early."

As always, it took her awhile to get settled, it always did. She could feel the man in 1a looking over.

"Can I help you with something?" he asked.

"No, I can handle this just fine on my own, thanks. I've been traveling a bit too much lately. Can't seem to get organized. Sorry if I am bothering you."

"Not at all, take your time." After that he just went back to reading.

After take-off, they began to chat. Marie learned that he was a military man, in the Air Force. She internally started salivating when he talked about his military experiences. Imagining him in a uniform was one way to get her panties wet. He was exactly one year older than she would be in about 3 hours.

He talked quite a bit about himself, as most men tend to do, but he kept her entertained and he didn't ask too much about her, which was ideal, just the way that she wanted it. She had always had a fantasy about meeting someone on a plane, fucking them, and joining the "mile high club," and it occurred to her, as they were talking, that this was the golden opportunity. If she didn't do it now, when would she ever do it? She had been flying frequently in the past couple of years and every man she had been seated next to had been lovely, had even chatted her up a bit, but all fell short eventually.

Marie saw this as her chance to have some real fun on her birthday. What the hell, right? She wasn't dating anyone, to speak of, it had been ages since she'd slept with anyone and the man in 1a was the perfect gift to herself.

"Nice to meet you, Tony.

Marie was attractive. She was short, cute legs and thick thighs, with long, blonde hair that still looked just as it did when she was in high school, and a pair of thin glasses she knew could drive some people crazy. She loved her body, she loved being "a little thick" as they called it, and in being a woman and what her body could do, what it was capable of - how it brought pleasure to her and how she now knew it could bring pleasure to others.

"You know I feel just terrible that I didn't get you anything for your birthday," he said a few hours after take-off.

"If I had only known."

"As well you should," Marie replied, with a sly smile, teasing him back. "We will have to think of some way you can make it up to me."

"Can I buy you an after-dinner drink?" he asked.

"Very generous of you, considering that we are in first class. No thank you. I don't drink too terribly much on flights. I like to have my wits about me in case the pilot needs me to help him land the plane," she answered.

He looked a little wounded. She needed to bring him around.

"It sounds as though you are on planes even more than I am, with the military, flying back and forth across the world. You must meet lots of women, being a good-looking bachelor such as yourself." She didn't mind turning on the compliments, figuring she wouldn't be seeing him again. Besides he really was fucking hot

"Well, yes, I do meet some women, but most hold no interest for me. I've met one or two, however," he answered.

She had wasted enough time with small talk, she knew she had to be bold.

"Have you ever just had an incredibly, you know, intense physical attraction, felt like you had to have her right there, on the plane? I mean...she left the question open a bit, hoping he would pick up the ball.

"Now, you wouldn't be talking about the Mile High Club, would you? What would a nice girl like you know about a thing like that?"

"Specifically? I can't say anything," she answered, trying to be coy. "Well, maybe. I am curious if you have ever had any sexual goings-on while on a flight. And sure, while we are at it, are you a card-carrying member of the mile-high club?"

"Maybe." he responded.

"Oh, god, how very mysterious," she replied. "Seriously? How is that even possible?"

"Well, have you ever been in one of those bathrooms? They are hardly what one would call spacious."

"Hey, people must get it done. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a 'thing.' It wouldn't be on my list!," she blurted out. She didn't even realize she had said it until he started to smile. She could feel the blood rise up into her face and she knew without a mirror, that she was bright red.

"Tell me more about this list, hmmmm."

"Not on your life. I am telling you nothing more about my list," and with that, she used her fingers to make the motion of zipping up her lips and tossing away the key.

Suddenly the mood changed, very quickly.

Tony gently, but authoritatively, grabbed the back of her head and drew himself close to her ear, "I plan on unzipping those lips tonight on the plane. Make no mistake about it. Consider this my birthday gift to you and you'll love every second of it."

Despite the fact that Marie thought that she had been in charge of this little fantasy, that she had planned it, that she was using Tony, she found herself unable to catch her breath, her throat was dry, she felt limp all over. How the hell did this happen?

Tony let go of her head and sat back, resting in his seat, as if nothing had just happened and closed his eyes.

Marie was sitting in her seat, facing him, with her hair still a bit roughed up from where he had grabbed the back of her head.

He opened one eye and suggested that she close her mouth. He then resumed his "rest." She leaned back in her seat and began to replay the last couple of minutes in her head. She was confused and a little dazed. This was supposed to be her game, her calls, she was the captain of her own fantasy. She heard Tony tell the flight attendant that he needed a few blankets, that he was a bit cool and that he thought that Marie was as well.

"We were going to try to get some sleep. Could you kill the movie in our area so that we could have absolute darkness."

"Certainly, sir. I will be right back with those."

"After you bring our blankets, we'd like to just be left alone."

At this point, Marie was almost scared to open her eyes. And more than a little curious. How did he think this would play out? She felt the blanket cover her feet and her legs, and she felt his hands run up under her dress a bit, as he "placed" the blanket over her lap.

He leaned over to her ear again, and said, simply, "Spread your legs for me, love."

She couldn't believe that this was happening, really. It's one thing to have a list, to have a fantasy, another thing, entirely, to live it out.

She spread her legs.

"Wider," Tony instructed more forcefully.

She did as she was told. He then placed the second blanket on her and she felt his hands rub over her breasts and pull the fabric of her dress away from them, as he did this.

"Are your nipples exposed?," he asked. "Nod yes or no. Do not open your eyes. Do not speak unless I tell you to speak."

She nodded yes.

"Good girl. I am glad to see you can follow instructions so well."

At this point, Marie didn't want to open her eyes. His voice was so intoxicating, she would just lie there and pretend like the rest of the passengers were not there, she would leave the logistics and any worry of getting caught to him. This was working out even better than she could have hoped. Marie could feel his breath in her ear again.

"Are you willing to do exactly as I say, when I say? No arguments, no talking back? I am in charge. Understood."

She answered, "Yes."

"Sadly," he said, "I cannot punish you sufficiently for speaking to me when I had not given you permission. Was I not clear enough with you? I told you to not speak unless I told you to do so. I was specific to only nod. You deserve a spanking but I think that could draw a bit of attention to us before I can give you your birthday gift. I will let that one slide. You will not be given another chance. If this happens again, I'll stop immediately. Nod if you understand this."

She nodded. Her eyes shut tightly.

"Very good. See how easy this is if you simply do what I tell you to do?" Tony asked.

She could feel the blanket moving and her skirt was being pulled up around her waist but slowly, from underneath her blanket.

His instructions continued: "You will not move, You will not open your eyes, DO NOT make a sound."

She felt his left hand run down her right thigh, smoothly but with an urgency to it. It made its way back up, lightly over her pussy, then reaching as far as it could down her left leg. She tried to shift in her seat so that he could touch more of her. His hand stopped moving on her. "I will instruct you one last time. Do not move, do not speak, do not so much as think too loudly, unless I instruct you to do so. Clear?"

She stopped shifting. He continued to feel his way around her thighs, working his way slowly towards her pussy, then finding other areas, less wanting, to explore. He teased her relentlessly and he used his fingers in ways that she didn't know any man could, and just when she didn't think she could take it much longer, she felt his fingers on her nipples - not caressing, but twisting and pulling, then caressing. A kind of back and forth - pain, then pleasure - torture, then soothing...Fuuuuuckkkkk this feels so good she thought. These rapid sensations were not something she was used to, but she wanted more. It took all her willpower not to moan loudly.

What Tony didn't know, however, was how wet she became when her nipples were touched and what he was doing was overwhelming her pussy. She could feel it tightening and she knew that she would soon be overflowing, that soon she would feel her juices dripping out of her and down the crack of her ass. She was so grateful that she was still wearing her underwear.

Almost as if he could read her mind, he spoke again.

"Take off your panties. Slowly, just slide them down off your ass and pussy. They don't need to come all the way off. Try to look as if you are just rearranging yourself. That's it... Mmmmmmmm good girl."

He then put his mouth directly on her ear, she could feel the warm moisture of his breath. "I can tell that you are ready for my fingers to be inside you. Do you know how? Because I can smell you from here, that is how turned on I have gotten you. Do you think the other passengers know? Do you think the man behind you, in 2a can smell you, smell what is dripping out of your pussy, right now, probably running onto the seat. Do you think that he has an erection? Maybe he knows what we are doing, wishes to god that he could be doing the same thing, wishes his fingers were inside you. I bet he would love to join the fun.

He went on, teasing her, instructing her. "Raise your ass off the seat for me, love, just a bit, so that I can get my hand underneath you. Yes, just like that."

His hand went immediately to her pussy and found her soaking wet. His fingers slid inside her, so easily, first two, then three. Marie would have been embarrassed that she was so wet, so slick, but she was too intent on not crying out, on not raising her hips.

Tony continued, torturing her, "All of the men know what I am doing to you, they all know that my fingers are in your pussy right now and that you are just dying to be fucked. They are all probably hoping that I do stop because then they would have a chance, a turn to take you into the bathroom and shove their big, hard cocks up your wet pussy. Does that excite you? The thought of not just me, but others around us, fucking you as well? Do you like the thought of me sharing you with other men?"

"Answer me! I asked you a question," he demanded.

She nodded, yes. She felt ashamed but so much more excited than she could ever remember being. This man, this stranger, this person she had met just hours before...someone who knew nothing about her, knew so much about her, her fantasies, what she thought about when she was alone at night, when her fingers found their way to her cunt, when the pressure was too much and she had to relieve herself, without a man. These were her thoughts. How did he know these things? How did he know that she always dreamed of being controlled, of being used, of being fucked by men she didn't know and didn't care to know? She almost came on his fingers, right there, his hot breath in her ear, this man with his authoritative tone, describing her every fantasy back to her.

He must have sensed this, he must have felt the muscles inside pussy begin to tense and shudder because he suddenly stopped, his fingers ceased working their magic, and he said, "Not so fast, love, we haven't even joined the club yet."

She tried to breathe through her disappointment, tried to regulate her breathing and her heartbeat again.

"Stroke my cock," Tony said.

"Are you crazy," she answered, opening her eyes, and looking at him, then she realized that she had spoken, she had broken the rules.

It was too late. She saw the flash of anger in his eyes. He looked around before he grabbed her by the throat this time, making her face him, placing his mouth next to her ear. He whispered into her ear, harshly and very sternly. "What you deserve and what you are getting are two very different things. If we were anywhere else, you would be over my knee getting a spanking that you would not forget for many days. Every time you sat down, you would be reminded of something which you cannot seem to remember for three minutes up here in the air. You would have no trouble recalling your infraction every time you sat down - and occasionally when you moved just so. Your ass would be so red that it would be difficult for me not to fuck you right then and there. It is also your birthday and knowing that this is your first time being dominated, I am giving you some leeway. I will not be nearly so kind next time. It is sad that this has not happened sooner to you. Your body obviously responds to it, your mind appreciates it, you are too bright and too curious to have made it this far in life without someone caring more about you. You have deserved better than what you have been getting. You deserve the attention, the care, the protection that only a dominant can give his submissive, but I will save that discussion for another time."

Tony continued: "Right now, right here, you are going to stroke my cock. You are going to stroke my balls. Do not worry about getting caught. I have that covered. It is up to me, your protector, your guardian, to make sure that you are safe. Can you trust me? Will you trust me? Nod yes or no."

She nodded yes. He did not yet release his hold on her throat.

"And, I want you to think about something, after this is all over and I have given you what you wanted. I want you to ask yourself if you really have ever trusted anyone? Have you ever really trusted a man to protect you, to take care of you? Now, Marie, you may begin."

He let go of her rather roughly, but she had to admit that she had never, ever been so turned on in her life. She was ready to stroke his cock, suck it, and fuck it. She was ready to let this man take her, here or anywhere else. God, she was so hot, so wet. She couldn't recall ever feeling this sexy, this alive.

She believed, at that moment, that she could and would do whatever this man, this man in 1b, told her to do. Clearly, she had lost her mind up here in the clouds. She reached over, under the blankets and began to stroke his cock. It wasn't easy through his jeans, but she could tell that he was well-endowed, thank god. She could tell as it curved around and down his leg a bit.

"Take it out."

She unfastened his belt buckle, slowly, watching his face. She was enjoying this. Here, she was, back in charge. As with any man, you hold their cock and you have their full, undivided attention. So simple, really. She slowly, painfully and much more deliberately than she needed to, unbuttoned his jeans and began to unzip his pants.

"Je-sus! We haven't got all night," he said, angrily, knowing that she was trying to take back the reins.

He reached down and freed his cock from his jeans, and it popped out and straight up. While she was pleased to see what she had to work with, he had the power again. He had a beautiful cock and she looked forward to doing with it, whatever he instructed, however he instructed.

She began to stroke it, squeezing gently as she worked her way up to the head, guiding her hand around it, twisting, trying to create different sensations, to arouse him. Marie used her hand to form a bit of a vacuum seal around it, pushing down on the base, causing it to stand straight up. She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. She could imagine what the blanket must look like - like a man was getting a hand job from the woman next to him, pretty simple.

She ran it the length, from the base to the head, tightening it as she went up, and this elicited the first real, physical response from him. She could feel him trying to suppress his natural reactions. His face looked almost as if he were in pain. She finally had to open her eyes long enough to just glance around. She looked over at 1c (only to find him watching her, intently, out of the corner of his eye). She figured it was time to put on a bit of a show for him. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked it - from the palm to the tips of her fingers. She then produced as much saliva as she could, flattened out her tongue, and repeated this process twice more. The last time, she realized Tony had opened one eye, wondering where her hand was, why it was not stroking away - and he was smiling at her He was pleased and she was awash in joy.

It was amazing to her how much this pleased her, how much his pleasure, pleased her. She slid her hand back under the blanket and began to really give him a proper hand job. Both of them lying there, with the blankets on, pretending to be asleep with this movement, quite clearly going on under the blanket. It was almost laughable.

Their very nice and very gay, flight attendant, Tyler, came over to ask if they wanted anything else to drink. Tony smiled and answered,

"Not now, Tyler, thanks but go away."

"Look, you two, I sympathize with what you are doing, I really do. I have been there myself. But I can't let you sit out here and fool around like this. You are getting too many stares and giggles." Marie started to blush.

"Don't be embarrassed. You are hardly the first, nor will you be the last to do this. It happens often enough. I just can't let you continue to do it so obviously. I have had a comment or two from a row back. Look, there are four bathrooms in the back, if you want to take a 'stab' at it - pun intended. Most of the back cabin is asleep and I know that the rest rooms are just being cleaned now. Try the last one on the right. It is the largest one on the plane."

Marie still could not bring herself to open her eyes, and she had stopped stroking Tonys cock when Tyler had begun speaking to them.

"Thank you, Tyler, and please send our apologies and a drink to whomever complained. Better yet, make it two drinks," said Tony.

"Consider it done," said Tyler. "And here is a large pillow for your lap - until the restroom is clean. Should be about another five minutes."

As soon as Tyler left them, Tony spoke to Marie firmly." Excuse me, but I don't remember giving you permission to stop stroking my cock? Have you even touched my balls yet? I don't think so."