I traveled to the East coast to meet you. We made an online appointment almost a month in advance. On the plane my clit was starting to tingle thinking about all the fantasies that we shared since we started chatting and were planning to make a reality. I was getting so horny that I had to take my panties and bra off.
It was easy to notice that I had nothing underneath my halter top shirt: its loose neck showed almost all of my cleavage and the air conditioner maintained my nipples poking through the thin material. I raised my already short skirt up my mid-thighs and opened my legs so my hairless pussy could refresh a bit and feel the comfy cold air.
I was in the First Class section, surrounded by passengers dressed on business suits. The rows are composed by two seats on each side of the plane. I was in the isle seat at the right side of the plane. My window-seat neighbor was a man that looked in his late forties, early fifties, tanned, blue eyes and very short hair. He was wearing a silk black suit, very stylish and elegant, with a colorful blue/black/red tie and white shirt. He looked like a high management exec. of a very profitable company.
He looked at me carefully up and down after I got back from the toilet where I removed my undergarment and I guess he noticed my sexual tease cause he smiled at me with an accomplice smile. We started a conversation talking about nothing in particular, but his voice, his gaze to my eyes, my breasts and my legs kept me aroused and wandering for your touch.
As we were chatting, he posed an arm up in my seat, then moved and rested it around my shoulders, his other hand was touching my arm then my knees, then my thighs; at this point with my initial arousal and his blunt flirt I was craving for his touch and I opened up my legs and carefully raised my skirt a bit more, you know that my inner pussy lips are large and thick, very easy to discern, so when he returned his gaze to my lap he could distinguish very clearly that I had no panties on.
I noticed the surprised and aroused reaction in his pants and face, but he kept talking with me so-matter-of-fact, he left the arm-seat and kept caressing my thigh looking me straight in the eyes, like nothing was happening. He scooted closer to me while sliding his hand up under the skirt, and when I felt his fingers touching my pussy in an almost unnoticeable rub it sent shivers all over my body and I eagerly, instinctively, opened my legs wider and got wetter.
He touched my pussy just once, a very very soft touch, but I was so wet that my inner pussy lips got glued to his fingers and when he moved his hand back to my thigh, he involuntarily stretched open my pussy. That slight move of my legs and pussy lips made a noticeable sopping noise and we both could smell the sweetness of my sex. I blushed out of surprise and he moaned aroused, staring at my now very noticeable hard clit.
He looked at me with eyes full of lust and softly shift his hand back to my pussy and started caressing my soaked labia. I was starting to breath heavily but besides his gaze and the tent in his pants he seemed almost immutable.
I am so attracted to man who takes control, man, who follows his inner strength, who does not get distracted by outer elements and seduces you to his desires. I somehow felt safe with him and definitively wanted him bad. He approached his face to my ear and in a soft whisper told me that he wanted to see me touching myself. Without hesitation I oblige and followed his command which made my head spin with confusion and surprise, after all he was a stranger.
I could not avoid a guttural moan. He stopped his touch, got the airline blanket, pushed the seats slightly backwards and covered us from bellow the neck down to our feet.
I accommodated myself in the seat, and while touching my clit and pussy I lift my skirt to my waist and opened my legs completely, he winked at me on approval and slide my right leg over his lap to spread my pussy wider, got closer to my body and returned his hand to my thighs.
He whispered that he loved having such a sexy thing offering her body so unashamedly to him, obeying his orders without vacillation and allowing herself to play with her clit in public; he said he loved seeing my pussy because a hairless sloppy pussy was a sign of a wild sexual girl and its smell was the invitation to fuck he loved the most.
While speaking to me he was looking for my reaction, but his words were not insulting rather aroused me much more.
When he was sure I heard him and accepted his words, he placed one hand on my pussy, sighted in delight when he hit my drenched lips and stroked them slightly; following the rhythm of my own hand, then he slide his fingers along my slit, from under my clit to a flick above my hole, separating my labia. I raised my hips trying to slip his fingers inside me but he immediately moved his hand up my mound over my shirt up to my breasts.
He felt and pinched a nipple through the fabric and scooped his hand under the loose neck, firmly cupping one of my breasts. I was so much into the sensations my fingers were producing in my clit, his words and touch that it surprised me when I felt both of his hands freely grabbing my breast like if I had no top, and I had none: he untied my shirt from my neck with his other hand.
So there I was, in a commercial airplane with my skirt around my waist and my shirt down to my lap, naked under the covers, my legs spread open, working on my clit. My pussy soaking and a stranger stroking my hard nipples and caressing my whole body at his will.
I instinctively wanted to touch his cock, but he prevented me from doing it telling me to stop while sliding his fingers inside my pussy. I jumped out of pleasure and surprise and felt my juices running down my crack drenching the leather of my seat. I started milking his fingers with my cunt muscles and he voiced his approval encouraging me to fuck his fingers the way I would like to fuck his cock.
He was telling me that I definitively had the body and attitude of a woman he would like to fuck mercilessly, that he would love to feel my hot cunt wanting to please his hard cock tightening my walls every time he would pump deep inside of me.
He said that fucking a slut like me would be a treat. He loved the fact that I willingly followed his desires even without him voicing them at all, like if I was reading his mind.
I was breathing heavily, trying to silence my moans, to gain as much composure as possible, but he told me not to worry, that what was happening under de covers, inside of my body, could be taken as an innocent lovers’ cuddle, nothing suspicious for a stranger’s eye which for him demonstrated how much of a refined slut I was.
He said that he was fucking my cunt with four fingers, that I was so sloppy that it was easy to slide them in and out, but that I was so hot and tight that he could not fit them inside completely, which made him imagine how his cock would stretch me and how great it would be feeling and looking his glistening cock widening my bald sultry cunt and spreading open my lips.
He was whispering close to my ear; and then started to push me towards him, spooning me so he could grab my breast, pinch my nipples and feel my ass and body more easily with one hand, and finger fuck me harder and deeper with the other. He had me glued to him with my back to his chest, my ass in his lap and my knees towards my breasts so my pussy was totally available to him without needing to make an obvious bulge in the blanket with my legs stretched backwards.
He started sliding his fingers inside my cunt with up and down movements instead of in and out and suddenly I felt it: a big, warm and hard object held by his fingers, sliding up and down my opening, making space for his entrance. I knew it was his cock and I moaned deeply and shiver, he felt me shiver and moaned in response, pinched my nipple hard and pinned the hood of my clit so the tip of his cock will tap on it while feeling up and down my slit.
He murmured that now he would prove how much of a high-class slut I was when he would start fucking my needy cunt with his fat cock for real, from behind, and he wanted me to do the job: milk his cock with my cunt walls and move my hips to ride his cock, making it slide inside and out of me but without moving too much or moaning too hard, keeping the image of a playful cuddle when the truth was that I was fucking hard his pole.
He drove his cock inside of me with one slow continuous stroke, and touched my lips with his cunt-juices-covered fingers; I instinctively push myself down his balls and started to lick and suck his fingers furiously, with that he pinned me deeper with his cock trying to get further inside and groaned softly saying that it aroused his cock and balls much more when his slut knew how to move her pussy down his shaft for a good fuck, that a slut should love her own taste like I was showing that I do, that a sex whore should love his cum as much as she liked her juices, that she should want his cum in and on her preferring it filling up her cunt or sliding down her throat after swallowing him dry, that’s how he liked his sluts to behave and he could feel without any doubt that I was one of his type.
