I paced nervously at our gate as I awaited Michelle's arrival. The flight was scheduled to leave in about 45 minutes, and she wasn't here yet. It had taken some bit of work to coordinate this trip, and I hoped it wasn't for naught.
After a few more minutes, I saw her seeking me out. I practically ran over to her and we hugged and shared a short but very arousing kiss. Her smile told me that this trip to Jamaica was going to be well worth it. They announced that the flight was boarding, and we went to get in line. I felt her animal magnetism as we stood there; I could smell her perfume, feel her raw, sexual energy. I became aroused just standing there next to her. What she had on wasn't helping matters any, either.
Since we were going to the tropics, we dressed accordingly. She wore a very short, blue cotton skirt, low-cut blue blouse, and a pair of strappy heels. I could see the other men in line stealing glaces at her, and I moved even closer to her, putting my arm around her shoulders. She responded by nuzzling my chest and putting her arm around my waist. I was very grateful at that time that I had the foresight to be wearing baggy shorts....
We finally got on the plane, and took our seats in First Class. For a trip to Jamaica, there wasn't a whole lot of people on this flight. A smattering of folks milled about in our cabin as we stowed our carry-ons. Once we were all settled, I noticed that there wasn't anyone across from us. So much the better......
You know how the air conditioning is on jets; either it's too much, or not enough. Well, it was quite cool where we were sitting, and the A/C jets seemed to be stuck in position. I asked a passing flight attendant for a blanket, and placed it over both our laps.
We took off without incident, and settled back for the 50 minute flight from Miami to Montego Bay. Once we achieved cruising altitude, the attendant went around offering drinks, and I ordered a vodka and tonic for myself, and a Glenlivet neat for Michelle. As we sipped our drinks and snuggled under the blanket, my hand began to wonder across her shapely legs, and slowly up her skirt. I immediately felt her wetness as I reached the sweet lips of her pussy, and began to slowly play with the sensitive folds of soft, wet flesh...
She snaked her hand up my shorts at the same time, and released my now-hard, throbbing cock from my underwear. She played with my shaft and softly rubbed my head as I began to increase the tempo of stimulating her cunt.........I began to rub her clit now, and she responded by spreading her thighs further apart and slinking down a bit in the seat....
I found myself breathing harder and straining against her touch. The feel of her pussy was driving me wild....It was so soft, so wet, so fucking tight....Her pussy's flesh seemed to grab at my probing fingers, and her scent filled my senses. I pressed harder as I rubbed with greater frequency, encouraging her to orgasm........