Sharon sighed in discomfort as she made her way down the overcrowded aisle. It was the typical flight you always hear about; crying babies, a boring movie and never enough leg room. She could already tell that the next seven-and-a-half hours were going to be a nightmare.
When she finally made it to the back of the plane she realized she had the worst seat in the house. On her right was what looked to be a four-hundred pound ninety-year-old man who'd probably been asleep for the last two hours. And on her right, the most talkative New Yorker ever to fly the friendly skies. He's not even that cute, she thought to herself as he introduced himself and began the never-ending onslaught of small talk that would comprise the duration of their flight.
She didn't blame him for turning on the charm, though. Even she knew she looked amazing that day. Her long blonde hair was sporting a fresh pink highlight on the left side. And to say that her outfit was "eye-catching" would be an understatement. She was wearing a pair of tight, black capri pants that fit around her shapely ass and thighs perfectly. And her 36C breasts were fully on display through a white halter top that barely held them inside.
She tried to take a nap the whole time, but the typical interruptions kept her awake. As the hours went by, she became more and more frustrated. Everything about that flight, since the minute she left her house, had gone wrong. And to top that, she hadn't had sex in three months. All she wanted to do was take a quick nap, but for some reason the Gods had conspired against her and caused every cliché distraction that had ever stepped onto an airplane to converge on one flight. Suddenly, a baby in front of her vomited and started crying. It felt like a foghorn had been blown an inch from her ear and she couldn't take it any more. The cramped quarters. The rude flight attendants. The screaming baby. She snapped.
She looked over at Tom, the New Yorker she had despised for the last four hours, and decided to do something crazy. She leaned in, took off his earphones, and slid her tongue into his mouth, pressing her lips against his. He wore a look of surprise and then enjoyment as he slid his tongue into hers, returning the favor.
They continued to explore eachother's mouths as she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter, the moisture soaking through her light blue cotton thong. She opened up her eyes as Tom pulled away abruptly. A flight attendant had seen the whole thing.
"What is going on here?" said the haggard middle-aged throwaway that probably hadn't kissed a man in twenty years.
Sharon was at a loss for words. Luckily, Tom did all the talking. "Nothing," he said cracking a smile. "Nothing at all."
"Well, don't let 'nothing' happen again," snapped the attendant. "There are children on this flight."
"Absolutely," he said in discomfort. "I apologize."
She glared at Sharon next and in a tone that hinted at frustration and jealousy said, "Understood?"
"Yes," she said, sinking into her seat. She sat there, breathing heavy, as the attendant walked away. Then, she leaned in towards Tom and whispered in his ear. "Bathroom. Five minutes."
She slid her hand down the front of her pants and rubbed a finger in the fresh juices that had dampened her panties. As she got up and shuffled past him she dragged a finger under his nose letting him smell the fresh aroma. She casually made her way down the hall into the vacant men's room, making sure to slide in quickly before anyone noticed her.
It was certainly more claustrophobic than in the cabin, but she didn't care. She sat on the toilet waiting for her newly-acquainted fuck-buddy to show up as a thousand thoughts ran through her head. I can't believe I'm doing this. Is this right? Is this wrong? What if he doesn't show up? What if he doesn't have any condoms?!
She made it about thirty seconds before she started rubbing her pussy through her pants. Her nipples got harder and harder as they began to poke through her strapless white bra and eventually through the halter top. She hadn't been this horny in a long time. She'd played with herself at home every now and then and even got out the vibrator once or twice. But she hadn't had a good hard fucking in a long time. She began to rub faster and faster as she became more anxious.
She took off her shoes, pants and underwear in an aroused panic and suddenly heard a subtle knock on the door. Nervousness overtook her as she tried to figure out just who it was. She tried to listen to see if Tom was saying anything but she couldn't hear. Another knock, only a little louder. It must be him, she thought to herself. Just open the fucking door!
