"I want to get my cock in that tight pussy of yours," he whispered to me. "Meet me in the bathroom."
He started to get up, shoving his big, hard, shiny cock back into his pants, but I stopped him.
"Why go to the bathroom?" I said with a smirk. "Why not right here?"
He hesitated and I gave his still-exposed cock a squeeze. It was all the encouragement he needed, but he didn't come back for a blowjob like I expected him to do. Instead, he knelt down right in the aisle, pushing me back onto the seat.
My head rested against the window and my feet pointed towards the aisle. He yanked off my pants and panties in one abrupt move. I gasped as he leaned down and plunged his face into my pussy. I spread my legs, loving how vulnerable and exposed I was.
As the flight attendant came down the aisle, she must have seen the hottest scene: a gorgeous business man kneeling in the aisle, his face buried in the cunt of a businesswoman sprawled on the seats. By the time she reached us, I was writhing with pleasure, my shirt unbuttoned and my breasts exposed.
I was rubbing my nipples when I saw her loom over us. She was a beautiful blonde woman with tits to rival mine and she looked hot in her stewardess uniform.
She just stared at us for a long moment watching my lover eat my pussy. He was so good with his tongue, circling my clit and plunging the meat of his tongue in and out like a small penis. I was pumping my hips up into his hand, grinding my clit against his nose.
I locked eyes with her for a moment and thought that she would tell us we were going to be arrested. My pussy-eater hadn't noticed her yet. But when she knelt down and then laid in the aisle with him, he certainly noticed her. But I didn't let him look; I reached down and pressed his face to my pussy so he couldn't get away.
The flight attendant, Carrie, laid on her back and slid under him, taking his cock in her mouth.