Miles complied, struck dumb, not especially by Annie, even though she was more than the images he'd seen suggested, it was the whole scenario. There was an electric nervous excitement in the cabin induced by each individual's expectations and simultaneous disbelief. He had a hard on and thought most of the other men must be the same. He still half felt this had to be some kind of wind up, an elaborate joke Carol was playing. He lowered himself into the seat beside Annie, they swapped names they already knew and tried to look anywhere that couldn't be construed as sexually slanted.
"Before we get down to the pleasure part of the trip," Karen announced, "I have to do the obligatory emergency announcement, so bear with me for a moment."
Annie giggled alongside him.
"She said bare with me! Don't mind me Miles, I'm as nervous as hell. Can I hold your hand?"
"Are you scared of flying?" He queried in a whisper against Karen's flat and hasty reading of the safety instructions.
"No, I love flying. I'm just nervous that I might not be your type."
"You don't need to worry about that."
She took his proffered hand and wrapped it between her own, he noticed the absence of a dividing arm rest between their seats, they both shifted turning toward one another, looking, feeling each other out with eyes, then with a mutual acknowledgement that what ever was to happen would be at the very least consensual, possibly highly charged, their eyes took the liberty to examine what was on offer.
The aircraft was moving out onto the taxi-way, Miles wasn't looking out of the small cabin window, he had other sights to explore, Annie didn't seem to mind and visibly shivered as his eyes moved onto her tanned legs.
She pulled him toward her and whispered in his ear, "You've got 'fuck me' eyes - you're making me wet."
"Really. You're making me hard."
The cabin lights dimmed and the windows darkened, no one seemed to notice particularly and as the aircraft surged forward down the runway she turned his face to kiss him, dropping his hand onto the skin of her thigh, slightly parting her legs, just in case he needed a clue.
The kiss was exploratory, tender in the sense of reassurance and a degree of compatibility, not that it mattered much, other priorities were rising almost as quickly as the aircraft soared.
"Emm. Nice kiss." She whispered into his mouth. "Touch me please, don't be shy. It's what I want."
She moaned against his lips as his fingers drew lightly across the silk of her panties, she was more than ready, had been for days, once she'd agreed to have sex with a stranger and the last hours had driven all inhibition far away, she needed him to touch her, shifting her hips against his hand so he'd touch her skin, find the wet warmth between her legs and begin to release the pent up desire that threatened to waste itself against the fabric of the seat.
Miles switched to automatic, Carol scarcely a thought in his head, she'd brought him here for this, he'd deal with that later, now he needed to perform, for Annie and for himself.
Annie's panties barely covered her, loose fitting, the crotch lining easily pushed aside, her drew a finger down the length of her slit rewarded by Annie jolting against his hand, biting his lip and her hand seeking and massaging the protrusion in his trousers. Before lust could overwhelm them, Karen knelt by their seat.
"Annie and Miles."
They broke apart, slightly shocked at the untimely reminder of their location, Miles reluctantly withdrawing his hand from the pleasure zone between Annie's legs.
"I think you two had better follow me. We have somewhere more comfortable for the both of you."
She opened the aisle door separating the small cabin from the main body of the aircraft, and ushered them into a small room. Miles hadn't really thought about the rest of the aircraft.
"What's through there?" he asked gesturing at the rest of the plane.
"Paying guests." Karen answered. "If you haven't realised it by now, this is a very special flight. You two, and the other couples, are the in-flight entertainment for the passengers in the main cabin, so we would appreciate you putting on a very special performance. Down these stairs is a private suite, the headroom is tight, but I don't imagine you will be standing. You can undress here or in the suite, either way you have forty-five minutes, then I'll come to collect you. Have fun."
She closed the door on them. They looked at each other sheepishly. Annie broke the silence impatient to begin.
"Ok they want a show, I'm ready to give them one. I'm going to undress... unless you want to... do it for me."
"I'd like to watch." Miles answered, "But let's go downstairs."
He led the way down the small flight of stairs to a low ceiling cabin, the floor a shallow dish, a Perspex type of material shiny and black. There had no choice but to step into the dish. He sat with his back against the cabin wall and watch Annie shed her clothes. She wasn't young, early to mid thirties he thought, but in fine shape, a good figure edging slightly towards plumpness but in all the right places, large breasted, dark erect nipples.
She undressed rapidly stepping out of her panties and throwing them to him. He could smell her sex without the need of the panties but brought then to his face anyway inhaling the sharp tang that soaked the crotch fabric. She crouched in front of him legs splayed wide, her sex unmistakably smeared with a pale white juice and reached for his sweat shirt. Miles bent forward so she could pull the shirt over his head and once she'd freed his arms he stretched a hand between her legs, touching her moisture while she applied herself to unfastening his trousers.
She squatted against his hand growling appreciatively as fingers slid squelching between the lips of her sex and wiggled inside her. She reluctantly moved off his hand to struggle with his trousers and Miles, once freed, pushed her back onto the floor lowering his head, wanting to taste her, forcing his tongue into her, rubbing his face against her thrust wanting to smear himself and his senses with her scent and juice, Carol watching the video feed at home came copiously for the first time slapping her cunt with the tip of the dildo as she contracted with orgasmic spasms. Annie, already strung out far too long, let go with a scream hauling his face onto her, bucking wildly, discharging the slightly astringent cum of a woman past her twenties onto his tongue and lips. The taste of her heightened Miles lust, he lapped like a demon feeling her contract again and wet his tongue, cum, piss he didn't care, he just wanted to feast at a trough of forbidden pleasure. They didn't hear the whooping cheers in the passenger compartment.
"Fuck me." Annie said wriggling away and turning over presenting him with a choice of entries.
"Which one?"
"Pussy, but touch the other one, it drives me mad."
Miles couldn't resist another taste lingering over the nub of her anus wetting it to receive his finger before positioning himself and sliding slowly deeply into Annie hearing her growl with pleasure. He pulled out and ploughed again, slowly building a rhythm and began to probe at the tighter opening feeling her grip his finger, her body tensing with anticipation.
Carol watched avidly, crouched, almost touching the television, her fingers working to match Miles thrusts, she could feel him as if he were in her and moved to probe her own anus as Miles finger slid in and out of Annie's, cursing that he rarely did this for her and swearing that the first thing he'd do when he arrived home was fuck her bum.
She wasn't really ready for what happened next even though she knew it was coming, none of them were. The TV screen briefly glared white while the camera adjusted to the sudden flood of light. The Perspex floor had become transparent. Annie was screaming thrusting herself back against Miles impaling him deep inside both openings at the shock of suddenly seeing the green countryside five miles below them. Miles paused momentarily then attacked her as if possessed, as if he needed to finish now before they fell through the opening. But they didn't fall, he pulled her arse to him and emptied himself deep inside Annie as her screams calmed to gurgles and she coated his prick with her third or fourth discharge in half an hour. Carol came and peed herself, shock and relief, she felt tears on her cheeks, she'd only once before had an orgasm that intense and sat happily crying staining the carpet watching her man shake as Annie sucked the final dregs inside her.
She thought they were done but Annie had other plans, she could hear the sucking sound as she pulled herself off Miles prick, turning, eyes glazed with lust, licking her lips and taking his still erect prick into her mouth. The camera angle switched presenting Carol with Annie's rear end, slick and shining with both of their juices. Carol watched fascinated at Annie's cunt contracting as her head bobbed over Miles prick and a trail of liquids began to dribble from her, she could almost smell her, she could certainly hear her choking as she tried for maximum depth, she had a brief glimpse of Miles bucking at Annie's mouth before the picture faded, the forty-five minutes spent and lay back on the floor exhausted, elated and unable to clear Annie's and Miles expressions from her mind when the floor changed to glass and the way they had fucked, like animals rutting as if their lives depended upon it.
Carol knew one thing for sure, she'd no longer be the passive partner, no excuses, she'd fuck him when she wanted it, not when it was convenient. At least she'd balanced the score, the deal with Flights of Fantasy was the wife went first, her arse still tingled from the memory of the young stud who'd ridden her, she needed that tingle to be dealt with just as soon as Miles got home.
