It started out just like every other day I had to fly on business. Early morning flight, late flight home. Story of my ambitious life in pursuit of financial success.
But when I arrived at the airport that night I was dismayed to find my late flight home was going to run even later than usual. Instead of a night owl 1210, I was looking at a 2:25 vampire flight. Why vampire?
I'd always found the idea of a life spent biting on women's necks to be fascinating. Strangely erotic. To the point that my girlfriend had dumped me last week when I accidentally drew blood from her neck during what started out as merely hot shower sex.
I'd had her fantastic ass tight against my raging cock, her tits cupped in my hands, her nipples hard and erect. The hot steamy water had been running down her body making her skin even softer. Slick under my tongue. I hadn't meant to break the skin. Not on a conscious level anyway.
The fact that I spontaneously emptied my balls on her ass when I saw blood running down her neck-and not in her pussy after a leisurely fuck...well, let's just say that this additional insult didn't help sway the situation in my direction.
How was I supposed to know that the sight of her blood oozing down her neck would be so fucking erotic that I'd come like a soldier on shore leave, grabbing her hips and humping her like a caveman?
Or that the considerate lover I'd always been would completely abandon me at that moment and I'd push her against the wall of the shower, pinning her hands above her head, her generous breasts compressed against the tile, and pound desperately into her pussy with a cock still so hard, so swollen that she'd felt like a virgin around my girth?
Hell, she'd come apart on my cock like a porn star, sobbing and begging me not to stop. But afterward...she'd withdrawn from me physically and emotionally, telling me in a haughty little voice that she was a lady and I'd crossed the line. When I mentioned that she had appeared to enjoy it like a porn star, but she'd felt as tight as a virgin around my dick, she'd slapped me.
Note to self. Never compare your girlfriend's lovemaking to porn.
When I'd told my buddy what I'd said to her, he'd choked on his beer and fallen off his chair he'd laughed so hard. "Not smart Matt. Not at all," he'd said.
Obviously not.
Getting back to my delayed flight. I morosely went into the airport bar and ordered a beer. And another one. Feeling the effects quicker than usual-must be the late hour-I switched to bottled water and ordered a sandwich. It definitely passed the time, because I soon heard them calling my flight overhead. I needed to use the john, but when I heard those magic words "last call" I opted to wait, pushing my almost empty water inside the side pocket of my briefcase and taking off at a run for my gate.
I definitely needed to visit the boy's room as soon as possible.
If you ever want to have a row of seats to yourself, take the vampire flight. Hell, a section of the plane to yourself. Maybe it was because there were so few people on the flight, but it was the smallest plane I'd ever flown on. I was pleased to see they still had pillows and blankets. Nice. I was definitely in need of a nap. And a long piss.
To my surprise, we were backing out of the gate as soon as I dropped into my seat. My bladder was making its need to be emptied increasingly clear as the minutes ticked by. When the flight attendant offered me a complimentary drink, I went with whiskey straight up.
"How soon can we get up and move around?"
She crinkled her brow like I'd asked a question she'd never heard before in her life. "Not sure. Why? Need the bathroom?"
I nodded my head.
"Well, the one here in the back is out of order. But on the bright side, it's a light flight so competition shouldn't be too bad in the front of the plane."
She still hadn't answered my question. "So when?" I asked, still trying to be polite. It was becoming increasingly difficult as pain joined the notification group trying to get my attention to open the flood gates. And a freaking flood it was going to be too.
"Soon," she said brightly and moved on.
I stared at the fasten seat light waiting for the second it would turn off. When it did, I fumbled with my seat belt and stood up just in time to see an older gentleman hurriedly enter the miniature toilet. Shit.
Ten minutes later I was still watching, waiting for the damn door to open. I finally walked up and knocked.
"Occupied."
Obviously. "How much longer buddy?"
"Don't know. I think I've got food poisoning. I'm going at both ends."
Way too much information. And bad news. Very bad news. I hobbled back to my seat, hunched over as if it would help the pain stretching my bladder. It didn't.
I sat down, felt myself dribble in my boxers, and grabbed my cock like a drowning man grabs a life preserver. I realized I was shaking with my need to free my pee. Kind of like "Free Willy" I thought with grim humor.
My eyes fell on the bottled water container in my briefcase under the seat in front of me. Desperation adds a creativity to situations that otherwise appear impossible.
I reached down and took the bottle from the side pocket of my brief and unscrewed the cap, carefully setting the top on the seat next to me. Glancing around furtively, I slowly lowered my zipper an agonizing inch at a time. My cock was semi-erect.
Morning wood at three am. Great. I undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants so I could finally free my dick. What I didn't expect was to start pissing as soon as I got it free of my pants. I was covering the back of the seat in front of me with a stream that would make any firefighter proud to hold that particular hose.
