1. The Island, Chapter 1


    Date: 2/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    families, several Koreans returning home from visiting the US, some obvious professionals travelling for work, and a collection of neo-hippy backpacker types, presumably planning on traipsing across the country, scoring weed and having lots of outdoor sex. There was also a tense group of Middle Easterners, including a couple of chicks in burkas. At the time, I had been a little suspicious of them, but chided myself for racial profiling. Plus, terrorists didn’t usually bring their women with them. We eventually boarded, and we filed into our seats. The flight was surprisingly not very full. I was supposed to sit with the boys from our dojang, but I had played the MD card when booking my ticket, and had lucked out with a free upgrade to first class. I figured there was only so much trouble the boys could get into on a sealed airplane. I should probably have tried to sit with Jamie, but in typical airline fashion, our group’s seats were scattered all over the aircraft instead of in one section. She was sitting with her son, anyway, so I suspected I would not be able to convince her to have our first fuck in an airplane bathroom with him 6 feet away. The first leg of the flight was an overnight run, and I rationalized we would all be sleeping through it anyway. I gave Janie a shrug as she walked by to the coach section, and she returned a sexy little pout, letting me know she wasn’t mad. So here I was, in the aisle seat, scotch in hand, eyeing the smoking hot stewardess who had ...
    poured it, thinking that sometimes life really was great. The window seat was still empty, and as they were just about to close the door, I figured I had the whole row to myself. Suddenly, a woman came barreling through the jetway onto the plane. She seemed a little flustered and unsteady, and I couldn’t help thinking she looked familiar to me. After checking her ticket she staggered up to my row, and hoisted her bag up to the overhead compartment. This gave me a fine view of her magnificent rack, which jiggled enticingly as she crammed the carry-on into the bin. When she bent down to slide past me into the window seat, I got an even better view right down the front of her low-cut blouse. She had a sweet pair of obviously fake boobs, which jutted out from her chest like grapefruits. Erect tan nipples topped off this display, and I was mesmerized as they swung their way past me. I could feel my prick twitching and hardening with interest. She plopped down next to me and I forced my eyes off her chest and up to her face. At this point I got the first shock of what was to be a truly memorable trip. When I was growing up, my best friend was a guy named Gary. We were inseparable, and every weekend we would sleep over at each other’s house. I preferred his house, not because I didn’t like my family, but because of his mom. She was a young, single mother, having had Gary when she was 16. I guess she was a bit of a party girl, and I don’t think she even knew who the father was. She ...
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