1. Flying High


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: rainmaker78, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    It was just the start of what was to be a very long day. I was on United Airlines, Denver to Chicago, with a final destination at an air base in the Middle East. A combined eighteen hours of flight time was not exactly my idea of a good time, so I wasn't looking forward to the trip. But it had to be done. I sat down in my window seat in Economy, disappointed I could not get an upgrade, but grateful it was only a two and a half hour flight, and I had a view from my window seat. Hopefully, my upgrade request to Frankfurt would be honored. As a long-standing frequent flyer, I was one of the first to board, and I sat reading my iPad for a good twenty minutes while the other passengers boarded. As boarding was coming to a close and the flight attendants were beginning to secure the cabins, I was beginning to think I was going to get very lucky - the seat next to me was still empty. A few stray passengers strolled in, but much to my surprise, the seat remained vacant. And then she appeared. Like something out of a dream. Beautiful red hair, freckled face, her long, low cut sweater showed off ample cleavage. She had one of those faces that always seems to be smiling, and from what I could se of her body, she appeared to be very athletic. I was mesmerized. She stopped at the front of the aircraft, looked down at her boarding pass to confirm her seat, and looked up, directly at the seat adjoining mine, then at me. Shit. She looked at me. As I tried to imagine what I looked like to ...
    her, all I could think of was my eyes were wide in amazement, my mouth was hanging open, and it was quite possible my tongue was hanging out. I was actually ogling her. "Nice job, big fella," I scolded myself, "you actually looked the part of a pervert." Game over. She approached our row and I was doing my best to smile and shed the "dirty old man" impression I was sure she already had of me. Then she stood next to her seat. She looked magnificent. Firm, but curvy. Absolutely beautiful. Her long sweater was a dress...kind of. It was a very short dress, to be precise. And she had legs you see only in your dreams. My cock stirred. She bent down slightly to depress the handle of her carry on bag, and when she did, I noticed nearly every person in the rows surrounding ours were watching her ass intently. She picked up her carry on bag and lifted it to put it in the overhead bin. And her dress came within millimeters of exposing her most private parts to the rest of the cabin. On one hand, I was praying for a stiff wind; and on the other I knew it was time to be a gentleman and intervene. I stopped her. "Here, let me," I said as I rose from my seat to assist. "Oh, thank you, but I can get it." "No, no," I said a little more forcefully that was probably appropriate, "please let me." She laughed it off, and stepped aside so I could get to her bag, but she didn't move very far. As I lifted her bag to place in the bin, I could feel her next to me. I could feel her on me. She was leaning ...
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