1. Flying High


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

    against my body, one hand on my back, one on my arm as I raised her bag. I turned to look at her and at that very moment, we connected. Our eyes locked and we became intimate friends. Just like that. It was a connection unlike anything I had ever experienced. As we sat in our seats, it was as though we had known each other for years. Without hesitation, I lifted the armrest that divided our seats and we filled that gap with our hands and bodies, touching, holding. We weren't groping each other, or were we? But we were incessantly touching. Our hands found their way to each other's waists, hands, faces, and legs as we talked and laughed. Anyone watching would assume we were long lost lovers. We were practically making love to each other with our clothes on! By the time our crew was preparing for takeoff, we were facing each other as much as we could and still have seat belts on. Lisa had a blanket draped across her, with her legs stretched across mine and I was caressing her as we talked. Our touches were electric. My hands at the top of her thighs, caressing her legs; her calves rubbing across the hardened bulge in my pants, my furtive glances at her cleavage, Lisa biting her lower lip while I licked mine. The only thing we even knew about each other right then was that we wanted each other. Now. My hands roamed freely under the blanket, and while one would usually be rubbing feet or calves, the other was finding its way along her inner thigh, searching for that lovely heat ...
    source at the top of her legs. At one point, Lisa pretended to be readjusting her position while I slipped my hands along the outside of her thighs and removed her thong. I had to have her, and time was slipping by. The urgency, the need we each felt was unspoken, but palpable. It could be felt in every look, every move, every touch. Her toes rubbed up and down my hard shaft as though it might be the last time, and my fingers clawed at her thighs with desperation. Finally, without regard to who might be watching, I pushed my fingers against her swollen pussy lips. She was soaking wet and her lips separated easily. She pushed her pussy toward me, against my searching fingers and I worked three inside her, pushing until they could go no deeper. Rather than thrusting, which would only bring more stares, I used my fingers to explore along her inner walls, opening my fingers, curling my fingers and twisting my hands while I thumbed her clit. She was more than ready for me, and it took less than a minute before I could feel the tremor begin to build in her deepest core. Her eyes closed for a moment, her body shuddered, and she nearly collapsed as warm fluid freely flowed from her. I dragged the end of the blanket to the space between her legs and cleaned a generous amount of her precious liquid from the seat. After we inconspicuously swapped out blankets for a clean, dry one, she turned to lean against me, resting her face against my chest and closing her eyes. Then she reached down ...
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