1. Sex On A Plane


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Humor, Author: The_Great_Destroyer, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    seconds I was sure I was going to wake up in the airport gate, with a huge boner and possibly covered in jizz. She came back from the bathroom and again began to move over me. Instead of getting all the way across, she pushed a button to lean my seat back, and cuddled next to me in the chair. Her head lay in my chest and she fitted her legs into mine. I put my arms around her. She took one of my hands and placed a piece of fabric in my palm and closed my hand around it. Upon further inspection of the cloth, I realized it was her shorts. I could feel my heart beating in my feet. My hypothesis was confirmed when I slid my hand up her leg and felt only skin leading to her back. I moved my hand back down to her tight ass, and gently pulled her closer to me. She grabbed my dick, startling me. I jumped. She laughed at me, as is the natural order of things. Her hand carefully pulled my cock out of my shorts, between our two bodies. I felt the warmth of her legs touch the tip of my dick. She pulled herself closer to me and slid my dick into her. We laid still, holding each other, only the slight gyration of her hips could give us away. People went in and out of the bathroom across the isle, causing us to pause our careful sexual adventure. I was on the verge of popping off into her at any second, but the gentle nature of the act helped me keep control. After what seemed like hours of pseudo-fucking, she whispered into my ear. "We have to finish this in the bathroom," she pulled my ...
    cock out of her and I shivered. "But won't everyone know exactly what's happening?" I slipped my dick into the waist of my shorts. "Just wait a second after I go in, then follow," She got up, and pulled her sweater down over her dripping pussy. She went into the bathroom, and flipped the handle again. I waited patiently for the handle to go back to green. Eventually it did, and I slipped into the bathroom with all the grace of a boulder rolling through a glass factory. She sat on the toilet in the bathroom. The bathroom was hardly big enough for one person, so having two of us in there was about as comfortable as trying to fuck in a phone booth. I clumsily moved to sit on the toilet and she squeezed past to stand above me. She pulled her sweater up above her waist. A thin red line of hair streaked above her pussy. Her stomach was defined beautifully with muscle. She lowered herself slowly onto my cock. I braced my feet against the door and the sink. Her eyes closed as she sank onto me. She tilted her head back. I pushed her shirt up above her tits. Her white bra seemed dedicated to hold back her amazing tits. I fixed that. I pulled it up along with her sweater, releasing her boobs to their natural position. As she slid up and down on me, I was desperately searching with my hand for something to grip on to. My head was slightly taping the wall behind me. I was sure everyone on the plane was completely aware of the situation in the bathroom. Regardless of the awareness level of ...