1. Sex On A Plane


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

    my fellow passengers, we continued. She got up and pulled me by the hand. I turned her toward the sink and position myself behind her. She lifted her leg and I pushed myself into her. I thrust into her. She closed her eyes and her cheek pressed against the mirror. I stroked her side and ran my hand up to her breast. I squeezed gently and felt them bounce as I thrust into her. Finally I felt it coming. I shook suddenly. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and stroked it until I laid strings of cum onto her ass cheeks. She moaned softly and with on hand, rubber my cum around on her ass, and with the other hand, rubbed her pussy. Being the chivalrous man that I am, I stood over her and put a hand between her legs. She graciously guided my hands to her clit, and I vigorously rubbed her. She whispered, "Don't you fucking stop." After a few more directions, we achieved climax, and believe me when I say it was impressive. She turned and pulled me toward her. She gripped my shirt and wrapped her legs around me. She shook, grabbing desperately for something to stabilize herself. We both jumped at a pounding on the doors. "Sir? Sir, is everything alright?" a flight attendant asked. "Yeah... ...
    yeah it's fine. Just... You know how Taco Bell is," I nervously replied. We wiped the all the cum away and hurriedly arranged ourselves and got dressed as fast as we could. We took a deep breath in unison, and I opened the door. I was met by a man wearing a badge under his jacket. He introduced himself as Officer Peterson, and escorted me to the seat next to him on the plane. Nice guy. People were staring at me on the walk to the seat. A guy gave me a huge thumbs up with a smile to match. I gestured back to him, and looked over my shoulder to the girl sitting back in her seat, with the Flight Attendant in tow. My things were already in the seat. I plopped in the seat and Officer Ruins-All-The-Fun told me I wouldn't be charged for anything, but I'd remain under his watch for the rest of the trip. I tried to look for her when the plane finally landed, but no luck. I was upset that I didn't even have the foresight to figure out her name. I picked up my luggage and, hands in my pockets, waited by the curb for my ride to get me. I felt something in my left pocket. I pulled out a piece of paper. It bared her name and phone number. Seems like Sydney may be a more exciting trip than I expected.
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