Airplane and Airport ride home
This is a true story that very few people know about. lol
I had just traveled from Florida to California to see my son who was in the military and was graduating from a "school". It was a nice trip, but a short one, and I flew back home on an overnight red-eye flight so I could get back to work.
I was tired and had a window seat and hoped that I could get some good rest on the flight home, laying my head against the window. I had a short layover in Atlanta and the most rest I would get was from California to Atlanta.
As I sat put my carry-on in the overhead and down in my seat I was so hoping that I would have the entire row to myself. Unfortunately, a few minutes later a younger guy (in his mid-twenties) sat in the aisle seat. As the plane kept filling I was praying that no one would sit in the middle seat. The door to the plane eventually closed, and I was elated to know the seat was open next to me.
We took off and everything went smoothly. From rushing so much and having a quick flight I was a bit tense. I think the young guy in the aisle seat sensed I was stressed and after we were at full altitude, he started talking to me. He wasn't every close to my time of man. A younger skater-type k** with long hair. I told him I was tired and had a short trip to California and he seemed genuinely interested. After some small talk about our travels, the interior lights of the plane had dimmed for the flight. He continued to speak with me and said that he would like to offer me some stress relief by rubbing my feet for me. It was an odd request I thought, but I have never turned down a foot massage, so I agreed to let him.
His hands rubbed my feet so well, I was tingling all over. It really did feel great and relieved some of my stress. I could tell that he was interested in more than my feet as he slowly worked his way to my lower legs, then my thighs. I couldn't help thinking that he had played this effective ploy on other women (the foot rub), but nevertheless I enjoyed it and it worked.
After about an hour in the air, I have to say I was getting a little wet. I asked the flight attendant for a blanket and she obliged. The blanket then covered us as the guy continued to rub my feet, I started to push my hips toward him. He sensed my enjoyment and rubbed my pussy on the outside of my jeans. It felt amazing. I had never enjoyed a total stranger like this before. Especially a man 15 years younger than me. It felt wrong and naughty (I had k**s his age), but I couldn't resist.
I unbuttoned my jeans and he was able to get his hands down to my pussy. He rubbed me and I was soaking wet. I reached my hand over and started stroking his cock. He was wearing loose shorts so it was easy to get my hand inside. As I stroked him he got bigger and bigger and seemed like it would never stop enlarging. I was amazing when he finally stopped growing and had to be 9-10 inches and was so thick. I had only once had a cock that big in my pussy and I was young, but knew I had to have this one.
We were both so horny we talked about going into the airplane bathroom, at separate times of course, and become members of the mile-high club. I went tin first and walked to the back of the plane as everyone else seemed to be sleeping. I got to the bathroom and closed the door. I put the seat down, dropped my jeans and panties, and awaited the young guy with the huge cock. It felt like forever before he tapped on the door and I let hm in. I unhooked the cuff from one leg of my jeans and sat on the seat and spread. He dropped his shorts and tried to enter me but the angle didn't seem to work. Then, after a few minute of trying, I started to get claustrophobic (I have a problem with tight spaces) and couldn't finish. I promised him we would complete what we started when we landed in Atlanta.
We continued to play with each other under the blanket in our seats and it seemed to last forever before we landed in Atlanta. We agreed that when we landed, we would use a "family" bathroom to our advantage.
My layover was 30 minutes so I was glad that we had landed on time. We both exited the plane and walked straight to the first family restroom we could find, as wetness dripped down my legs.
By the time we got inside I couldn't get my jeans and underwear off soon enough. I kicked off my shoes, and dropped my pants like the horniest slut you ever saw. I leaned back on the sink and brought one knee up to my chest as I watched him open a Magnum condom and place it on that huge cock. I had never seen a Magnum condom before and I was shocked. I begged him to hurry and he put the condom on like he had done it hundreds of times before.
He then brought the head of his cock up to my soaking lips and was gentle as he put his engorged head in my pussy. It immediately hit my g-spot and made me shout a bit. After he pushed in slowly so I could get used to his enormous size, he started stroking faster and faster. The angle was perfect now. Each stroke hit my g-spot perfectly and after three minutes of thrusting, we both came so good. It was one of the best orgasms I have ever had. I was exhausted, but my flight was boarding so I got dressed quickly, thanked my young companion, then headed to my gate. I never saw him again and to this day, I cannot remember his first name, but it is a lasting memory.
I walked to my connecting flight, with my pussy still throbbing, and was able to make it home without leading on to my husband that I had a cock twice his size in me, just that night. Needless to say, I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face.
I had just traveled from Florida to California to see my son who was in the military and was graduating from a "school". It was a nice trip, but a short one, and I flew back home on an overnight red-eye flight so I could get back to work.
I was tired and had a window seat and hoped that I could get some good rest on the flight home, laying my head against the window. I had a short layover in Atlanta and the most rest I would get was from California to Atlanta.
As I sat put my carry-on in the overhead and down in my seat I was so hoping that I would have the entire row to myself. Unfortunately, a few minutes later a younger guy (in his mid-twenties) sat in the aisle seat. As the plane kept filling I was praying that no one would sit in the middle seat. The door to the plane eventually closed, and I was elated to know the seat was open next to me.
We took off and everything went smoothly. From rushing so much and having a quick flight I was a bit tense. I think the young guy in the aisle seat sensed I was stressed and after we were at full altitude, he started talking to me. He wasn't every close to my time of man. A younger skater-type k** with long hair. I told him I was tired and had a short trip to California and he seemed genuinely interested. After some small talk about our travels, the interior lights of the plane had dimmed for the flight. He continued to speak with me and said that he would like to offer me some stress relief by rubbing my feet for me. It was an odd request I thought, but I have never turned down a foot massage, so I agreed to let him.
His hands rubbed my feet so well, I was tingling all over. It really did feel great and relieved some of my stress. I could tell that he was interested in more than my feet as he slowly worked his way to my lower legs, then my thighs. I couldn't help thinking that he had played this effective ploy on other women (the foot rub), but nevertheless I enjoyed it and it worked.
After about an hour in the air, I have to say I was getting a little wet. I asked the flight attendant for a blanket and she obliged. The blanket then covered us as the guy continued to rub my feet, I started to push my hips toward him. He sensed my enjoyment and rubbed my pussy on the outside of my jeans. It felt amazing. I had never enjoyed a total stranger like this before. Especially a man 15 years younger than me. It felt wrong and naughty (I had k**s his age), but I couldn't resist.
I unbuttoned my jeans and he was able to get his hands down to my pussy. He rubbed me and I was soaking wet. I reached my hand over and started stroking his cock. He was wearing loose shorts so it was easy to get my hand inside. As I stroked him he got bigger and bigger and seemed like it would never stop enlarging. I was amazing when he finally stopped growing and had to be 9-10 inches and was so thick. I had only once had a cock that big in my pussy and I was young, but knew I had to have this one.
We were both so horny we talked about going into the airplane bathroom, at separate times of course, and become members of the mile-high club. I went tin first and walked to the back of the plane as everyone else seemed to be sleeping. I got to the bathroom and closed the door. I put the seat down, dropped my jeans and panties, and awaited the young guy with the huge cock. It felt like forever before he tapped on the door and I let hm in. I unhooked the cuff from one leg of my jeans and sat on the seat and spread. He dropped his shorts and tried to enter me but the angle didn't seem to work. Then, after a few minute of trying, I started to get claustrophobic (I have a problem with tight spaces) and couldn't finish. I promised him we would complete what we started when we landed in Atlanta.
We continued to play with each other under the blanket in our seats and it seemed to last forever before we landed in Atlanta. We agreed that when we landed, we would use a "family" bathroom to our advantage.
My layover was 30 minutes so I was glad that we had landed on time. We both exited the plane and walked straight to the first family restroom we could find, as wetness dripped down my legs.
By the time we got inside I couldn't get my jeans and underwear off soon enough. I kicked off my shoes, and dropped my pants like the horniest slut you ever saw. I leaned back on the sink and brought one knee up to my chest as I watched him open a Magnum condom and place it on that huge cock. I had never seen a Magnum condom before and I was shocked. I begged him to hurry and he put the condom on like he had done it hundreds of times before.
He then brought the head of his cock up to my soaking lips and was gentle as he put his engorged head in my pussy. It immediately hit my g-spot and made me shout a bit. After he pushed in slowly so I could get used to his enormous size, he started stroking faster and faster. The angle was perfect now. Each stroke hit my g-spot perfectly and after three minutes of thrusting, we both came so good. It was one of the best orgasms I have ever had. I was exhausted, but my flight was boarding so I got dressed quickly, thanked my young companion, then headed to my gate. I never saw him again and to this day, I cannot remember his first name, but it is a lasting memory.
I walked to my connecting flight, with my pussy still throbbing, and was able to make it home without leading on to my husband that I had a cock twice his size in me, just that night. Needless to say, I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face.
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