The overhead bins on the plane were already getting full, including the one over her row. Errgghhh…..so fuckin’ frustrating. She opened a bin across from her row and there was space for her suitcase. That’s when she noticed him.
He was sitting in the aisle across from her row. He looked up at her as she was re-organizing the overhead to make room to store her roller-board. Their eyes briefly met and she smiled, feeling a flutter in her stomach. He quickly stood up and grabbed her suitcase. She looked at his face and she could feel herself getting flustered. She stammered out a thank-you, but then kicked herself for not sounding sexy or flirty. He nonchalantly and with ease, picked it up, stowed it in the bin, and sat back down; all done with almost one fluid motion. Her heart sank. She thought that he felt that chemistry and spark also when they looked at each other, but he just sat back down and continued where he left off on his New York Times crossword puzzle. Disappointed but feeling lame for hoping he felt a zing of adrenalin too, she sat in her aisle seat across from him. She rationalized her ridiculous feeling of unexplained instant attraction and lust to the fact that she hadn’t had sex in about two to three months since her break-up with her long-time boyfriend. Oh, he was just being polite and helpful, she was silly to try to make more of the moment than it actually was.
The flight attendants went through the usual spiel of the safety features of the airplane and how to exit if an emergency were to happen….blah ...blah…blah. She completely tuned it out and could only think of the man across the aisle from her. The plane took-off, FINALLY, seemed like a lifetime had passed already, and they were airborne. She took out her laptop and fired it up…pulled down the tray table, placed her laptop there and started to work on her next presentation. Concentrating was impossible. All she could do was watch him intently while pretending to type. She noted everything he did, every nuance, every expression. It was driving her insane. What’s worse is that he seemed totally ignorant of her. Not all at interested.
After the flight attendants made the drink round and the cart was no longer blocking the aisle, she felt this was her best chance to use the restroom. She unclipped her seatbelt, lifted her tray table slightly so she could squeeze by, and made her way to the back of the airplane. Luckily only one other person was in line waiting for the bathroom so she stood there and watched the flight attendants do their thing in the rear galley and overheard their small talk chatter. The bathroom was available, she stepped in the small confined space and was about to shut the door when fingers curled around the door and stopped it from closing. Furrowing her brow in confusion she yelled out, “Its occupied!” The door continued to open and he stepped inside and shut the narrow door and slid the lock in place.
Not a word spoken he grabbed her and pulled her into his embrace. His back against the door to block anyone entry in case the lock didn’t do its job. He leaned down and with both hands holding her cheeks he bent down and kissed her. She eagerly wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him in so close it would take a crowbar to pull them apart. She kissed him with fervor; whimpering and small moaning sounds escaping her lips whenever they broke the connection of their tongues circling and dancing in their mouths. They kissed deeply, his tongue practically down her throat. It wasn’t enough, now that she had a taste of him, she wanted more. He withdrew and ran his tongue along the delicate line of her neck, while his hands moved down her body feeling every curve. Her one arm still wrapped around his neck but she had to feel what was behind his tailored pants. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her lower stomach near the pelvic bone, so she took her other hand and placed it in front of his pants rubbing up and down the outside and touching the outline of his rock hard length pushing against his zipper. Not enough, not nearly enough, she had to have her hands around him. She futzed around with his belt finally getting the buckle to release, unzipped his pants, yanked down his trousers and boxer briefs, and freed his fully erect cock. As they kissed, he pulled her blouse out of its tucked-in state in her skirt and with little patience for the buttons, broke for breath and lifted it over her head. He removed her lace bra so fast she could swear he undid it with just a snap of his fingers.
Not for a single moment did it cross her mind that she was standing there partially naked to a man she never met or that she didn’t know something as simple as his name, only sure thing she knew about him was his seat and row number. Her breasts were full and swollen; nipples hard. He bent slightly taking her tits in his hands squeezing them and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, pinching them giving her jolts of pain. Taking one nipple in his mouth, then the other, making sure equal attention was given to both, licking, sucking, and biting. Exquisite mixture of pain and hot intense heat made her frenzied. Her cunt, very wet, was soaking her matching lace thong, and his one hand made the slow travel down her navel below the waistline of her skirt. Reaching around her backside with the other hand, he unzipped her and the skirt fell to the floor. His middle finger pushed her thong to the side and thrust in her pussy, deep inside, then adding his forefinger, both pile-driving in and out of her wanting cunt while his thumb was circling and rubbing her clit. Her head was thrown back and she wanted him to fuck her, to feel him, his hard cock, inside her.