First time sex stories: The Island – Chapter 2
When I looked up at the face of the woman now sitting next to me in the window seat, at first my brain did not compute. I knew this woman, but I was having a hard time comprehending how she could be on this plane at this time. Any doubt that this really was Carol Bell was dispelled the minute she screamed “Davey! It’s you! I can’t believe it after all these years!”
She grabbed me in a big hug, nearly spilling my drink, and pressed those massive mammaries against my chest so hard I thought they would explode. She was obviously quite tipsy, and I chalked up the slightly inappropriate smack on the lips to her being drunk.
“I know you must think I’m still a lush like I used to be,” she said, “but I don’t do much drinking any more. Just a glass of wine with dinner sometimes. I just hate to fly so badly I needed a little help from the airport lounge to get myself on board without freaking out. I almost missed the flight!”
She was still a beautiful, if somewhat older, blonde with the same knockout body but now with added bonus tits! I did the math in my head and figured she would be about 48. I guess cleaning up her act saved her from looking run down at her age. We made small talk until dinner was served, and she pounded down another 2 drinks in the meantime. It seemed she had moved up the ladder in the supermarket industry, and was now a regional manager for the chain. She was being sent to South Africa in order to take part in a merger deal with a large international food distributor. She would be on the first leg of the flight, and get off tomorrow in Johannesburg.
She told me Gary was in the military, stationed in Germany, and was doing well. She spent a few minutes proudly describing his exploits. By this time, the trays had been collected and the flight attendants were shutting off the lights to encourage passengers to get some sleep. Carol slurred her speech as she thanked me for distracting her with talk while we had lifted off. She leaned in and put an arm around my shoulders.
“You’ve always been a great kid, “ she confided seriously. “I have to confess that I loved to watch you look at me when I was that insecure young single mom all those years ago. It made me feel better that at least someone thought I was something special.”
“I thought you were fantastic!” I said with a smile. “You used to drive me crazy with lust.”
“I know. I’m sorry. You were just a kid. But here you are all grown up.” She eyed me with a predatory expression. “I think you are pretty fantastic yourself these days.”
I chuckled and nodded at her chest. “You are definitely the same MILF you used to be, and you look like you’ve grown a little yourself.”
She grabbed her boobs and hoisted them in her hands. “Believe it or not, I got these as a Christmas bonus from work. My manager a few years ago was a dirty old man who offered to pay for them as a perk for my having reorganized our office. He figured afterward that they were his property, but I soon changed his thinking on that! Within a month I had gotten him fired and had his job. I am very selective on who I let touch these babies.” She let her lips brush my ear as she whispered “I think I might like you to touch them now.” She slipped her hand inside my shirt and began rubbing my nipple.
Having your high school crush come on to you in an airplane does wonders for your libido. I had a blue steel hard-on by now, and I quickly draped a blanket over us as I looked around. The plane was dark as people were turning in for the long overnight flight. Our nearest neighbors seemed to be fast asleep. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse as I slipped my tongue into her whiskey-soaked mouth. She gasped and gently bit my tongue as my hand hefted her right tit.
I lightly pinched the nipple and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure. She frantically reached for my fly and quickly had me unbuttoned and unzipped. I gave a little moan of my own as her cool hand encircled my rigid 9-inch erection and began stroking it. After a few minutes of hand-play, she leaned over and with a devilish look in her eye slurped by throbbing meat into her mouth. This lady was good. She cupped my balls with her right hand and slid her pursed lips up and down my shaft a few times before deep throating me briefly.
She then raked her nails across my nutsack, and gently ran her teeth up my rigid member until she reached the tip, giving a little nip to my foreskin that almost made me yelp. I then felt her tongue thrust its way into my pee hole, before swirling its way down my cockhead. She used her hand to pull my foreskin over the glans, and then slipped her tongue into the groove between the skin and the head, running it around the sensitive underside of the helmet, and drawing a hiss of pleasure from my lips. With her fist pumping up and down the shaft, and her tongue and lips working over the tip of my boner, I soon felt my balls tightening.
“I’m gonna come” I whispered hoarsely, figuring it was only common courtesy not to surprise her with a gusher of semen in her mouth.
She stopped her ministrations briefly in order to say “Go ahead, big boy! I’ve been waiting to taste your load for almost 20 years.”
That threw me over the edge, and I had to bite my lip in order not to wake up the whole plane with my moans as she sucked every steaming drop of cum out of my cock. After I had finished pumping my load into her waiting mouth she gave the tip a little lick and tucked it back in my shorts. She sat up and landed a boozy, lingering kiss, treating me to a taste of my own sperm, then collapsed back into her seat with a Mona Lisa smile on her face.
“God damn woman, but you know how to greet an old friend!” I gasped.
She laughed and said, “It was my pleasure. I just wished I’d gotten to your prick when you were still in high school.”
You gave me plenty to remember, I thought, you just don’t know it. Recalling my aborted attempt to reach nirvana on her bed those many years ago, I was determined to take advantage of the opportunity now. I didn’t think even in a darkened airliner I could get away with climbing on top of her and fucking her brains out, but I figured I could return the favor she had just given me.
“I’ll show you pleasure, baby!” I rasped as I slid to my knees between her and the seat in front of her. Her eyes widened in anticipation as I pulled the blanket over my head and her lap. With any luck, a passerby might think I was just out of my seat in the restroom and not realize what was going on under the blanket.
I reached under her pleated skirt and caressed her inner thighs. They opened to my touch and I grasped the waistband of her panties and slid them off. I was hit with a wave of Eau de Fuck Me from her aroused pussy, and inhaled deeply. The pungent scent was just as I remembered! I planted kisses up her thigh until my nose and lips were pressed up against her bush.
I was pleased that she hadn’t shaved it off like so many women these days. I slowly ran my tongue up her thick lips, now dripping with her dew, and slurped her clit gently into my mouth, sucking it like a miniature cock. I should have been worried her moans would bring the stewardess to check on her, but I was lost in the wonderful world of pussy.
I nibbled my way down her labia, pulling gently with my teeth on the sensitive petals, until I reached her gaping fuck hole. Plunging my tongue deep into her, I was rewarded with a flood of her juices, so much better from the source than from off of my finger. I licked her out as deeply and roughly as I could, and then replaced my questing tongue with first one, then two fingers.
Feeling for the sensitive area on the front wall of her quivering vagina, I began massaging her G-spot while tonguing her lips and clit. In short order I had her thighs clamping on my head as I brought her to shuddering orgasm. I licked her outer labia clean of her cream and emerged from my love tent to plop back in my seat. Apparently we had gotten away undetected, since there were no shocked spectators hovering around.
“That was awesome!” she breathed, her eyes closed and breathing deeply. She had a smile on her face as she drifted off into a drunken sleep. I grinned as I mentally crossed “Eating out best friend’s mom” off of my bucket list. Now I just had to clean off my soaking wet face and hand, and do something about my returning hard-on. I figured I’d hit the restroom back in the coach section, and at the same time check on my students, making sure they hadn’t destroyed the rear half of the plane yet. What a trip this is turning out to be I thought as I stood up and re-buttoned my pants. And it was just beginning!
I pulled open the curtain to the business class section and peered in. One businessman had earbuds in and was busy on his computer. Everyone else was asleep. No one seemed to have noticed the activities Carol and I had gotten up to in first class. Walking through the section, I peeked through the curtain into coach. I was pleased to see my students had settled in and all seemed to be asleep.
A few scattered travelers were either night owls or on different time zones, and were either on tablets or computers, tapping away obliviously. Several of the field hockey players were near the front, and had obviously been playing cards, as a few were scattered next to their sleeping forms. One of their chaperones was reading a book, and nodded at me as I passed, heading for the rear. Most of the back half of the coach section was dark, and everyone seemed to be asleep. I passed Janie and Jared, snoozing away.
Near the back of the plane, a single reading light was on, but its owner, a young woman, appeared to be out cold, curled up in her seat. The curtain to the rear galley was drawn, and muted sounds from behind it told me that the flight attendants were stowing equipment for the night. I reached the rear lavatory and was about to head in for a quick pull on my resurgent boner before washing up and turning in for the night. I glanced over at the sleeping young woman under the light and with a start realized it was the pretty cheerleader I had seen at the gate. God she was gorgeous!
Parent Post: The Island
- The Island - Chapter 2
- The Island - Chapter 3
- The Island - Chapter 4
- The Island - Chapter 5
- The Island - Chapter 6
- The Island - Chapter 7
- The Island - Chapter 8
- The Island - Chapter 9
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