“I think we need to be quick, before someone comes” said Sena.
“The first person to come is going to be me. Fuck them they can just wait.”
This time I just held still and clenched down hard to let the building tension ease away. But it was not going away, so I pulled out of her and sank down onto my knees. On the way down I pulled and rolled each of her nipples between my lips, then ran my tongue over her stomach and through her bush. I took both her arse cheeks in my hands and pulled her onto me. I savoured the aroma and buried my tongue as deep as I could; I was rewarded with a flow of sweet nectar. Sena made little circular motions, rubbing her clit onto my front teeth and upper lip.
I was still really close to Cumming, but just managed to ward it off. However, I was enjoying the pleasure I was obviously giving Sena, and so I stayed on my knees and worked my tongue around the folds of her pussy, making sure my upper lip was constantly in contact with her now very erect clit.
Sena had sat back onto the basin, she dropped her hands to my head and was guiding me into the places that needed attention. She was pushing onto me with little gyrations of her hips. I could see she was going to cum again, so I slipped a finger into her arse and wrapped my lips around her engorged clit and sucked hard. Sena let out a load moan, clamped her legs together around my head and her body spasmed and jerked as she reached another mind blowing orgasm.
I started to panic, I couldn’t move it was so cramped and I seriously started to worry about the lack of air. Just as I was thinking about how to get her off me, she reached down and pulled me to my feet. She opened her legs, lifted one onto the toilet seat again and pulled me against her. I wasn’t going to fuck about any more, I just grabbed my prick and pushed it between her legs, rubbed it around in her juices and then slid straight back into her. Sena arched her back and pushed down to meet my thrusts and we quickly fell into a rhythm together. The funny thing was that I didn’t even feel the urge to cum now. I pumped away until I felt her getting quite urgent again. She had her head nuzzled into my neck and I watched her in the mirror, as she started to shudder and buck against me again. Finally as she was settling down, I felt my own orgasm building. So I upped the tempo and pumped away until I shot about 5 days of cum into her. She just clung to me, as I slowly stroked away as my erection faded. We kissed for a minute, then I helped her get her bra and dress back on.
Pulling my trousers up, I told her I would leave first and let her dress and tidy herself up. I cracked the door very carefully, noted there was no one waiting and slipped out the door. Both hostesses were back preparing the drinks and food trolleys. One of them gave me a very knowing look, but I ignored her and took the couple of steps back to my seat. As I gripped the seat back to slide into our row, the woman in front of us looked up at me, smiled and gave me a wink. I turned red with embarrassment, she obviously was very aware of all that had happened. I’m not one to get embarrassed very easily; I think it was more for Sena than myself really.
Sena came back to her seat a few minutes later; I gave her arse a nice squeeze as she slid past me into her seat.
“I need my panties back; I have none to put on before I get to Argentina.”
“No, I am keeping them to remember you by.”
“But I am going to leak all over my dress.”
“I’ll get you some towels.” I realised I needed to pee really badly. And so hopped up and headed back to the toilet.
Again the hostess gave me a strange look as I opened the toilet door. I hope she didn’t think I was going back in there to masturbate! The toilet smelled of sex, mixed with the deodoriser smells they use. After peeing and slipped about 4 of the cotton hand towels into my pocket, I let myself out of the toilet. There were a couple of people waiting to use it now. Again I felt a deep embarrassing red creep over me, as it came to me that the woman waiting to go in there was going to think I had masturbated in there, the smell of sex was so obvious to me.
Back at the seat, I handed Sena the hand towels and watched as she slid a couple of them between her legs and around under her. I found this very sexy, and felt I could probably have another session and get off again. But it was not possible there were now a steady stream of people coming back to use the toilets. Life can be very tough sometimes!!!!
We talked for the next hour and had a light snack that the hostesses brought around. Sena blushed as he told me that I had taken her mind of her fear of flying. But it hadn’t removed her fear totally; she was still a bit nervous. She said she couldn’t believe what we had done; she had been brought up with chaperones until she was 20 and reconed she had only ever slept with her husband before.
I couldn’t get my mind of the fact that I was sitting next to a very attractive lady, who had nothing on under her dress. And so jokingly placed my hand above her knee again and said I had better remove some more of her fear.
Sena Gasped and said, “No, look at all the people around now.”
She was right, but I left my hand on her knee and whenever the coast was clear, would move my hand up to the top of her thighs and brush my fingers against her mound. She would half-heartedly try to hold my hand away, but really didn’t put up much of a fight. About half an hour out from landing in London, The Captain came over the intercom again and gave us our estimated time for arriving outside the terminal and informed the hostesses to start preparing the cabin for landing. Sena grabbed my hand again, and when I glanced into her eyes, I saw that the fear was back again.
So I reached over and lifted the blanket back onto her knees, then slipped a couple of fingers between the buttons again and let them brush against the lips where I guessed her clit to be. Again she was gripping my hand so hard, it was close to being painful, but she didn’t try to stop those fingers moving around. So I pressed a little harder, so that her lips parted and the fingers slipped in between the lips and into the warm, drenched slit that contained her little nub of pleasure.
Sena gave a little mew of pleasure; she opened her legs slightly and pulled my fingers hard against herself. I wanted to start frigging her off, but noticed the hostess coming towards us down the aisle, checking seat-belts. I had to remove my hand and shift the blanket down, so that the fastened seat-belt was visible, and then got Sena to release my hand, so I could fasten my own. As soon as the hostess had passed and it looked like they were getting strapped in themselves. Sena grabbed my hand back again and thrust in down between her legs.
I half turned towards her and used my right hand to open a couple of buttons, then slipped two fingers back into her velvety smoothness, the lips parted around my fingers and I settled one on each side of her clit. Moving the fingers in little short strokes got some rapturous squeaks and moans from Sena. I guess she knew the drill with the hostesses now and was showing no signs of worry about their catching us.
Sena was very wet, I pushed further down and felt around her opening, she slid down on the seat, opened her legs and tried to pull my fingers into herself. The angle was all wrong for me with that hand, so I fought against her and slid my fingers back up to her nub of pleasure. Now with my right hand, I probed around her entrance then inserted two fingers, bending them up at the ends and rubbing the tips against her “G” Spot.
This certainly had the effect I was hoping for. Sena gyrated her hips around my hand and her juices flowed freely. I upped the tempo and was rewarded with Sena having another explosive orgasm. I left my hands where they were and let her slowly come down. A few minutes later the plane touched down at Heathrow. She cleaned herself with the handtowels and buttoned up; all her inhibitions around me had disappeared. She did ask me again for her knickers, but I was adamant they were now mine.
As the plane was taxiing to the terminal, I glanced over at the big guy in the opposite row. He was staring over at us, and I have no idea when he had woken up, but I was pretty certain by the look on his face, he had seen some of what had happened before we landed. He looked away a bit embarrassed, but had a faint smile on his face.
I didn’t mention anything to Sena, I’m certain she would have been mortified. We dis-embarked together, and walked as far as the transit lounge entry. I gave her a kiss goodbye, and parted with reluctance.
So I had finally managed to join the mile high club, albeit around 20 or 30 years later that I ever expected too.
Leave a Reply