Mile high ride
 

I was staring out the window of the airplane, needing this vacation badly. It was supposed to be with my gf until I caught her fucking her stud neighbor. I had stopped by her apartment to tell her of this trip I had booked and paid for to Vegas. I threw my key on her table and left...I havent heard from her since. That was 3 weeks ago. I decided to keep all the vacation as planned, except I cancelled her plane ticket. I was going to use that money for drinks and roulette. Her seat would have been next to me and was still empty as the plane filled with passengers. I was brought back to reality when I heard something and saw a black-haired woman struggling to put her carry on in the overhead compartment. Because she was stretching, her blouse was pulled up, revealing her tan, taught stomach. It also revealed more leg from under her black miniskirt. It showed a trail of what looked like paw prints making a trail around her leg and up under her skirt. I had to stop staring as she finished with her bag and I stared back out the window. After a second she said "Hi! You going to Vegas too?" She had "UMM" eyes and beauty. "UMM!" beauty is when the lady has eyes and smiles that short circuit a man's brain and all coherent thought flies out of his head and he is left with only "UMM" coming out of his mouth. Her bright smile, soft voice and amazing eyes caught me by surprise. All I came up with was "Yeah." "I'm meeting a few friends there for the week and we are going to PARTY!" she said, "How about you?" I gave a short story of what had happened. I mentioned that the seat between us might be empty because of it, thats why I had put the armrests up before she got there. She gave me a sympathetic look and we chatted about what we might do in Vegas. The flight attendant came by and we both got pillows and blankets, thinking we would get a nap to rest up before we got to "Sin City." The plane took off smoothly, the engines were loud here in the back of the plane. I had picked these seats because of the white noise, the slight jiggling of the plane and being close to the bathroom, in case I might need it. It was a short distance and you don't have to pass too many passengers on the way. The seat between us had remained empty and we used it to our advantage. I set up my pillow against the window and slid over a little into the center seat so I could lean better. This sexy woman tried to lean back against the seat, pillow behind her head. After a minute, she tapped me and asked "Mind if I lay down across the seat so I can stretch out?" "Go ahead, I'm good like this." I replied. When she lay down though, she needed a little more room and laid her pillow along my thigh. "This okay?" she asked and I answered "No problem." She ended up with her head on the pillow, the pillow in my lap, and she had sandwiched her hands between the pillow and the blanket covering my lap. This was very distracting to me since the planes vibrations were bouncing her hands on my thighs. My cock was noticing this feeling and started to fill my pants, almost like it was reaching for her finger tips. I looked down and saw the beauty of her left breast showing above the neckline of her blouse. I pulled the blanket up to cover this shoulder and she smiled a "Thank you" up at me. This look, the one a man dreams of, of a sexy woman looking up from his lap, only made me grow more. This is when my cock reached her finger tips. Her fingers seemed to wiggle for a second, trying to figure out what was brushing against them. These fingers moved a bit until they found what they were searching for. The head of my cock reached for the fingers through the fabric of my jeans. She traced around the edge, finger nails causing a "buzzing" vibration as they traces across the jean fabrics ridges. The vibrations on the sensitive places of my cock were amazing. She kept this up and I tried to lay still so no one would notice what was happening. I caressed her smooth warm ass from underneath the blanket, trying to return some of the caressing she were doing to me. I opened my eyes and found it was just her right hand on me. The blanket between her legs was moving from her left hand caressing her pleasure center. After a few minutes of this, she raised your lips to my ear, "I WANT YOU NOW! Give me a minute, than follow my signal," she whispered. This raven-haired beauty got up, adjusting her miniskirt a little and disappeared into the bathroom. I was having wild ideas in my head as the seconds seemed like hours. The door to the bathroom opened a little, and her index finger alone stuck through the gap. It gave me the "Come here" wiggle. It was hard to stand up since my cock was so hard and jammed inside my jeans. I moved slowly to the bathroom and she just about yanked me inside. Her lips were warm, soft and moist as we kissed. My hands held her head and we kept kissing as her hands fumbled with my belt,... the button ... and the zipper of my pants. My cock sprang out of my underwear as he was set him free and she caressed(pulled) him with her soft hands. Her hands their experience and my cock's head yields a drop to her fingers. Sitting on the toilet, she was able to suck the drop from the tip. I hold onto the walls, wobbly from her talented lips and the movement of the plane. I notice her panties on the edge of the sink, very wet and the scent of hot nectar was in the room. The room was tight and I was trying to figure out how I was going to get to feel her hot pussy wrapped around my cock. She had that figured out already. She stood up and we kissed some more as we rotated in the room. I sat down on the toilet, my pants and briefs at my ankle, cock as hard as ever from her talented actions. I one motion, this nimble woman turned around and sat down.. guiding me inside as she lowered herself, SLOOOOWLLY. Incredible. I was being squeezed by the wettest, tightest, AUUUUH pussy I have ever felt. I'm glad yshe moved slowly, I felt every fold, every soft, warm, wet piece of her flower. I heard "OH MY GOOOOD!" from her. I think I sounded more like an ape groan, so much pleasure inside you. So tight and so wet. She was moving up and down and her ass finally gets to touch my thighs as I reach inside as far as I can. Her bouncing speeds up to pounding and the "slap, slap, slab" of her ass against my thighs fills the bathroom with sound, almost drowning out the sound of the planes engines. Once in a while, I slip out of the heaven that is engulfing me. It gives me the short break to keep me hard and to be able to last. This pussy is grabbing me, milking me, surrounding me with such heat. She leans back and I bite the sweet smelling and sweaty neck trying to keep from screaming from the pleasure. My hands work to the perfect globes of her breasts, nipples so firm. I caress her pussy too, finding her clit and swirling my fingers around it in hopes I give her as much pleasure as she's giving me. The pleasure has gotten so intense, I have to release everything inside me. I try to hold her up so I don't shoot inside this hot, passionate flower, but my hands get pushed away and she keeps bouncing. She is exploding too, the waves of contractions are squeezing me as with each bounce. I dont know what noise I made, but the sound of her passionate release was music to my ears. We released together, both of us pulsing, spasming in pleasure together. I buried my mouth into her shoulder as I came, a loud groan being muffled by her soft, sweaty skin there. She sat down and we were so tight together, nothing from the cocktail we made came out. We sat there while we recovered, breathing hard, skin blushing and feeling so hot. I thought I heard the "pop!" like a wine bottle cork sound when she raised herself up and I came out. OOHH! The tightness of her pussy was still sending me pleasure. All our juices flowed out of her and into the only gap to the toilet. I wanted to lick her clean but just then the captains voice brought us back to reality. "Please prepare for landing!" Very appropriate words since she had me flying high.
We waited for a long time to leave the plane. It gave us a chance to cool off and straighten our clothes. The seat under her had a wet spot and I was picturing her now sitting without panties under the miniskirt, maybe some of the moisture trickling down her thigh. As we walked to the front, the flight attendants were all smiles and shook our hands as we passed them. I thought this odd. The pilots were sticking their heads around the corner of the walls, smiling. The last flight attendant said "We were at about 26,000 feet, in case you wanted to know. Welcome to the "Club." We hope you come again." She winked at both of us and I felt my face get red. My angel still blushing beautifully so I couldnt tell if her blushing was from what was said or from our incredible session.