As a salesman for a large corporation, I travel constantly. For me, flying is no more exciting than taking a bus-with the exception of one recent, unusual flight.
I was late for the red-eye from Philly to San Francisco, and was dismayed to see a long line of people waiting to go through the metal detector. I stamped my feet and sighed dramatically along with the others until I saw the cause of the logjam: A vision of Far Eastern loveliness in a skirt shorter than Heather Locklear's on 'Melrose Place' had emptied her bag and all her pockets, and still kept setting off the detector. The poor thing was turning a lovely pink from embarrassment and frustration. My heart and rapidly expanding cock went out to the girl.
Finally, she slapped her forehead, as if the answer had just dawned on her. As everyone stared in astonishment, she stuck a hand under her skirt and squatted as if she were about to take a dump right there on the floor. Elegantly plopping two little steel balls on the conveyor belt, she swished through the detector and out of my life.
She's probably going to L.A., I thought as I forlornly boarded my plane. I couldn't get the picture of her flushed face and pushpin nipples, erect with excitement, out of my head. Luckily, my tray hid the bulge in my pants when the stewardess served me my drink. As soon as she was gone, I headed for the bathroom to quickly whack off, covering my crotch with an issue of 'Elle' which would serve me once I was in the restroom as well.
The slot on the first door read 'Unoccupied'. I pushed it open and there stood the 'Ben-wa ball girl', completely naked, bent over to examine her shaved pussy for ingrown hairs. Before I could stammer out an apology, she yanked me into the tiny room, shut the door and slid the Occupied sign in place.
"Thank God!" she declared. "I've been waiting 20 minutes for someone to use this toilet."
She clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to speak.
"We have to be very quiet," she whispered, unzipping my fly with her free hand. She sat on the bowl, pulling my pants down with her. Out sprang my stiff cock, which she immediately devoured whole. Snorting furiously, she slammed her head down on my rod again and again, as if she were trying to bust a hole right through the roof of her mouth. Her hands flew everywhere, massaging my hips and thighs and kneading my swollen ball sac and strained butt cheeks.
So this is the Mile High Club, I thought. Why didn't I join sooner? I gritted my teeth to keep from groaning with pleasure as the girl sucked relentlessly on my prick.
The plane hit an air pocket, and I fell forward, moaning loudly when my prick hit the back of her throat. As the girl sat choking, tears welling up in her eyes, the steward knocked on the door and asked if I was all right.
"Tell him you're airsick," coughed the girl, seeing my panic-stricken expression.
I moaned emphatically. "I, uh, have diarrhea."
"Sorry about that, sir."
"Diarrhea!" snickered the girl after he left. "I'd better plug it up." She hooked a saliva-slicked finger in my asshole and speared her head on my tool once again.
That did it. My balls gave a portentous rumble. But no way was I going to come without sampling that bare pussy. I snatched my cock from the girl's ravenous jaws before it could blast off.
Unfazed, the girl skillfully hopped onto the sink and, wrapping her limber legs around my neck, pulled my mouth down to her twat. I rubbed my cheek along her clean-shaven pussy mound, marveling at its baby softness, but she drew me in closer, mashing her slit against my mouth. Slipping my tongue in, I fucked her yawning hole until her juices plastered my face.
I was lost in the heady perfume of her velvet cunt when I heard a loud banging on the door.
"Hey, what did you do, fall in?" An impatient passenger was spoiling the party.
Thinking quickly, I made diarrhea farting noises with my mouth. The knocking stopped.
"Fuck me now, before we're interrupted again," demanded the girl, releasing me from her legs and pushing me back onto the toilet. She gracefully alighted from her perch and eased her lithe body onto my throbbing prick, facing me. Her narrow little cunt fit my dick like a glove. As she slid up and down, she drew in her muff muscles, squeezing my rod even tighter, until I thought the head would burst open, flooding her insides with bubbling crude.
Gradually the girl picked up speed, frantically hopping up and down and humping her clit against the base of my cock. Finally, she rose on my pole, keeping only the head in, planted her feet firmly on the floor and dropped her body down with a bang, until my dick felt like it was clogging her windpipe. Her head snapped back, and she writhed on my pulsing prick like a stuck pig, humming steadily through her tightly closed lips.
This baby-doll deserved a treat-one I reserve for only my most special girlfriends, because it requires a lot of strength. I was near the end, but I pride myself on my endurance. Digging my fingers into her smooth ass cheeks, I stood up quickly, carrying the girl with me.
"Hey, what are you doing?" she exclaimed, squirming on my cock. "You've got to be careful-"
Her head bashed into the low ceiling, and she was knocked out. The weight of her unconscious body falling knocked me into the door, forcing it open, and we toppled into the aisle, where a frightened stewardess dropped a Salisbury steak dinner on my head.
I'm writing this from my cell, holding one ice pack on my skull and another on my sore dick, but I don't regret a single second. In fact, now I have a better use for all those frequent flyer miles.