MILE HIGH EROTICA • SEDUCTION
She Spread Her Legs for Me on the Plane
Her older husband was fast asleep.
“Is the bathroom through here?” I asked, pushing through the curtains.
“Sir, that is first class. The economy bathrooms are back here,” the air steward said.
The spacious area had four large seats. One was occupied by a greying man sleeping. Another was taken up by a striking woman in an elegant red dress. She looked up at me.
“Sir?” the air steward insisted, placing her hand on my shoulder.
“Let him stay, please,” the woman said.
Her accent wasn’t at all what I was expecting to hear.
“Are you sure ma’am? We don’t usually allow this.”
“I am sure, now let him in and leave, please,” the woman said.
I stepped inside and heard the curtain close behind me.
“Uh, thank you?” I said.
“Sit,” she said, motioning to the large seat facing her.
I stared at the man across the aisle from her.
“It’s just my husband. Sleeping again.”
I sat down.
“You don’t sound, uh,” I trailed off.
“Posh?” she said.
She parted her legs and pulled her red dress up to her thighs. My eyes darted to the darkness between her legs.
“Sorry, I’m not sure why I said that,” I said.
“I usually wear gray sweats, no makeup, and my hair in a messy bun. But sometimes I need to dress up for him,” she said, motioning to the man.
“I see,” I said.
She reached under her dress and pulled her panties to her knees.
“This way, I get what I want. And he gets to fuck me,” she blurted out.
I shifted in the seat. The sight of her smooth legs and tiny panties had me growing in my jeans.
“Are you hard?” she asked, kicking the panties off her heels onto my lap.
I looked down.
“Pick them up. Tell me what my cunt smells like,” she said.
My cock strained as I picked up the lacy underwear and brought it to my face.
“Heaven,” I said.
She sunk further down into her seat, opened her legs more and pulled her dress to her waist. Her smooth, glistening folds flowered open in front of me. She trailed a finger up her engorged slit, filling the room with a soft squelch.
“Show me how hard you are,” she said.
“What, now?” I asked.
She used her middle and index fingers to part her soft flesh, teasing her tight opening. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, allowing my rock-hard erection to bounce out.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a proper hard one,” she said, staring at my twitching shaft.
She circled her finger between her lips.
“Come taste my pussy,” she said.
I went down onto my knees, grabbed her legs, and slipped my tongue between her lips.
“Uh, fuck,” she whimpered, bucking her hips.
I tasted her juices as her pussy contracted with each lick. She used her hands and pulled her folds as wide as she could. I ran my tongue inside her opening, feeling her throbbing clit against my face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whined as her body started convulsing.
Her cunt throbbed as I sucked on her labia. She cried out, gripping my hair as she climaxed in my face.
“Wow,” I said, leaning back.
Her wet pussy was still wide open, ripples of her orgasm contracting it every few seconds.
“You can’t fuck me, but you can jerk off over me if you want,” she said.
I grabbed my veiny shaft and started pumping my hand back and forth.
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
She nodded her head.
The flapping of my hand hitting my groin filled the cabin.
“Cum for me,” she whispered, spreading her lips wider.
“Uh, fuck,” I grunted.
I watched as reams of cum shot from my cock, splattering onto her shaven mound. I gritted my teeth as I emptied my balls all over her pussy. She stared down as my semen ran down into her gaping channel.
“You did a number on me, Sean,” she said, staring at her cum-covered mound.
I looked up in shock.
“You know my name?” I asked, pushing my cock into my jeans.
“I know you’re on board with your wife,” she said.
“Shit.”
“Go back to your seat, Sean. And send your wife in here. I want her to come clean up your mess.”
Sharing my husband with my sister:
