SERIAL FICTION

Taking The Risk Of Touching Their Bodies

Shadows Of Mayday #6: Brian and Sylvia #2: They can’t keep their hands off each other

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Sylvia steadied herself with one hand against the wall of the broom closet and the other around Brian’s penis. She licked around the head of his cock, teasing him with her tongue. Her eyes were on his face, watching as he tried to keep his grunting to a minimum.

In one smooth move, she took all of his cock into her mouth. The tip of his member pressed against the back of her throat. She held it there as long as she could keep down her gag reflex. Spit dribbled from her mouth onto her chin and the floor. When she needed to breathe, she returned to licking only the tip of the blood-filled flesh.

Sylvia took him deep into her mouth a second time, and when she pulled back again, Brian grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up towards him. She thought he wanted to kiss her, but Brian swung her around, pushed her forward, pulled her dress up and yanked her panties to the side.

He buried himself deep inside her, pulled out and slammed back into her, not worried about hurting her. Sylvia pushed herself up onto her tiptoes to give him easier access.

Brian fucked her hard. He took possession of her body as he had done so many times in the past. He still caused butterflies to flutter around in her tummy and this time was no different. She tingled all over. Excitement filled her body from the crown of her hair to the tips of her toes.

Brian slammed into her one last time, and with a low grunt from deep in his throat, he climaxed inside her. Sylvia had no orgasm, but she didn’t mind. Feeling Brian inside her, experiencing his intense lust, was enough for her.

She turned around to face him. He pulled her closer. Their tongues touched as they gently kissed. Brian’s hand moved down to Sylvia’s crotch and at that moment, they heard voices on the other side of the door.

Both of them froze.

They stood still for several seconds, not knowing whether they heard other passengers or the cleaning staff, who would then discover them at any moment.

Quickly, they straightened their clothes. They waited several minutes longer until everything seemed silent on the other side of the door. Brian pushed the door open a crack. He glanced back at Sylvia and put his finger on his lips, hushing her.

Through the crack in the door, he watched the woman standing at the mirror. She checked her make-up and hair and once it finally satisfied her, she grabbed her bag and walked towards Brian. He thought she looked right at him, but she disappeared from sight. Nothing happened.

Brian reached back for Sylvia’s hand, pushed open the broom closet door, and pulled his girlfriend with him. Just as they rounded the corner to leave the ladies’ room, two women entered from the hallway. They dashed past them. Sylvia burst out in laughter when they reached the hallway and together they walked back towards the gate.

“That was only the start of a wonderful holiday,” Brian said as he stopped to pull her closer.

They kissed and didn’t care about standing in the way of other people that wanted to get to their gates.

“I want you to join the club with me,” Brian whispered in Sylvia’s ear.

“What club?” she asked him with confusion written all over her face.

“Ever heard of the mile-high club?”

“Oh yes,” Sylvia giggled, “and I would love to join.”

With their hands locked together and smiles on their faces, they continued to the gate, where they joined the other waiting passengers.

Brian and Sylvia found their seats at the back of the plane. Brian was in seat 67H, Sylvia in 67K. Their smiles broadened when they discovered this part of the row had only two seats. The couple immediately saw the increasing possibility of joining the mile-high club.

They were three hours into the flight when the opportunity arose to reach their goal. Up to then, they had kept busy with reading, kissing, listening to music, more kissing and having something to drink and snack.

They studied the movements of the flight attendants and realized when the attendants served anything, they worked in sections from the front to the back. During that time, no personnel were in the back of the aircraft.

As the flight attendants started serving another round of drinks, Brian and Sylvia reclined their seats. They took the thin airline blankets, covered themselves and pretended to lie down together to sleep. They had moved the armrest between their seats into an upright position.

Brian had his back turned to the aisle, lying on his right side, with his left arm draped over Sylvia’s hips. Sylvia was also on her right side and Brian spooned with her.

To the innocent onlooker, it was as if they were asleep. Brian’s arm concealed the movement under the blanket. His right arm was between them, guiding his cock between Sylvia’s pussy lips. Sylvia had her dress pulled up and her panties to the side. Her pussy was still slick with the semen Brian had pumped into her when he fucked her in the broom closet, combined with her excitement at the prospect of a secret fuck.

Brian slipped into her with ease. He moved as little as possible, not wanting to draw any attention to them.

“You’ll have to do the work, my love. Careful, not too much moving,” he whispered in her ear.

Sylvia knew what he meant. She moved her hips a fraction, and Brian slipped deeper into her. Then, with minimal movement, but a lot of clenching and releasing of her pussy muscles, she massaged his hardness.

Brian buried his face in her long brown hair and clenched his lips, knowing any sound would alert people to their actions.

With the ever-present sexual tension between them, it didn’t take Sylvia long to draw Brian’s orgasm from him. This time she also wanted an orgasm; needed an orgasm.

Brian sensed it.

They turned around and Sylvia snuggled up to his back. His right hand was still under the blanket, but behind him and between Sylvia’s legs. He concentrated on rubbing her clitoris, pressing down hard to bring her to a quick climax.

The cart with drinks was halfway down the aisle towards them. Time was running out. Sylvia lifted her right leg to make more room and tensed her buttock muscles, pushing her cunt against Brian’s hand.

A tiny squeak escaped her mouth as she climaxed. A woman on the other side of the aisle glanced at them, but she returned to her book, satisfied that the couple seemed to be asleep.

Soon after their coupling, they both drifted off to sleep and only woke when the flight attendants served lunch two hours later.

By then, the sexual tension between them started building again.

Continued: Shadows Of Mayday #7

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This story is a work of fiction, and the author’s tribute to all victims of air crashes. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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