This is my first posting … I have more to share in the future if you like this, but must post anonymously, since I am a senior programmer at a Fortune extra-curricular activities would cause the end of my career. It was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in Chennai for the long journey home to US. This was the end of a month-long vacation in Home country, and I, for one, was overjoyed to be heading back to some normalcy. For an entire month my wife Geet (I call her “the queen”) had avoided sex in our Home, or anywhere else for that matter, since she had to spend time with their parents. The irony of her way of thinking will be evident shortly. Actually, she is not very interested in sex anytime, since she was taught by her mother that sex was dirty.
Because I travel regularly, I have opportunity for other sexual outlets during
the year, but four plus weeks within close quarters with a demanding uptight
woman does not give you much opportunity to develop alternatives. I had
some first class upgrade coupons, but at check-in time was told there was only
one seat available. Geet immediately volunteered because of her potential for
a bad back, and was seated in First class. I was given a seat separately in a 2 seat segment. An attractive woman dressed in a loose Tee and very tight blue jeans took the seat next to me. She introduced herself as Priya. She was about five foot eight, long hair, a nice ass - firm and high, breasts with an impact even through her shapeless Tee, and obviously in good physical condition. Priya was headed for New York Syracuse) from her Brothers Marriage back in India. she and her husband had been working together in private firms for eight years. Her husband didn’t have Time to spend with her, that’s why he didn’t even was always busy in making Money not love.
This I discovered during dinner conversation and over a few shared glasses
of wine. Looking into my eyes, she confided she was; now free and ready for
some excitement. The movie started, the flight attendants went around the
cabin to lower all the shades, and Priya said, I’d rather talk, if it’s OK with
you; this movie is terrible. I had also seen the movie and agreed. We spent
the next two hours getting to know each other better. Priya at one point said,
You have terrific eyes, I get really turned on by eyes. We talked about the
kids, and when she asked if I was married and learned about Geet in the front
cabin, she thought it displayed selfish behavior and then never mentioned my
marital status again. By now, the passengers had fallen asleep, and just before the end of the movie, Priya excused herself for a few minutes, reached into the overhead bin for her carry-on (stretched long enough to get my mind focused on her hips and legs in those wonderful tight jeans,) and headed to the lavatory in the back. When she returned, she was wearing loose-fitting sweat pants, and when she asked if I minded if she lifted the arm dividing the seats, I replied Of course not!. By now I had an idea of what she had in mind, because she had confided during the movie that one of her greatest turn-ons was the risk of discovery while having sex. My husband was not a great lover, but in the close confines of the boat it was always exciting to fuck without anyone nearby knowing about it; I had more orgasms from fucking near other people than from the sex act itself. As she shared this with me, she was already visibly breathing more quickly.
Priya and I arranged the blankets over both of us, now no longer separated,
and curled up like spoons in the otherwise crowded seats. I started to give
her a back rub, slowly working over her muscles by now cramped from the first five hours of the flight. She purred quietly, and after a while squirmed her shapely ass on the seat, pushing it back into my growing erection. With both hands I reached around under her loose sweater, and fondled her globes, her nipples growing firmer under my gentle stroking. Priya reached back and with one hand
released my belt, then unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants. I whispered in her ear, How do you do that? I can’t even do that with one hand, and they’re my pants. She laughed, and said, Years of practice; don’t worry, it gets better. My hard-on sprang out of my tight BVD briefs as she pulled the waistband forward, and she whispered, I’m glad you’re not wearing boxer shorts, I can’t stand them. Priya began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing to help rotate her fingers gently around the head, stroking it with ever firmer pressure. I withdrew my hands from under her sweater to push my pants down further, allowing me to slip the briefs down below my swollen balls, which she now explored with her questing hand.
Lubricating her fingers even more with her saliva, she alternately rubbed my
balls and massaged the head of my dick. My hands were now free, and I
hungrily reached forward forher erect nipples, shortly afterward sliding my
right hand down her belly and slipping it under the waistband of her sweat pants. She was wearing no panties underneath, and theinside of the cotton sweats was already wet with her juices. As I stroked her mound, her into her warm wet cunt. Rubbing the juices on my fingers, I began to circle her clitoris and then used my fingers to stroke in and out of her pussy while my thumb pushed against her swollen clit. She was breathing harder now, and could not stop moving her ass around on the seat, first bucking her soaking cunt against my right hand, then pushing her ass back against my cock through the sweatpants. Just then, the stewardess came down the aisle, paused noticeably as she came up to our row, glared at me (me? why me? there are two of us here, you know!), almost said something, then apparently decided that since we were bothering nobody else, she would keep moving. Thank God! While we were both close to fully clothed at that time, there was little chance she could do anything legally disastrous, but who needs the embarrassment, or the hassle from the kids for that matter. As the stewardess left, Priya whispered. She knows exactly what we are doing, and she’s jealous! Now I want to have your prick inside me.
I’ll keep quiet, but I need you to fuck me now. With this, she lifted her ass off the seat and slid her sweats down below her knees, then separated her legs slightly and moved back so I could slide into her dripping pussy from behind.
I moved slowly in and out as she purred and pushed back onto my cock quietly
so we would not wake our neighbors. At the same time, I reached back around
to stroke her clitoris easily but steadily. The appearance of the stewardess
had startled me, and most of the urgency for release that had built up from
her stroking my hard-on had subsided, so it was a nice, long, easy fuck,
punctuated by her spasming in orgasm three times before my cock pressure built
up to the point of no return. I came with the most excruciating pleasure I had felt in my life (actually for the last month, but you know how easy it is to lose perspective at the moment.) into her already dripping cunt. I sighed, and whispered’ Pri(I shortened her name), it must have been heaven that sent you to this seat. You don’t know how much I needed that. She then turned around in the seat to sit normally, and kissed me for the first time. I needed it just as much as you did; you’re a terrific fuck, but on top of that it’s the Thanks for being here, I dreamed that I’d be fucked silly on this trip. As we kissed, I told her about my favorite turn-on. What I like best is eating pussy, but there is no room here for that. Would you like to go to the back of the plane with me? What do you mean? In the lavatory? she asked. Yes. If we are reasonably cautious we can get in there without causing an uproar, I replied. I’ve never done that before, Pri explained. There’s a first time for everything, I said, and moved topull up my pants and buckle my belt. She thought about it for a minute, and then said, why not, let’s try it! She drew up the sweatpants and tied the drawstring (I hadn’t noticed there was one before - must not have been tied.) Then she got up and headed for the back of the plane, with me following directly behind. She entered the first lavatory, which was vacant (good thing the flight was long, and everybody was still asleep.) I slipped right in behind her before the flight attendants noticed we were even there. As I closed the door, she turned and we started to kiss passionately. She broke for a quick query, how do you do anything in this little space? As I untied the drawstring on her sweatpants, I said, Just lift up and sit on the sink, and let me taste your cunt. Pri lifted, spread her legs, and I could see her cunt lips were still swollen from her last orgasm. I gently tongued her outer lips, occasionally swiveling my head to nip the insides of her thighs, but always returning to circle her clit, and as it swelled up, suck on it gently. There was no end to the wetness; her own lubrication, supplemented by the dripped down both sides of my chin onto the stainless steel sink surface and trailed down her thighs.
After tonguing her into a few more orgasms, I realized how hard I was getting
again, and finally stood up, sliding her ass slightly off the surface, and drove my cock into her again while we exchanged extremely wet but tasty kisses,
flavored by both of our juices. Such a short time after the last fuck, and she
was sooo wet; this time it lasted at least twenty minutes, both of us sighing and savoring the overwhelming sensations coursing through our bodies. Finally, after a slow buildup that I never wanted to end, I came again, not as much this time, but she sensed it and started bucking hard just at the same moment. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. The light came on to return to the cabin, and after a few minutes we were able to adjust ourselves to some degree of presentability to return to our seats.
Because I travel regularly, I have opportunity for other sexual outlets during
the year, but four plus weeks within close quarters with a demanding uptight
woman does not give you much opportunity to develop alternatives. I had
some first class upgrade coupons, but at check-in time was told there was only
one seat available. Geet immediately volunteered because of her potential for
a bad back, and was seated in First class. I was given a seat separately in a 2 seat segment. An attractive woman dressed in a loose Tee and very tight blue jeans took the seat next to me. She introduced herself as Priya. She was about five foot eight, long hair, a nice ass - firm and high, breasts with an impact even through her shapeless Tee, and obviously in good physical condition. Priya was headed for New York Syracuse) from her Brothers Marriage back in India. she and her husband had been working together in private firms for eight years. Her husband didn’t have Time to spend with her, that’s why he didn’t even was always busy in making Money not love.
This I discovered during dinner conversation and over a few shared glasses
of wine. Looking into my eyes, she confided she was; now free and ready for
some excitement. The movie started, the flight attendants went around the
cabin to lower all the shades, and Priya said, I’d rather talk, if it’s OK with
you; this movie is terrible. I had also seen the movie and agreed. We spent
the next two hours getting to know each other better. Priya at one point said,
You have terrific eyes, I get really turned on by eyes. We talked about the
kids, and when she asked if I was married and learned about Geet in the front
cabin, she thought it displayed selfish behavior and then never mentioned my
marital status again. By now, the passengers had fallen asleep, and just before the end of the movie, Priya excused herself for a few minutes, reached into the overhead bin for her carry-on (stretched long enough to get my mind focused on her hips and legs in those wonderful tight jeans,) and headed to the lavatory in the back. When she returned, she was wearing loose-fitting sweat pants, and when she asked if I minded if she lifted the arm dividing the seats, I replied Of course not!. By now I had an idea of what she had in mind, because she had confided during the movie that one of her greatest turn-ons was the risk of discovery while having sex. My husband was not a great lover, but in the close confines of the boat it was always exciting to fuck without anyone nearby knowing about it; I had more orgasms from fucking near other people than from the sex act itself. As she shared this with me, she was already visibly breathing more quickly.
Priya and I arranged the blankets over both of us, now no longer separated,
and curled up like spoons in the otherwise crowded seats. I started to give
her a back rub, slowly working over her muscles by now cramped from the first five hours of the flight. She purred quietly, and after a while squirmed her shapely ass on the seat, pushing it back into my growing erection. With both hands I reached around under her loose sweater, and fondled her globes, her nipples growing firmer under my gentle stroking. Priya reached back and with one hand
released my belt, then unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants. I whispered in her ear, How do you do that? I can’t even do that with one hand, and they’re my pants. She laughed, and said, Years of practice; don’t worry, it gets better. My hard-on sprang out of my tight BVD briefs as she pulled the waistband forward, and she whispered, I’m glad you’re not wearing boxer shorts, I can’t stand them. Priya began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing to help rotate her fingers gently around the head, stroking it with ever firmer pressure. I withdrew my hands from under her sweater to push my pants down further, allowing me to slip the briefs down below my swollen balls, which she now explored with her questing hand.
Lubricating her fingers even more with her saliva, she alternately rubbed my
balls and massaged the head of my dick. My hands were now free, and I
hungrily reached forward forher erect nipples, shortly afterward sliding my
right hand down her belly and slipping it under the waistband of her sweat pants. She was wearing no panties underneath, and theinside of the cotton sweats was already wet with her juices. As I stroked her mound, her into her warm wet cunt. Rubbing the juices on my fingers, I began to circle her clitoris and then used my fingers to stroke in and out of her pussy while my thumb pushed against her swollen clit. She was breathing harder now, and could not stop moving her ass around on the seat, first bucking her soaking cunt against my right hand, then pushing her ass back against my cock through the sweatpants. Just then, the stewardess came down the aisle, paused noticeably as she came up to our row, glared at me (me? why me? there are two of us here, you know!), almost said something, then apparently decided that since we were bothering nobody else, she would keep moving. Thank God! While we were both close to fully clothed at that time, there was little chance she could do anything legally disastrous, but who needs the embarrassment, or the hassle from the kids for that matter. As the stewardess left, Priya whispered. She knows exactly what we are doing, and she’s jealous! Now I want to have your prick inside me.
I’ll keep quiet, but I need you to fuck me now. With this, she lifted her ass off the seat and slid her sweats down below her knees, then separated her legs slightly and moved back so I could slide into her dripping pussy from behind.
I moved slowly in and out as she purred and pushed back onto my cock quietly
so we would not wake our neighbors. At the same time, I reached back around
to stroke her clitoris easily but steadily. The appearance of the stewardess
had startled me, and most of the urgency for release that had built up from
her stroking my hard-on had subsided, so it was a nice, long, easy fuck,
punctuated by her spasming in orgasm three times before my cock pressure built
up to the point of no return. I came with the most excruciating pleasure I had felt in my life (actually for the last month, but you know how easy it is to lose perspective at the moment.) into her already dripping cunt. I sighed, and whispered’ Pri(I shortened her name), it must have been heaven that sent you to this seat. You don’t know how much I needed that. She then turned around in the seat to sit normally, and kissed me for the first time. I needed it just as much as you did; you’re a terrific fuck, but on top of that it’s the Thanks for being here, I dreamed that I’d be fucked silly on this trip. As we kissed, I told her about my favorite turn-on. What I like best is eating pussy, but there is no room here for that. Would you like to go to the back of the plane with me? What do you mean? In the lavatory? she asked. Yes. If we are reasonably cautious we can get in there without causing an uproar, I replied. I’ve never done that before, Pri explained. There’s a first time for everything, I said, and moved topull up my pants and buckle my belt. She thought about it for a minute, and then said, why not, let’s try it! She drew up the sweatpants and tied the drawstring (I hadn’t noticed there was one before - must not have been tied.) Then she got up and headed for the back of the plane, with me following directly behind. She entered the first lavatory, which was vacant (good thing the flight was long, and everybody was still asleep.) I slipped right in behind her before the flight attendants noticed we were even there. As I closed the door, she turned and we started to kiss passionately. She broke for a quick query, how do you do anything in this little space? As I untied the drawstring on her sweatpants, I said, Just lift up and sit on the sink, and let me taste your cunt. Pri lifted, spread her legs, and I could see her cunt lips were still swollen from her last orgasm. I gently tongued her outer lips, occasionally swiveling my head to nip the insides of her thighs, but always returning to circle her clit, and as it swelled up, suck on it gently. There was no end to the wetness; her own lubrication, supplemented by the dripped down both sides of my chin onto the stainless steel sink surface and trailed down her thighs.
After tonguing her into a few more orgasms, I realized how hard I was getting
again, and finally stood up, sliding her ass slightly off the surface, and drove my cock into her again while we exchanged extremely wet but tasty kisses,
flavored by both of our juices. Such a short time after the last fuck, and she
was sooo wet; this time it lasted at least twenty minutes, both of us sighing and savoring the overwhelming sensations coursing through our bodies. Finally, after a slow buildup that I never wanted to end, I came again, not as much this time, but she sensed it and started bucking hard just at the same moment. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. The light came on to return to the cabin, and after a few minutes we were able to adjust ourselves to some degree of presentability to return to our seats.