Finding Heaven in Ruby Tuesday

I smiled. "That's OK Janie. I'm sorry if I went further than you had intended. I've had a really great evening. Thank you." I kissed her lightly on the cheek, winked and turned away. I walked to the lift and pushed the button. I then turned back to look at her. She stood leaning against her door and from where I was it looked as if she was in pain. I blew her kiss and stepped through the doors.

The next morning I found that Janie had beaten me to the restaurant. When I approached she looked a little tired, but still as beautiful.

"Good morning Janie. How are you this morning?"

She smiled wanly. "I'm so sorry Alex," she said.

"Sorry? What for?"

"Because I wouldn't let you into my room last night."

She looked really serious and I couldn't quite understand why. "You have nothing to apologise for. I had a thoroughly enjoyable evening in the company of a gorgeous woman – who, I might add, turned the heads of virtually every man in the room. It's me who should be apologising for overstepping the mark when I saw you to your door."

She looked directly into my eyes and said, "No, you misunderstand. I meant that I was sorry that Ididn'tlet you into my room. I lay awake all night just thinking about you."

"Do you want to know something? So did I." I rose slightly from my seat and leaned over to kiss her. Janie's lips tasted of the juice she had just consumed and I wanted to kiss her for longer, but decided that this wasn't the right time or place.

We sat back and continued with our breakfast. Janie tried to get the conversation going again. "So, you didn't tell me yesterday; did you manage to get out on the boat?"

"No, unfortunately." I thought for a moment and then said, "Listen, it's a nice day again, how about we go on a boat together?"

She brightened considerably, a beaming smile lighting her face as she replied, "I'd love to."

We finished our meal and then went back to our own rooms to pack. We had agreed to check out of the hotel and leave our luggage in their secure storage until we came back later. We met in the lobby and strolled out to where the tour boats docked. We purchased tickets for the 11am departure and then went for a stroll on Long Wharf to kill time. Janie had changed out of the trousers she had worn to breakfast and was now wearing a pleated skirt. She seemed to have a way of swinging her hips that made the material sway in a deliciously sexy manner. The high heels and seams only exacerbated her allure. She wore the same jacket as the previous night, but this time had worn a white blouse beneath.

She slipped her arm through mine as we walked and chatted about nothing much at all. We arrived back at the boat just as they were allowing people to board. Surprisingly, for such a promising day there were few people getting on. In fact, I don't think anybody came on after us.

There was an upper and a lower deck. Everybody made their way upstairs to make the best of the sunshine and we followed. I allowed Janie to climb the ladder ahead of me and as she climbed I was treated to a close view of her well-toned nylon-clad calves. Just then, a breeze swirled across the deck and made its escape up through the stairway. The effect was uplifting – literally – as the pleated skirt gently ballooned outwards and upwards.

Before Janie could get the skirt back under control, I had been given more than just a short glimpse of what lay hidden beneath; the seamed stockings had a deep lace top to them and were held in place by a pure white, suspender belt. The view lasted for long enough for me to observe that her panties matched the lace pattern and that she wore them over the top of the straps – just the way they should be.

Having pushed the hem back down, Janie turned and said, "I think we had better stay down here."

We walked across the deck to couple of chairs and sat down.

"I hope nobody saw too much," she said.

"It's OK. Nobody else saw anything." Too late, I realised what I was admitting.

She looked at me and arched that eyebrow again, "Meaning that you saw everything?"

"Um... pretty much, yes." I decided that being bashful was pointless, so I plunged on, "For what its worth; I thought it was the most gorgeous sight in Boston."

"I guess that I should take that as a compliment. Did you really like what you saw?"

"Oh yes. You're legs are absolutely stunning. I mean, they are so well defined, but without being over muscular. How do you manage it?"

"There's no trick really. I force myself to walk two miles to the station and back every day. I try and maintain a pace that keeps my heart and lungs working a little bit. The result is that I don't ever feel the need to diet or exercise and, as you said, my legs look pretty good – even if I say so myself."

"If I had more nerve, I'd ask if I could touch them and find out what they feel like," I said.

"If that's what you want, why don't you do it then?"

I felt as though I was in an erotic dream and that I would wake up before long. I looked around and could see no one else around. The sides of the deck were high enough that the lower halves of our bodies couldn't be seen and as the boat had been moving for a few minutes, we were well away from prying eyes on the shore.

I looked back down at Janie's legs and as I did do, she slowly pulled her skirt up higher to reveal the lace tops. I placed my hand on her knee, double checked that there was nobody else around and slid it up the smooth nylon. My heart was beating so fast and seemed so loud that I was sure that she would be able to hear it.

When my hand reached the stocking top, I was surprised at how soft the material felt. I was also fascinated by the firmness of her thigh. She tugged the skirt a little higher to reveal lightly tanned flesh above, inviting me to caress higher. And, as I did so, her legs began to part for me. I looked at Janie's face; she was looking down at my hand, her chest rising and falling rapidly and her lips were parted. I could hear her panting. She realised I was looking at her and raised her eyes to mine. I kissed her again as my hand slipped the remaining few inches to the crotch of her panties. I could feel the heat of her body before I even made contact. When I did so, Janie broke away from the kiss and gasped.

I wasn't sure what she wanted, but Janie seemed to enjoy me touching her there. I could feel the outline of her labia through her panties and I slid my fingers along it. When I moved higher up I could make out her clitoris protruding from between the delicate folds. She was making quiet sighing noises and her breathing was quickening.

I took a quick look behind us to make sure that there was still nobody in sight, before I pressed my fingers and rubbed more firmly.

"Ohhhh..." was all she could say. She stopped breathing and gripped my arm. Her whole body shook silently and I understood that she had very quickly reached an orgasm. I took my hand from under her skirt and put my arms around her. I waited until she appeared to have begun to recover and then kissed her passionately again.

When we stopped kissing, we didn't say anything for some time. I didn't want to disturb her reverie and waited patiently for her to speak. When she did, it was with a whisper.

"I don't know what to say Alex. Nobody has ever done that before. Thank you." She smiled at me and said, "You know, I used to get embarrassed at kissing in public. I can't believe what we just did. You're sure that nobody saw us?"

"I don't think so Janie. For the record, I've never done anything like that in public either – but I could get used to the idea!" We both giggled like young lovers.

The boat trip seemed to last for only a few minutes, rather than the ninety promised. When we stepped ashore I think we both had the same thought; if only we were here for another day and could now go straight back to our hotel room. Instead we spent the day wandering around and sight-seeing. Finally, it was time to pick up our luggage from the hotel and grab a taxi to the airport.

Quite often on these evening flights, there are a limited number of passengers. On many occasions it is possible to take one seat in a row that is otherwise unoccupied. This allows the fortunate passenger to stretch out and go to sleep when the lights are extinguished late in the night. We tried to act nonchalantly as we requested seats next to each other and, if possible, in an empty row. The woman at the check-in desk did even better; we were in the centre of the last row and the paired seats by the windows on either side were also clear of people.

As we waited for our flight to be called, we were able to sit and watch aircraft being moved about. Our own was already in place, with the retractable walkway pressed against the entrance. Just in front of this was the stylish nose art – a red-headed woman in a bathing costume and displaying the Union flag. Beneath the row of windows was the airplane's name; Ruby Tuesday.

We made our way to our seats and stowed our cheap airport purchases in the lockers above. Sitting down next to each other, we fell into talking once more. It seemed as though we never exhausted our supply of topics. Our discussions were only interrupted when the stewardesses came to serve drinks or food. Eventually, the main lights were turned out. Some individual lights remained on, but those closest to us were extinguished.

In the darkness we leaned close in to each other and kissed. When we parted Janie said, "How about a little game?"

"What sort of game?" I asked.

"Truth and Lies."

"Right, how do you play it then?"

"Well, I tell you something and you have to guess if it's true or not."

I didn't think to ask what the prize for getting it right was, or even the penalty for getting it wrong. Besides, before I could think for too long Janie spoke in a whisper, just next to my ear, "When you did that to me on the boat, you made me so wet that I had to take my knickers off at the first opportunity."

I turned and looked at her. Of course, she was telling the truth; she had been incredibly wet – but I hadn't realised that she had removed her panties.

"You're telling the truth," I said.

She grinned impishly and told me, "You're right. What would you like for a prize?"

"I'd like to check for myself." With that, I slipped my hand under her skirt and ran it all the way up to her pussy. She was still quite moist, but I was delighted to find that she was smoothly shaven. I fondled her for a while until she stopped me and said that it was my turn.

"OK." But then I stopped, not sure what to say. In a moment of panic, I said the first thing that came into my mind; "I'm wearing thong underpants."

Janie couldn't stop giggling. I was worried that she was going to disturb the other passengers. Finally, with tears forming in her eyes, she managed to get out the words, "No way! You've got to be lying."

Oops! I hadn't thought that one through properly! Of course, when I told her I was telling the truth she demanded proof. I checked around to make sure nobody was likely to see us and unfastened the belt through my jeans. I popped the top button and unzipped them a little way. I pulled my shirt out of my trousers and pulled the rear down on the side closest to Janie, revealing the wide waistband and narrow thong disappearing between my cheeks.

I know what you're thinking; a forty-five year old man wearing a thong? Well, it's like this; I find them comfortable. They hold my John Thomas nicely in place, but are cool under trousers or jeans.

I went to 'adjust my dress' as they say, but Janie put her hand on mine to stop me. Once again she leaned in close to talk, "You get a prize – and so do I."

I opened my mouth to query this, but then her hand slid beneath mine and wandered inside my flies. Her fingers immediately found my stiffening rod and tried to wrap around it. That was just about enough to fire up the blood and bring my cock full arousal. Janie's mouth formed an 'O'.

"What have you been hiding in here? It feels like a monster!"

I thought that at this point discretion would be advisable. The airline staff had supplied us with blankets and I now took mine and quickly covered my lower half with it. Janie ignored my attempts at modesty and was struggling to free my member from my underpants. I knew she had succeeded when I felt the woolly texture of the blanket on its head. She began to rub the length gently.

"I have just got to see this," she said.

I lifted the edge of the blanket a little bit and said, "Well, if you want to see it you'll have to look under here."

Janie misunderstood. I'd meant that she should lift the blanket a little more and peak from the side. Her interpretation was different.

"You unspeakably naughty man!" But she said that this with a wicked grin on her face. She ducked her head down under the blanket and I heard her say, "Hello there. My, you are a big boy aren't you?"

She didn't say any more. That was because just then I felt her hot, wet lips enveloping the head of my penis. Anybody passing by would have had no doubt in their mind as to what was going on. The blanket was moving up and down rhythmically as this beautiful woman gave me an unbelievable blowjob. If Janie came quickly on the boat, then I was almost as rapid in reaching my orgasm. Before I realised I was even close, I felt my semen surging up through my cock. It was so rapid that I didn't have a chance to warn her. At first I though that I was going to spray everywhere, but then I realised that she hadn't pulled her mouth away, but was actually swallowing it all. I'd never experienced that before.

Janie tucked me away before coming back out from under the blanket. Her eyes were sparkling and she seemed to have a delighted smile on her face. I must have had an inane grin, so I kissed her. I realised that I could taste my own juices when I did so, but I was by now feeling incredibly horny and it merely made me worse.

"It's my turn." I threw the blanket across her and realised that I was still undone. I quickly re-fastened my jeans and then dove under. I pushed Janie's legs apart and headed for her pussy. It was a very difficult position in which to perform cunnilingus, but I persevered for a while. Eventually, frustration took over and I slipped down onto my knees and lifted both of her legs onto my shoulders. Now I was able make better progress.

I had no idea what was happening in the outside world; the blanket was cutting out what little light there was. All I could sense was the warmth of Janie's legs and the moistness of her pussy, which was dripping with her juices so much that I could feel it running down my chin. Her hips began to buck, throwing the swollen lips against my face. I felt her hand behind my head, pulling me into her. It was only one hand, I think she was biting the other to stop herself from yelling out.

Eventually, she let go of me and I was able to extract myself from beneath the blanket. I sat back in my seat just in time as a Stewardess walked quietly past. She gave us a strange look, but I don't think that she saw anything. We cuddled up together and sat like that for some time, and then we laid down alongside one another, with the blankets over us.

I thought that we would go to sleep, but I kept thinking about what had happened and I found that my cock was stirring again. My right arm was underneath Janie, while my left arm was wrapped around her waist. I went to move it in order to ease the discomfort in my trousers and shivered as I touched the flesh above her stocking tops.

My hand struggled with the zip and belt buckle, but eventually I managed and then I located the gap in my boxers. My dick felt powerful in my hand – it was so pumped up that it was painful. I moved closer to Janie, putting us in a 'spoons' position and felt the engorged length press against her ass cheeks. She seemed to still be dozing and I wondered if it would disturb her if I adjusted a fraction and brought the head down between her legs. I had to move back again slightly in order to do this, but then pressed forwards. I was expecting to rub along the entrance to her vagina, but instead it slid straight in.

Janie let out a sigh. "Ohhhh! You naughty boy! We can't do this here!" she whispered hoarsely.

"No, of course not, we can't do this can we?" I whispered back. As I said that I pushed even deeper. "I mean, we can't fuck on an airplane can we?"

She looked back at me, lust in her eyes. "We'll get caught."

"So?"

Her eyes almost had tears falling from them. A few more thrusts and she was hooked. "Well go on then; if you're going to fuck me do it hard. Make me come."

I had my own agenda. I was pushing deep and slow and intended to continue that way. I didn't know how long we could get away with this and I fully expected to be caught by the staff (or another passenger) and told to stop. But I don't think either of us cared at that point. Maybe it was the altitude, perhaps the build up of sexual tension over the space of twenty four hours, but I don't think I had ever felt as horny as this in my life. And Janie was responding in a like manner; she had managed to hook her upper leg back over mine, allowing me to reach down to her pussy and rub her clitoris.

Janie's own hands had wandered up to her breasts and she was squeezing them and pulling at the nipples through her clothes. I wanted to see and feel them myself. My right hand, that had until now been underneath her, was almost asleep but I managed to move it out and was then able to slip it up under her blouse. My fingertips found their way to the back of her bra, only to discover that there was no clasp. I was momentarily confused, but when I moved my left hand away from her crotch and pushed it up her front I discovered where it was fastened.

Trying to maintain my thrusting rhythm meant that I struggled with the hook a little. I was almost at the point of ripping it when Janie pushed her breasts together and it simply popped undone. Her boobs were full and soft and the nipples felt as large as I had imagined them. I started to tease them, although what I actually wanted to do was suckle on them, but lying in this position made that impossible for now.

The additional stimulation had its effect on Janie. She pulled up the edge of the blanket, dragging it off of us and stuffed it in her mouth. I looked down and in the dim light could see my prick disappearing into her. The sight pushed me over the edge and instead of the moving slowly I began to ram hard into her. I didn't feel her come as I was wrapped up in the throes of my own climax at that point, but I knew that she had.

I pulled the blankets back over us and after recovering for a few minutes dressed myself. Janie had dozed off in the afterglow of her orgasm. I gently pulled her skirt and blouse back down and then drifted off myself.

Light began to seep into the cabin as we raced towards the dawn. People began to awaken and before long the cabin crew were serving coffees and, what was alleged to be a type of breakfast. We sat up and took some caffeine on board to waken ourselves. Afterwards, individually, we made our way to the toilet for a welcome wash and brush up. I couldn't help thinking about Janie while I was there and decided that while we took a chance that we might be caught having sex out in the open, we would never have been able to fuck in here. Not without a lot of discomfort and considerable risk of permanent injury. I smiled when I thought about that; imagine what would happen if an older couple like us had to call for help when trapped together in an airliner toilet – especially if we were still coupled!

I hadn't thought ahead to what would happen once we landed. Neither of us had. Would we ever see each other again? The thought began to play on my mind and I realised that I didn't want to say goodbye to Janie. In fact, the idea of her leaving made me feel like crying. I didn't say anything to her, because I didn't know how and I thought she would probably think I was being stupid.