Mile High

My boyfriend bought me a first-class ticket to come out and see him in Los Angeles. It had been months since I saw last so I wanted to dress as sexily as I could for him. I wore a light blue halter top and some very tight white Capri pants. I was still a little sore from my Brazilian bikini wax when I got on the plane, and waited for our take-off, hoping that the little welts would go away by the time Terry would pull my pants off at his beachside home. Since I didn't have a real job, I didn't have money on my own. I wanted to buy Terry a present, but couldn't find anything worth buying for fifty bucks.

I sat by the window with my Jack Georges tote in my lap until the stewardess told me to put it away. I almost told her where she could put it, but the nice Japanese gentleman who took the aisle seat offered to put my bag in the storage compartment. I thanked him and turned my attention to my Cosmo until we took off.

It didn't take long for the Japanese guy to start hitting on me. He was a handsome man, older, maybe 25, and dressed in a business suit. I tried to ignore him at first but since just about every story in Cosmo was about how to give a great handjob I knew that this six hour flight would be about sex one way or another. His name was Yoshi or something like that and he bought me a Vodka and tonic and he rewarded himself by placing his hand on my leg. We got to talking and he told he was a businessman yadayada and I told him I was on my way to see my fiancé.

Yoshi was very bold because he kept his hand on my leg and looked at me questioningly. I smiled at him and he ordered another drink. He got so close to me when he talked I could feel his breath brushing my cheeks. His hand crept.

"Can I touch you please?" He asked.

"What will you give me if you touch me?" I looked him, closing my leg around his hand.

"$200, if you let me touch you."

For that kind of money I would have gone down on him. I unzipped my pants while he got a blanket and covered me with it. His hand slid onto my belly. It was warm and a little sweaty. His hand turned south until it reached my mound and he couldn't go any further because my pants were so tight.

I reached under my tush and pulled it down a little. Suddenly freed, his hand scampered over my mound, giving me goosebumps along the way, and then down...down. He looked surprise when his hand came to rest on my outer labia and found that they weren't covered with hair. He smiled at me, a question on his face. I licked my lips and parted them, with the slightest nod of my head and his fingers began to wiggle between my labia. My nipples were hardened and made little tents in my top. I shivered with pleasure when his finger grazed my clit, and opened my mouth and let out a little sigh as his finger found the entrance to my vagina and began to burrow into it. His mouth was on mine now, his tongue exploring my mouth as his finger was probing my hot pink and wet sex. He would swish his tongue in tandem with swishing his finger inside me and I pulled down my pants so he could reach further into me. He turned his body toward me and I felt his erection sticking out of his pants and touching my arm. I thought of Terry, with his broad shoulders and cleft chin, making love to me on his deck, pushing in and out, up and down inside me, relentlessly until that gushy warm feeling began to spread inside and he would fall on me in a heap. I tried to imagine that the little finger exploring me was Terry's penis but I had to tell Yoshi to try two or three fingers to fulfill that fantasy. Yoshi was happy to try.

The man in the seat behind me was leaning forward to see what was going on. I lowered the seat so he could get a better view, and touched Yoshi through his pants. He trembled as I caressed him, and began to shove two fingers into my vagina while rubbing his thumb gently against my clit. When my orgasm overcame me I grasped his penis, clenching it in my fist, and let out a low moan and slammed my legs together.

At that moment, Yoshi's organ began to pulse in my hand and I looked to see white foam cascading right out of his pants. He grunted heavily. His sperm was everywhere, on my chest and top, on my face, on my bare legs and tummy, in my glass and on the window, obscuring the view of Utah or whatever.

When the stewardess came by, her cheeks were bright red. "Generally, ma'am, she said to me, we at Delta prefer that our customers refrain from...FUCKING...on a plane."

I ignored her. Yoshi had drowsed off. When he came to at LAX he handed me a wad of cash (about $500) and thanked me for the greatest orgasm of his life. The man who watched me from behind stood up and out of the corner of my eye I could see him trembling, but I just wanted to get off the plane and clean up before falling into the arms of my lover.