What a Travel Day


Even though I was on standby, I still got a seat in the business section at the front of the plane. Normally, I would have been happy about that, but right now, I just wanted to keep on heading towards the back of the plane with Brooke.

As I sat down, Brooke gave me a squeeze on the shoulder.

"I hope I'll see you again soon" she said as she kept on walking.

"Great!" I said. I guess maybe I wasn't quite as smooth as I described myself as earlier.

A flight attendant came over and asked me for my drink order.

"Bulleit whiskey on the rocks please" Alright, so the comp drinks aren't a bad part of being Diamond either.

As he set the drink down on my tray table, he looked towards the back of the plane and asked "Is there anything I can get for your girlfriend as well?"

I turned back and saw Brooke in the aisle with her bag over her head trying to fit it up in the bin. Two different male passengers were tripping over themselves to help her. Like every other person looking in that direction, I couldn't help but linger on her.

With her arms stretched up, her sweater now hung a little tighter. I, and I'm sure the two nice gentleman helping with her bag, couldn't help but notice her perky tits pushing against her sweater. My main focus was a bit lower. Her butt seemed to be testing the limits of the spandex of her yoga pants.

The flight attendant was taking in the same scene.

"Uhh sure! Yes. Ummm. My girlfriend really likes champagne. I know she would be so appreciative if you brought her a glass."

It was all he needed to hear. Ignoring the other Business class passengers, he made a bee line to the bar area. Without even taking a second glance at me, he headed back with the glass of champagne. I watched him approach Brooke and offer up the glass. I'm not sure what he said, but she looked up towards me, shook her head in mock disbelief, and then gave me a big goofy thumbs up. I laughed out loud.

As the flight attendant turned back to the front of the plane, Brooke must have put the glass down on her tray table, because she then lifted her hands up over her head in the shape of a diamond with her thumbs and forefingers.

I literally laughed out. But immediately, my mind went to another meaning of that symbol. The one that guys sometimes flash up when they're talking about a woman. As she put her arms down, Brooke made another comically exaggerated wink.

She couldn't be doing that on purpose... right? She couldn't know what that means.

The flight filled up and we took off without incident. In five hours, we would be touching down in Jacksonville. Let's hurry up. Being in Jacksonville meant I'd be on a bus with my new travel companion.

I spent the first hour or two of the flight playing Sudoku on my iPad and then filling in every puzzle from the in-flight magazine. There aren't new issues often, so it's rare to find one I hadn't completed. You learn to appreciate the little things when you travel a lot.

About half-way through the flight, I got up to take a leak. The restroom nearest me was occupied, so I took it as an opportunity to see how things were going in the back. As I got closer, I started to feel a bit anxious.

At some point, the magic was going to wear off. Yes, I did Brooke a favor by giving her my ticket. But come on. As the flight attendant showed with the champagne, guys must fall over themselves to help her out. I was a decent looking guy, but I was a long ways from the in-shape guy playing club basketball in college.

It didn't mean Brooke was shallow or I had low self-esteem. I didn't think either of those things were really true. It's just not often that you see models dating junior-level middle managers.

As I neared her seat, I saw the overhead light was on. I slowed down. She glanced up. We made eye contact. I smiled. She looked back down to her book.

Nothing. No smile. No wink. Barely even any recognition. I felt the wind go out of me.

I got to the back of the plane and entered the empty lavatory. Alright, well I knew it was coming. And it was still a fun hour. What did I think was going to happen? Plus maybe we could still talk on the bus.

I finished up in the bathroom and washed my hands. It seemed like whomever designed the bathroom didn't actually intend for people to use the sink, but after prodding various levers, I coaxed out some soap and water. I dried off my hands and slid back the lock on the door.

Before I could pull the door open, it was being pushed back in on me. Brooke stepped into the lavatory.

She had an ear-to-ear smile.

"What took you so long??"

I was so flustered I didn't know what to say.

"I've been waiting for you since you sent back that champagne. I was starting to think that I had made all of this up in my head. Baller move with the champagne by the way. Most guys try to send me a vodka tonic. I can see that Diamond club members are way classier than most guys I meet."

As this point I realized that Brooke must have taken off her sweater before coming to the restroom. She was wearing a tight white tank top that hugged her body. Light outlines of her nipples pushed through the fabric.

"I was pretty sure this was the bathroom you went into. Otherwise it was going to be an awkward surprise for the grandma who was behind you."

I knew I had to say something, but nothing came out. What was even happening? Not wanting to be a total mute, but still not able to force a word out, I did the first thing I could think of. I made the diamond symbol with my hands.

She looked down at my hands and immediately burst out laughing, which she quickly tried to stifle, which then turned into a coughing fit. When she stopped coughing, she punched my arm, "You're going to get us in trouble! Stop making me laugh!"

That was all I needed. A little of the shock melted away and I realized the situation I was in. I was face-to-face with a smoking hot woman in an airplane lavatory 30,000 feet somewhere over Texas.

I had always wondered if the "mile high club" was a real thing or just a bunch of braggadocio. Right now, I was desperately hoping it was a real thing.

"Have you ever done this before?" Brooke asked after regaining her composure.

"Not yet, but I read in the in-flight magazine that it's included in the Platinum Diamond rewards category. I need like 30,000 more miles to get it."

Brooke gasp-laughed again and then punched me for a second time. "I didn't come back here for a comedy show!"

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "What did you come back here for then?" Her laughing was making me confident.

She seemed to take my question as an invitation.

In one quick move, Brooke pulled her tank top over her head. Not wasting any time or asking any more questions, she turned around to hang her tank top on a hook and then unclasped her bra with her other hand.

Even though it was happening so quickly, I couldn't help but marvel at how confident she was. Pushing into the bathroom. Pulling off her top. She was in total control of the situation.

She turned back towards me, now fully topless. In my mind, I stayed perfectly composed in that moment. In reality, I'm absolutely certain that I looked slack-jawed and glassy-eyed.

I stared down at her tits. They weren't huge, probably a size B, maybe a size C, but they were perky and fit perfectly with her build. They had a gentle slope such that her nipples were actually pointing slightly up at me. Contrasted against her flat stomach, the scene was pretty much perfect.

I could tell she was a little bit chilly without her sweater. Her nipples were getting hard and little goosebumps were forming on her chest and arms.

"It's probably too tight in here for both of us take off our clothes, so we're just going to have to make do."

Without any hesitation, she reached down to my pants and felt around for my cock. It wasn't particularly difficult to locate. I was already getting hard from the view of her tits and my quickly spiraling imagination of what might be coming up.

"When we were back in the airport, I thought I felt something pushing back on me when I gave you that hug. Now I can see why."

Brooke had begun tracing the outline of my cock with her hands. When she got to the tip, she pulled the suit fabric taught around it so she could see the whole shape.

I didn't have a huge dick by any means, but I was a pretty tall guy, so I was probably a little bit bigger than average, maybe about seven inches when hard. Given how hard I was at the moment, it felt a lot bigger than that.

Unable to keep my hands to my self any longer, I reached my arms around her waist and pulled her into me.

"I don't want you to get cold in here" I said softly to her.

Even as she pushed into me, she didn't stop massaging my cock through my pants.

"Always the gentleman, I see."

Wasting no time, she moved her hands to my fly and unzipped my pants. The tip of my cock was now pushing through my boxers.

"I don't want you to get used to this, but given our space constraints, the fact that I still owe you one for this whole flight thing, and because people might get a little bit suspicious if this door stays locked for an hour, I'm going to blow you and you're going to have to make me cum later."

What. Was. Happening.

If she noticed the dumbfounded look on my face, it definitely didn't slow her down.

With my zipper down, she reached into my pants and pulled out my cock. She grabbed my balls with one hand, the base of my cock with another, and took a closer look at what she was holding.

"Yes, I think I'll enjoy this quite a bit later."

At this point, I was pushed back leaning over the toilet and she had her back to the door. Brooke took a look around the lavatory and realized that this wasn't going to work.

"Switch spots with me."

It was going to be a tight squeeze, but I wasn't about to complain. She turned to the face the wall. As we were about squeeze past each other, she shimmied her yoga pants down so they slid off her ass. Holy. Shit.

I'm an ass guy. I've seen a lot of great asses, great pictures of asses, great videos of asses. I'm saying this without exaggeration and not because she was about to blow me in an airplane bathroom, Brooke had the most amazing ass I had ever seen. Not just in person. I mean on TV, in magazines, on Instagram, in porn. Anywhere.

Unencumbered by her yoga pants and with a full view for the first time, I could finally fully appreciate it.

The most immediately striking thing about her ass was its shape. Unlike a lot of great asses I'd seen, Brooke didn't have a classic "bubble butt" - the perfectly rounded top to bottom cheeks. Brooke's ass was actually more of an upside-down heart shape, where the widest part of her ass was the part right before it curved back into her thighs. It meant that it had great weight to it and actually looked a little bit more natural. It was still super round, without a hint of flab, but it didn't look surgery-enhanced like some of the comical asses you see on celebrities.

How about this for a mental image. Stick your hands straight out with your palms up. Now if you had done that with your fingers touching Brooke's thighs, her ass cheeks would rest between the palm of your hands and your wrist. It was big, it was fit, and it was so inviting.

She started shimmying by me to switch positions. When she got to my cock, there was only one outcome. I had seven inches of rock hard cock and she had an ass that would be tough to sneak by even in a much wider space.

As she pushed past me, her ass lifted up my cock. She slowed down to move carefully past. My cock was now pressed straight up in the air by her right ass cheek. As she squeezed further past, I felt my cock moving down the other side of her ass cheek. Slowly, it slipped into place in the middle of her ass.

Mmmmmmm. She moaned softly. In this position, my balls were now up against her pussy, my cock was firmly wedged between her ass cheeks, and the underside of my cock was pressed up against her asshole. Her ass was fully enveloping my cock. It felt warm, tight, and absolutely incredible.

I had never wanted a smaller cock before in my life, but at this moment, I realized that if I were a few inches shorter, the head of my cock would be pressed up directly against her asshole instead of pointing up into the air. I'd take that lifetime trade-off in this moment.

I grabbed her waist. I didn't want her to leave this position quite yet. We were already tightly wedged together, but I pulled her hips into me just a bit further so that my cock pushed even harder against her ass. I could see the tip of my cock at the top of her ass crack now, but the underside of my cock was nestled even more tightly against her asshole and hidden by her ass.

Brooke didn't resist to my cock being there. If anything she pushed back into me a little bit. After a moment, I felt her moving again. But instead of moving further past me, Brooke started moving a little bit up onto her toes. As she pushed herself higher into the air, the head of my cock started to disappear between her ass cheeks. Now she put her hand on the sink to get a little bit more leverage. She pushed herself even higher.

"Ohhhhhhh" she moaned gently. She had gotten herself high enough in the air that the head of my cock was now firmly pressed up against her asshole. The angle put a lot of pressure on her ass. I could feel the tip of my cock wanting to dive into her body.

My cock was absolutely throbbing.

Brooke flexed her ass tight around my cock. "Ahhhhhh" I sighed loudly.

In flexing her ass, she actually pulled the head of my cock even closer into her asshole. I wasn't inside of her, but I could a slight quiver as her asshole began to give way to my cock. A little bit more force and I would be in her ass.

She leaned her head back so it was now resting on my shoulder. She looked up at me and whispered "You're going to have to remember this position for later I think." I swear I almost came right then.

At that point, she relaxed her ass, carefully lowered herself a few inches down, and moved the rest of the way past me.

"Now Jake" she said as she positioned herself against the far wall of the lavatory, "I bet you've got some great stamina, but we don't have time for that right now. So I'm going to take your cock in my mouth and while I'm doing that I want you think about what it's going to feel like later when I let you the rest of the way into my ass."

Honest to god, I actually gasped. I didn't know if I was dreaming or maybe the plane had crashed and this was a way better form of heaven than I had been taught about in Sunday school, but this definitely couldn't be real. Four hours ago, I was mentally preparing for a night of Netflix on a shitty hotel internet connection, and now I'm locked in an airplane lavatory with one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, and she was telling me that she wanted me to cum quickly while I thought about fucking her in the ass. What the actual fuck.

Before I could say anything or do anything, Brooke grabbed my cock and wrapped her lips around it. Then she got to work.

To start, she took as much of it into her mouth as she could. Then, she gently sucked on it as she pulled back away from me. Now that it was covered in her spit, she focused her mouth on the head of my cock while she took the base with with her hand. She started pumping back and forth with her hand, slow at first, but quickly gaining speed. She perfectly timed the motion of her hand with the motion of her head.

Despite her instructions, I was not at all interested in this escapade coming to a rapid conclusion. I took a few deep breaths, tried to slow down my heart rate, and keep myself from cumming.

Brooke must have noticed my little breathing exercise because a moment later, she grabbed my right hand and placed it on the back of her head. Then she switched her hands on my cock, pulled the elastic out of her hair, and slid my left hand through her hair so I was holding her head directly. I now had my hands fully wrapped around her head as she was sucking on my cock.

Almost reflexively, I pulled her head a little bit deeper onto my cock. I couldn't help it. It felt too good.

Instead of pushing back from me, Brooke reached her arms around me and pulled me even further into her mouth. She knew exactly what she was doing. I knew what she was doing. I was going to cum, and soon.

The sensation of being even deeper in her mouth was too much for me to hold back. I started swiveling my hips in motion with her head so each thrust was a little bit deeper and faster.

"I'm going to cum" I stuttered to her as my breath started to labor.

Brooke pulled her head back a few inches but didn't stop pumping on my cock with her hand. My cock was now about an inch from her mouth. I still had my hands wrapped around her head.

She stuck her tongue out, looked up at me, and actually smiled a little bit. She wanted me to shoot my cum into her mouth. She wasn't just going to swallow, she was going to give me a show. It was all too much.

My cock erupted with cum. It was the hardest I had ever came in my life. One, two, three shots of cum directly into her waiting mouth. She never broke eye contact with me. After the fourth shot of cum, the pulses slowed down, but she left her mouth open just in case I had anything left. When I was done, she closed her mouth and swallowed it all.

She stood up. We were now just a few inches from each other. Somehow, she still looked absolutely perfect. I felt like I had just gotten off of a roller-coaster.

She reached over my shoulder and grabbed her bra and tank top from the hook on the door. As she started putting her clothes back on, she gave me a little bit of a once over that concluded with a little bit of a mischievous grin.

"Well you're awfully quiet all the sudden," she said to me.

I wanted to say something, but I was still catching my breath, so she kept talking.

"I'd say we are just about even now. If anything, I think you might owe me now."

I felt my voice coming back.

"Hmmmmmm." I put on an expression of deep thought. "You know, technically, I did order you that champagne... sooooo... it's really hard to say who still owes who."

Brooke's eyes got wide and a smile spread across her face. Clearly, she wasn't expecting that answer.

"You're a little bit different, Mr. Jake Hackett. I like that."

As Brooke pulled her tank top on over her head, I leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. In our whole encounter, we had never actually kissed, and the act must have caught her off guard. For a brief moment, she froze. Then I felt her place a hand softly on my chest and she kissed me on the cheek.

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

Brooke looked in the mirror to make sure she was properly covered back up. She looked back at me and said, "Alright, so I'll create the distraction, and then you come out a few seconds after me, okay?"

"The distraction?" I asked.

"Yeah Jake, I don't think what we just did in here is exactly considered FAA policy. I'll see you when we land."

With that, she was out the door. I looked into the mirror and started to get myself back together. The whole encounter couldn't have lasted more than seven or eight minutes.

Through the door, I heard Brooke say loudly, "Thank you so much for that glass of champagne! I bet that was your idea. My boyfriend would never think of something that thoughtful. You know, I hate to bother you, especially since you've been so nice already, but do you happen to have any coffee? I've got a long night of travel ahead of me and I want to make sure I'm on top of my game for the rest of the trip."

I couldn't help but laugh at the exchange. Technically, she was right about the champagne... I didn't hear the attendant's exact response, but it sounded eager. I heard footsteps moving past the door, and when they were clear, I stepped out into the aisle.

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