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Four times he spurted, and four times he quietly groaned; his hand on my head now clutched me almost painfully. I was left with a sore throat and an aching jaw, the man's penis deflating between my teeth as I sucked lazily, making sure I got every drop. As my brain came back to normal after my orgasm, I became aware of the extreme smell that now surrounded me: saliva, semen, sweat, the filth of a public airplane seat, the funk of the man's underwear beside my face; all of it flooded my senses now as I came down. I was breathing hard; I spit out his cock, gave his balls and shaft one final lick, and reached around to squeeze his bony ass as I retreated.
My torso was on fire, the muscles all taut and trembling from the awkward position and the stress of my orgasm; I felt like I'd pulled a muscle in my side. I slowly became aware that his hand was still locked between my legs, glued to my pubes; he had to have been aching. Slowly, as my head cleared the blanket, I moved my eyes up to the man's face.
The radiant smile was back, now softened around the edges by something else: gratitude? Excitement? Whatever it was, it said he was proud of me, and pleased that he'd been able to make me cum. I smiled back, my hands still tracing across his bare left thigh, the blanket now drooping without the central tent pole of his dick. Getting his fingers out of me proved to be quite an operation, my sticky legs bent at unnatural angles, but eventually he came free. I held his hand in mine, looking at the raisined fingers, my own greasy discharge covering them. I felt satisfied and content, like a diplomat after a good meal. In my mouth I still tasted his salty cum.
"Well," said the man, a little bashful now. I was a mess; he leaned over to check on my husband before he shyly reached over to tuck my hair behind my ears. He glanced around to see whether anyone knew what was going on. Me, I didn't need to check; I just looked right at the disapproving sow across the aisle and gave her the finger.
"Is there anything I can do for you guys?" The cute flight attendant was back, now very unprofessionally placing her hand on my new friend's shoulder. I saw her rub him absentmindedly, glancing down; she knew we were naked and sticky underneath the blankets she'd brought, and she seemed excited about it. "Maybe some water? A breath mint?" she added, looking pointedly at me.
"We'll have some coffee," I said airily, my fluids still soaking into the seat beneath my bare ass. "And yes, I think a mint would be nice." The cute flight attendant smiled wickedly at me as she squeezed my man's shoulder and moved off, giving her ass a sway in the tight skirt.
- COMMENTS
laughdruidabout 3 years agoI enjoyed the story but think she should of kissed the attendant and shared his cum.
wagonet2almost 4 years agoA story like this is all style, and, brother, you have it. Very well told!
26thNCover 5 years agoAny ridiculous story posted in LW, about whatever sexual kink , always has a couple of comments about he or she remembers a time when they did the same improbable thing. If someone posts a story about oral sex with a Moray Eel, at least two idiots will claim they did the same thing.
tangledweedover 6 years agoPainting a picture with words; "my cheeks blow out like a hamster's."
Anonymousabout 8 years agoVery nicely written. Very nice story.
The only thing that I have a hard time believing is how many people can find anything to dislike here. Really, people?
Thanks for writing, and thanks for sharing!
Anonymousabout 8 years agoThis was definitely a good story. It was very detail-oriented with clear sentences and a good pace. People who criticize it don't realize how hard writing something can be. And screw everyone who is delving into morals. Morality doesn't matter in fantasy.
badidea211about 8 years agoThis is a little implausible, but I did something similar on the Eurostar to Paris a few years ago. I was playing scrabble with my boyfriend who was sitting opposite. I'd noticed the guy sitting next to me and we'd exchanged a couple of eye contacts glances before the train got started but nothing more. I was 20 and he had to be at least twice my age. When the train started out of Waterloo (as it was then - it's now St Pancras) he moved his leg so his thigh rested against mine and just kinda left it there. My boyfriend was getting the Scrabble and some other stuff out of the rucksack he'd put on the overhead rack and was completely oblivious but I got a little tingling feeling as I felt that stranger's leg against mine, and decided to let it play out a little. As we played Scrabble the guy got a little bolder. He was reading a large book which he held on my side of his stomach which might have partly obscured my boyfriend's view, but he was so fixated on the Scrabble game that frankly he probably wouldn't have noticed anything anyway. I let the guy run a finger down my leg and I realised that this was the most incredibly erotic thing that had ever happened to me. After ten minutes or so I was getting really wet and I adjusted my position subtly and rucked up my skirt so he could slip a hand under my ass and massage my pussy. He had a finger inside me stroking my clit for the entire time we were in the tunnel and it was all I could do not to moan out loud. My only regret is that I couldn't cum. Something in me stopped me getting to that part. It would have completely blown our cover but I've often looked out for similar experiences on that train and have never been able to reproduce it - although I have had a complete stranger (girl) lick me to an orgasm in a plane over California in the past year. Your stories are wonderful, Voboy. I loved the Natalie one too. My best friend fucked three different teachers in her last year at school and I was dead jealous of her, but I never had Natalie's strength of mind. Please keep writing!
Anonymousabout 8 years agoAnother preacher trying to convert the flock. You're on the wrong site for that preacher. Go find yourself some followers who give a shit.
I just hate these smart asses who think they're better than anybody else.
