Flying the Friendly Thighs
I hopped a plane to Atlantic City to get away form the boredom
and isolation of arid south Texas. The flight was going
to be long enough, but there were going to be a couple of stops
in Dallas and Memphis, so I was glad that I had an aisle seat.
Seated next top me was well dresses young woman named Shelly,
I guessed to be about mid 20s. Here I am in a button-down,
cowboy hat, boots, and jeans, and Miss Park Avenue is seated
next to me for the entire flight. We visited for a minute
on the runway and found out that my eyes had been wrong Shelly
said that she was nearer 30 and had never been married. "Career
first" she said. All I could think of as I gazed into
the azure pools of her eyes framed by her free flowing golden
hair was, what a waste of a beautiful woman.
As the plane lifted off she mentioned that she was tired
and wanted to take a nap. Five minutes in, the fasten your
seat belt light went out, everyone readjusts and before
I even thought about stealing a glance at her silken clad
thighs, she was fast asleep. As we neared our cruising altitude
the turbulence kicked in and shelly leaned her head on my
shoulder and wrapped her perfectly manicured hands around
my arm. I stared at her hands for what seemed like an eternity
and imagined what they would feel like wrapped around my
staff.
I asked the stewardess for a blanket, thinking maybe she
was cold. I covered her as best as I could and she just snuggled
even closer and the grip she had on my arm forced my hand upon
her stocking clad thigh just above her knee. Embarrassed
I tried to free myself but my beautiful sleeping seatmate
was steadfast. After about a minute or two I notice that
most of the passenger had drifted off to sleep and I began
to get a little aroused. I mean here I am at 30, 000'
with my hand on the knee of one of the prettiest women I had
ever seen. I don't know why I did it, but my hand, as if
it had a mind of its own, began to move, inching its way to
the top of her stockings. The touch of her bare skin sent
electric shocks through my body making my semi-erect penis
become full and erect. She shifted in her sleep and my hand
retreated. But now I noticed that her thighs had slightly
parted. Retracing its path my hand made its way back to the
bareness of her thigh. The expensive wool split skirt allowed
my sleeping beauty to spread her thighs even wider. I allowed
my fingertips to savor the fresh softness of her bare inner
thighs before moving to the softness of her silken and lace
panties. I could feel the pulpy flesh of her sex beneath
the flimsy material. I carefully located the cleft between
her labia and began to run my finger as far up and down the
length of her pussy as I dared. The silk was so fine that I
located her clitoris which I promptly began to rub in a circular
motion, gently at first then more forcefully. She stirred
again causing my hand to pause, and my heart to stop, but
she inexplicably moved her thighs further apart, and loosened
her grip moving her hands to a position that gave me more
freedom of movement. When would this ever happen to a south
Texas cowboy again.
I cupped the fullness of her mound in my hand and in her sleep
she nuzzled my shoulder. Made bolder by her unconscious,
yet inviting behavior, I gently slid the leg band of her
panties to one side and much to my surprise and delight found
a practically hairless pussy at my fingertips. As I moved
my fingers along her labia, I detected wetness. I began
to fondle her aroused pussy in earnest, as if she were a willing
and conscious participant. Her clit was now throbbing
under my touch and I dared to slip my middle finger into her
vagina and gently stroke in and out. Her only noticeable
reaction was her fingers, sometimes twitching on my sleeve,
an increase in her breathing and a sweet murmur audible
only to me.
"This is your captain", the speaker boomed
and I made a hasty retreat as we prepared to land in Dallas.
Returning her panties to their place, and my hand to her
knee in one smooth movement, I roused Shelly and instructed
her to fasten her seatbelt. Asking about the blanket I told
her that I thought that she was cold. Smiling sweetly she
thanked me, and apologized for using me as a pillow. After
landing she excused herself and I thought Oh shit. I'm
going to jail. Yet she returned to her seat, smiling in
my direction, and sat down fastening her seat belt and covering
up.
Once we were in the air and Shelly leaned over and whispered
in my ear that she was going back to sleep and could I please
remove her seatbelt for her. I blankly nodded and we resumed
our original sleep position. After the light went out I
reached with my free hand and undid first my, and then Shellys
seatbelt. As I slid my hand along her thigh I heard her whisper
"Nowwhere were we?" I found her thighs parted
and inviting, her lovely moist labia, bare and waiting.
She had removed her panties in the restroom. For the first
time I became familiar, leaned forward, and kissed her
on top of her head. She turned her face to mine, kissing me
softly and deeply, then said. "To hell with the hotel
cowboy, you are staying with me." Our seats were not
separated by an arm rest and I put my arm around her so that
I could fondle her perfect 34C breast, gently rolling her
nipple between my thumb and forefinger. With my left hand
I gently spread her labia at the opening of her vagina. Tilting
her hips she invited me in and I gently worked my two middle
fingers into her vagina. Our mouths locked, and tongues
fencing, I swallowed her moans of ecstasy. Driving my fingers
as deeply as I dared I found her G-spot and was rewarded with
a shuddering orgasm. Her body gently vibrated and convulsed
and I marveled at her self control as I brought her to the
brink three more times. I however could not wait to taste
her sweet nectar and after her final orgasm had subsided
in the afterglow of her orgasm, I turned toward her and sucked
her juices from my fingers. Smiling she leaned forward
and kissed me again, sucking on my tongue and lips as if to
share if to share in the feast of her sweet love nectar. "This
is your captain", the speaker boomed again as we arrived
in Memphis.
Shelly excused herself again and gave me strict orders
not to leave my seat. When she returned I notice something
under her arm but didnt ask. After take off and unbuckling
she leaned over biting my earlobe and told me to trade seats
with her. She had partially reclined the window seat and
soon adjusted the other to match. We snuggled close again
and she whispered in my ear that it was my turn now. I started
to protest but she put her finger to my lips, puckering her
perfectly lipsticked lips and said Shhhhh. Laying her
head on my chest and under the cover of the blanket she began
to deftly undo my trousers and pulled my now gooey cock free
from my briefs. My closely trimmed pubes and shaven scrotum
must have pleased her as she whispered almost childlike,
Oh goody. Grasping my iron hard staff in one hand she began
to quietly lick the mess of pre-cum from the head of my cock.
I closed my eyes and reached under her to squeeze her breast.
Once she had cleaned my cock with her tongue to satisfaction,
she engulfed my stiff member in one smooth motion and began
to gently suckle my manhood. Moving her head ever so slightly
as to not arouse suspicion, she would pull back just enough
to catch her breath. Her hand now free of my staff she began
to fondle my hairless nut sac and was rewarded with a mouth
full of my love cream in record time. I came more than I can
ever remember cumming in recent memory and was amazed that
she didnt spill a drop. Drawing herself off of my penis
she produced a towel and a moist wash cloth that she used
to clean me with. I was in heaven. Afterwards I leaned to
kiss her but she stopped me and excused herself and came
back with minty fresh breath. We snuggled and kissed like
long lost lovers all way to touchdown. As we deplaned Shelly
took my hand and slid her fingers between mine. Whispering
in my ear she said Im not about to let go of you. And she
didnt. We made love in the parking garage in her car before
leaving the airport before she took me to her flat. I never
made it to the strip, but that was the best two week vacation
any cowboy ever had.
If you liked that there is more and better than where that
came from.
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