Getting up, up and away with it (Part 1)
story by sloppy1
The departure lounge at Heathrow can be hell at this time of year, but I keep telling myself it’ll be worth it. It’s late autumn and I’m taking a trip to Chicago on a work project. Only, I’ve been sent out later than the others, they’ve been there for 2 weeks already. I settle down for a long wait to board the plane, so naturally I start scouting around for any tasty morsels that could stir my imagination. Just as I started to scan the room for any sweeping ankles dangling
stilettos from their toes, across my view floats this fur wrapped blonde bombshell
with her arm cradling this senile man in his eighties. As I managed to raise my gaze above the neck of this blonde, who had an ass
you could bounce pennies from and a set of titties that could make your cock
look insignificant, all held together in 4-inch white stilettos and seamed sheer
white stockings that made me want to lick the lines all the way to her dripping
pussy, I realised, “She must be in her mid to late forties, if not her fifties?
Wow”.
I couldn’t believe my ears when I looked up out of my stupor to hear her ask
me if the seats opposite were taken. Of course they weren’t, if they had been
I’d have paid the people to move. She lowered the old guy in his seat and sat
down next to him, directly in front of me. I tried as hard as I could to look
anywhere but at the curve of this woman’s calves, at the crook of her ankle,
up her skirt but she nailed me every time and I’d look away, feigning embarrassment.
Only when she opened her coat a little did I look up and catch her eye, catching
a glimpse of her cleavage too on the way up. As I looked, she smiled at me.
She smiled and slowly licked her bottom lip. I’m positive she saw my swelling
crotch when she flicked her gaze momentarily, because she slowly uncrossed her
legs. My cock throbbed as I listened to the swish of nylon friction as her legs
unfolded.
In my mind I already have her kneeling over the back of her chair, holding her
ass open while I slide my rock hard cock in and out of her swollen sphincter
as she begs me to fill her asshole with my cum.
Ah, you can always dream!
I couldn’t help indulging myself on her thighs as she looked on with that smile
growing across her blood red lips and her skirt riding up her thigh as she wriggled
that luscious rump about in her chair.
The air stewardess called the seat numbers out for us to board. My only concern
now was to get rid of this tent pole in my pants before I had to get up. I thought
my flirting session was over but to my absolute amazement the ‘couple’ opposite
rose to the call of seat numbers just ahead of my own. “I’ll be sitting close
by”, I thought, “At least I can listen to her stockings swish on this long haul”.
We shuffled along to the gate like herded cattle and I insisted I get in behind
her, just for a close sniff to make that stomach-pulling wank I’m giving myself
as soon as we’re airborne all the more memorable.
As we danced the world’s slowest two-step towards the gate I inhaled her ‘till
my lungs were full, suddenly I felt the blood drain to my crotch when she slipped
her hand back through her coat and palmed my balls, gave me a few test squeezes
and withdrew her hand again to grunt an approval.
I was never more than a few feet behind her, watching those nylon clad pins
balance on pinpoints all the way to my seat behind her on the plane.
During the thirty minutes until we were comfortably airborne, I could think
of nothing more than straddling her, with my cock deep in her ass, using her
bra strap for reins and galloping off into the sunset. The flight-path may well
have been comfortable but the strain on my pants was far from it. Any longer
and I’d be getting stains showing through, I was gushing. I needed to crack
one off, very soon. She must have heard me moving shit around behind her as
I made an effort to get up and release my T-shirt out over my boner before I
was hanging hats for the neighbours. As I stood up I looked over and down onto
her side, to be greeted by the nastiest nurses uniform in porn history. Full
plump 36 DDD titties crowded into the strapless top half of a mid thigh uniform
and those legs folded lightly against each other exposing a stocking top. This
could be my first hands free spud blowing experience if I don’t stop glaring
at paradise, mesmerised like a dog staring at the ocean. Just then she looked
up and smiled and as she put her hand up to introduce herself.
I was way ahead of her, spraying man chowder down the front of her face and
over her chin splashing down onto those milky shores as in every memorable money
shot. I’d almost forgotten to shake her hand as I broke from my dream but when
I did cradle her hand in welcome I felt something between us, I was sure of
it. The upshot was the introducing was done. Now for a whirlwind record breaking
bishop bashing and be back before she draws another breath.
When I finally got to the toilet and sat down I had a closer reflection on what
I’d just felt between us and I knew I’d seen that before… it was a piece of
paper. On it was written the following verse,
‘When you hear 3 then 2 then 1
knocks on the toilet door,
let me in and I’ll be your whore.’
This had to be a wind up, so the drill is I open the toilet door with my bags
around my ankles to expose myself to the other passengers and get locked in
the cargo hold for the duration until my arrest in Chicago, fucking sweet. I
must have ‘sucker’ written all over me.
Maybe she’s an ordinary chick that gets paid my annual salary every week to
dress up in kinky outfits to please this crumbling billionaire, who likes to
think he’s getting his own back by traveling with the plebes in Economy class.
Maybe she pulls this ‘note’ trick or variations of it everywhere she goes just
to spite the gormless fools who drool on her. ‘Fuck this’ I thought ‘I’m not
getting stung here’.
I looked at my now semi thick dripping favorite muscle and felt a need to get
out of this bog closet pronto but not before binning my sodden under bags. They
were soaked in pre-cum. ‘That bitch could’ve lost me everything. Fucker! Fuck
– her!…… But what a ride she could have made. Using her pelvic floor to suck
my swollen cock deep into her pussy all the time blinding me with gallons of
milky breast flesh. I wouldn’t have lasted a minute with that kind of dirt in
my lap.’
Just then the expected, knock knock knock, pause, knock, knock, shorter pause,
knock.
I got myself together, all tidied up and presentable, albeit without any boxers
and pulled across the door.
Well I could have shat myself because there she stood. She pushed me back into
the cubicle and closed the door behind her, pushing the lock fast.
I was sitting back down on the bog seat now as she pulled her top down to release
those bags of joy. I had to release my rigid cock, any more straining and I
might have to bin the trousers too. She pulled up her skirt and fuck me sideways
if she didn’t have a pair of really sheer nude tights on underneath her stockings.
She dropped to her knees and engulfed my Kojak until I felt the tip of her nose
on my groin. I must have been in her throat. She pulled back up and with stream
of spit / pre-cum strung between her lips and the eye of my storm she dived
back down, wrapping her ruby red lips around my shaft and fucked my cock with
her throat. She gulped back up again and stared down on my cock licking underneath
my helmet and easing a finger all the way up my ass then furiously wanked my
man pole for about 10 seconds. Just as quickly everything stopped.
‘Get up’, she said ‘I need to pee.’
We swapped positions, she balanced above the toilet seat and let go a stream
of piss through the gusset of her tights. This woman must have read my fantasy
diary. Fucking awesome.
Just before she finished peeing she rubbed her snatch and ripped open the dark
patch of her tights to air a wet, piss dripping pussy with a well-groomed nose
tickler just above her throbbing clit. She must have been strumming her guitar
gash before she came in, that clit was huge.
‘Right’ she said, ‘we don’t have long. I want it as good and as quick as you
can make it. I want your cock in my ass and your cum in my throat.’
With that she turned around and grabbed the back of the toilet. Those front
bumpers were hanging like zeppelins in the breeze. Her ass opened as my cock
drew close, almost in reflex. I swung my cock into her ass and drove it balls
deep with only the grip a pre-cum-lined asshole can give a man. I fucked that
hole hard and fast, withdrawing until I could glimpse my cock rim then forcing
it back home.
I needed more leverage and as I had dreamt it, so it should happen. I stood
on the edge of the bog seat and flexed my knees either side and gripped her
sexy sheer ass, pulling her ass wide open to rest my cock in her ass mouth.
I bunched her uniform and the top of her tights into my grip to use as a rein
and rode that ass all the way into the sunset. If you had seen the smile on
my face as I looked down to see that wide ass in nude nylon, those white stockinged
legs disappearing to infinity at the point of those stilettos and my cock at
the entrance to nirvana.
I galloped as fast as I could. My senses overloaded and my cock ready to burst.
She was sucking one of her own nipples to drown out the groans when someone
knocked on the door and asked what was going on.
My ride calmly answered that she was a nurse and was helping me ‘unburden my
load’. As we sniggered, still mounted but now using slow strokes in and out
of her sweet asshole. At this pace I could feel the nylon in her ass crack brushing
my cock, making every in-stroke all the more pleasurable.
It was one of the stewardess’s and she insisted we open the door. My ride, still
on a no-name basis, told me to turn around and open the door slowly. The stewardess
poked her head around the door and smiled when she witnessed the scene before
her.
She came in and shut the door behind her and said, ‘Hello, Betty I didn’t realise
you were on this flight. Room for one more in this game?’
‘Not likely I said, I’m just on the verve of spraying right now.’
‘I know a cure for that’ the stewardess said.
She pulled up her skirt, pulled out the waistband of her sheer black tights
and jammed her fingers into her pussy. She fished about as if looking to find
something, pulled her fingers out and rammed two of them into my ass.
True to her word it worked. I was in heaven. Fucking Betty’s tight asshole was
a dream but to have another nylon wearing beauty with her fingers up my hole,
pumping in time with my cock thrusts was too much. I told the women I was about
to cum.
I think I heard her ass pop as my cock whipped out of it. Betty turned around
and swallowed my throbbing pole. The stewardess still had her fingers in my
ass as I coated the inside of Betty’s throat with male emulsion. It started
to spill from her mouth so she pulled my cock out and took the rest of it on
her tits.
I still hadn’t felt the ejaculation but when the stewardess slid her hand from
my ass I felt the tingle in my groin. She bent over to lick the cum from Betty
tits, lifting them up to suck hard on her nipples too. Betty then tilted her
head forward towards the stewardess’s mouth and dripped my cum into the stewardess’s
waiting gullet. Between them the swallowed everything I gave, leaving no trace.
We cleaned up quickly and left the toilet one by one.
I returned to my seat smelling like cupid’s gymnasium. I sat there for a while
remembering all that had just happened, when Betty slipped me another note.
‘A repeat in the first class showers with Teresa, stewardess, in an hour or
so?’
(To Be Continued…)
Story posted by sloppy1
on Thursday, April 07, 2005 @ 10:21:51 PDT
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