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Mile High ClubIt was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in Brisbane for the long journey home to Boston. This was the end of a month-long campervan vacation in Australia, and I, for one, was overjoyed to be heading back to some normalcy. For an entire month my wife Anne (I call her "the queen") had avoided sex in the campervan, or anywhere else for that matter, since "the children are nearby." The irony of her way of thinking will be evident shortly. Actually, she is not very interested in sex anytime, since she was taught by her mother that sex was "dirty." The only time she ever saw her parents making love, they were fully clothed (hike up the skirt, dear - I'll just quickly unzip.) Sometimes I wonder how we ever ended up with three children; one is grown and on her own, the two boys (Ralph, 17 and Trevor, 14) were with us on holiday. Because I travel regularly, I have opportunity for other sexual outlets during the year, but four plus weeks within close quarters with a demanding uptight woman does not give you much opportunity to develop alternatives. I had some first class upgrade coupons, but at check-in time was told there was only one seat available. Anne immediately volunteered because of her "potential for a bad back," and was seated in 3A. The boys and I were given 21K/L and 22L. This was aisle and window seating in the 2-5-2 configuration, and the last two rows in the second section. I took the single seat, and let Ralph and Trevor sit together for the first ten-hour segment of the flight. An attractive woman dressed in a loose sweater and very tight blue jeans took the seat next to me. I could see that Ralph was uncomfortable and maybe even a little jealous, since he kept turning around to talk to me, but she was too old (29) to be interested in him. She introduced herself as Christine, "You can call me Melanie." She was about five foot eight, light brown (almost blond) long hair, a nice ass - firm and high, breasts with an impact even through her shapeless sweater, and obviously in good physical condition. Melanie was headed for Miami to pick up her belongings from a recent divorce; she and her husband had been working together on private yachts for eight years, and he had developed a cocaine habit. When he would not seek help to end his drug addiction, and more immediately after a close call with customs in Australia last year, she decided then and there to split from him, filed for divorce, stayed in Brisbane, and had just been notified the divorce was final. In the meantime, she had met another guy she wanted to stay with, and was going to Miami to settle up the property and return to her new lover. This I discovered during dinner conversation and over a few shared glasses of wine. Looking into my eyes, she confided she was "now free and ready for some excitement." The movie started, the flight attendants went around the cabin to lower all the shades, and Melanie said, "I'd rather talk, if it's OK with you; this movie is terrible." I had also seen the movie and agreed. We spent the next two hours getting to know each other better. Melanie at one point said, "You have terrific eyes, I get really turned on by eyes." We talked about the kids, and when she asked if I was married and learned about Anne in the front cabin, she thought it displayed selfish behaviour and then never mentioned my arital status again. By now, the boys had fallen asleep, and just before the end of the movie, Melanie excused herself for a few minutes, reached into the overhead bin for her carry-on (stretched long enough to get my mind focused on her hips and legs in those wonderful tight jeans,) and headed to the lavatory in the back. When she returned, she was wearing loose-fitting sweatpants, and when she asked if I minded if she lifted the arm dividing the seats, I replied "Of course not!" By now I had an idea of what she had in mind, because she had confided during the movie that one of her greatest turn-ons was the risk of discovery while having sex. "My husband was not a great lover, but in the close confines of the boat it was always exciting to fuck without anyone nearby knowing about it; I had more orgasms from fucking near other people than from the sex act itself." As she shared this with me, she was already visibly breathing more quickly. Melanie and I arranged the blankets over both of us, now no longer separated, and curled up like spoons in the otherwise crowded seats. I started to give her a back rub, slowly working over her muscles by now cramped from the first five hours of the flight. She purred quietly, and after a while squirmed her shapely ass on the seat, pushing it back into my growing erection. With both hands I reached around under her loose sweater, and fondled her globes, her nipples growing firmer under my gentle stroking. Melanie reached back and with one hand released my belt, then unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants. I whispered in her ear, "How do you do that? I can't even do that with one hand, and they'remy pants." She laughed, and said, "Years of practice; don't worry, it gets better." My hard-on sprang out of my tight bikini briefs as she pulled the waistband forward, and she whispered, "I'm glad you're not wearing boxer shorts, I can't stand them." Melanie began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing with its own
lubrication. She used the pre-come to help rotate her fingers gently
around the head, stroking it with ever firmer pressure. I withdrew my
hands from under her sweater to push my pants down further, allowing me to slip
the briefs down below my swollen balls, which she now explored with her questing
hand. My hands were now free, and I hungrily reached forward for her erect nipples,
shortly afterward sliding my right hand down her belly and slipping it under the
waistband of her sweatpants. Just then, the stewardess came down the aisle, paused noticeably as she came up to our row, glared at me (me? why me? there are two of us here, you know!), almost said something, then apparently decided that since we were bothering nobody else, she would keep moving. Thank God! While we were both close to fully clothed at that time, there was little chance she could do anything legally disastrous, but who needs the embarrassment, or the hassle from the kids for that matter. As the stewardess left, Melanie whispered. "She knows exactly what we
are doing, and she's jealous! Now I want to have your prick inside
me. I'll keep quiet, but I need you to fuck me now." With this, she
lifted her ass off the seat and slid her sweats down below her knees, then
separated her legs slightly and moved back so I could slide into her dripping
pussy from behind. | ||||
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