Mile High Club ๐ถ
His hands on me spoke volumes, and this feeling was more interesting than a passing conversation. I do not know what came over me, but I enjoyed the thought of sex with a stranger in the dark. This was crazy, and I should be more cautious, but I did not want to stop him.
โMmhmm. You smell sweet.โ, he spoke softly and quietly.
โThank you. Floral body mist for the win.โ, I replied awkwardly.
โI was not talking about your perfume.โ, I could hear his smirk.
The moist spot between my legs had given me away. He had pulled me onto his lap, and I sat there as his hands explored my body. I could feel a hesitation in his touch, like he was unsure this was what he wanted.
Turbulence caused me to lose my steadiness. To balance myself against the knocking plane, I had to grab him. My hands touched his bare skin. It sent a tingle of excitement to my core. My desire running blind into the thrill.
I started to gasp, but his hand covered my mouth like he knew what I was about to do. He must have felt it too. He removed his hand from my mouth and continued exploring my body. Anticipating my soft moans.
I was unsure I should even be doing this; we were on a plane, and people were all around. My body continued to betray me as my breathing got heavy in response to his hands learning every curve. It was pitch black, so no one could see what was happening.
The chairs in first-class were large enough for me to comfortably straddle him with my legs on either side of his body. I conformed to him. This position set the tone of consent, giving my body to him. It was proof that I was willing to take what he was willing to give me.
He was tall enough that we were face to face as I sat comfortably in his lap. Our bodies took up the whole chair. My head tilted back as he slid his hands up my thighs and then towards my ass, grabbing himself a handful.
โMmhmm.โ he said as he used this grip to pull me closer to him, spreading my legs even wider.
I could not help but explore him, too. I ran my hands through his hair. It was faded on the sides and thick on the top. A young haircut and enough to grab in the heat of wild sex with a stranger.
His bangs hung down in his face, almost reaching his nose. As I ran my hands along his face, I noticed a little stubble on his square jawline and one earring in his left ear. I am sure he was hot, but the mystery only made my sexual desire increase.
Running my hands along his chest, I felt the soft cotton short sleeve tee he was wearing. I could feel raised lines along both of his arms. These must be tattoos. What I would give to see this art in the light.
I traced my fingers over his biceps and upward, past his neck to the back of his head. Using both hands, I pulled his head to my chest as I inched my core closer to him. Letting him take in a deep breath of my scent, hopefully intoxicating him. The scent of my arousal that he was causing.
With precision, he ran his hands all over my body like he had studied my features for years. He knew what I looked like, smelt like, and soon what I would taste like... but I had no clue what my mystery man looked like.
Hell, I have not even touched a man this way in 2 years. I was open-minded and thought about having sex, but the opportunity never arose. I never put myself in a position for a man to want me, so I was drinking this up.
His hands went for my zipper, and I let him. He unzipped my hoodie, and I let it fall to the floor as he slid it down my arms. These large hands never left my body. Each movement was a continuation of his arousal.
It seriously must have been the alcohol; I would never do this in the real world. He ran his hands up my stomach and cupped each of my breasts, giving them a tight grip and pull, just enough to ensure each nipple was erect.
I felt his hard erection below some soft jersey knit sweatpants. Those pants were not doing a good job of controlling the monster trying to escape. It was definitely not a vegetable.
I grabbed his hair and gave it a light pull. Making his head tilt back while grinding my body against his. We were dry humping to the motion of the turbulence. The bit of fabric between us was causing frustration.
"Uahh, mmhmm.", my quiet motions were evoking subtle moans from him.
โIs this why you pulled me in here?โ I whispered in his ear, giving his right lope a nibble.
โNot at first, but I am not going to ask you to stop.โ, he said through heavy breaths.
"I have never done this before.", I confessed as he leaned in to taste and kiss my neck.
"Just sit back, stay quiet, and enjoy because I will not let you leave until you come...", he paused to give my hair a light pull.
"Even if the plane lands first.", he was in direct control of my life and pleasure.
Before this got any further, I had to ask, โDo you have a condom?โ.
โNo, I do not, but I do not have to fuck you to make you come.โ, then he picked me up as if I weighed nothing.
He turned me around to sit on him, facing the seat in front. It took all of my self-control to not grab the seat in front of me. I did not want to let anyone know what we were doing.
My back was pressed to his chest with one arm around my waist, massaging my breast and the other arm rising to my neck. He grabbed my neck in a sexual way, giving me a light choke and pulling my weight downward onto his lap.
His other hand left my breast to travel down my navel, teasing my waistband. I rocked my body to tease him back. Something about him made me want to lose control.
"Try not to make any noise.", he slid his hand under the elastic of my leggings.
My chest rapidly rising and falling. The grip on my neck allowed him to feel my heart beating. My eyes closing to escape the darkness and imagine what this man looked like.
โYou are not wearing any panties, mmhmm and you are so wet alreadyโ, he said in a sultry tone.
I did not dare move or speak; this was a sexual fantasy most women only dream of. He used his thumb to circle my bud at a steady pace, making me squirm and whimper quietly. His hand left my neck to cover my mouth to muffle my moans.
"Uahhh.", a needy moan escaped my lips.
I sucked on his fingers to keep my mouth busy. My hands tightly gripped the armrests to keep myself steady because my feet were not on the floor. They were spread to either side of his knee, and his height made it impossible to touch the ground.
While continuing to pleasure my bud, he used his middle finger to separate my folds and expose my most sensitive area. I was dripping wet, so it was easy for him to penetrate me with a finger. His one finger was large enough to please a woman.
His hand rocked back and forth while his thumb circled my bud. His tempo increased as I took short, quick breaths, grasping for air. He slid in a second finger and increased his speed. Intensively back and forth, in and out, while circling my bud.
I rocked my body, alternating the motion of his fingers to further my pleasure and deepen his reach. I had never been so sexually adventurous, but I let go of control. I let myself enjoy being touched.
Just when I thought I could hold on a little longer, he whispered in my ear, โThatโs right, cum all over my fingers so that I can taste what I did to you.โ.
At that moment, a euphoria broke out. My body began to convulse as my hot liquid covered his two fingers. I quietly moaned in exhaustion as I fell limp on his chest. His hand covering my mouth did not let any sound escape, but I did bite him.
His fingers were steady inside of me as he waited for me to come down from my orgasmic high. I could not breathe or see, but I felt him pull his fingers out of my core and bring them to his face. Like he told me in the beginning, he tasted me.
I heard him suck his fingers dry, and reality struck me. What the fuck was I doing? He was a complete stranger, and I let him inside of me. My awkwardness came out from hiding.
"Umm, thanks, I think. I really should go now before my friend comes looking for me.", I composed myself, smoothing my leggings into place.
I did not waste any time. I can not believe what just happened. Very embarrassed as I quickly gathered my hoodie and rushed to put it back on.
โYou taste better than I could have imagined,โ he said as I stood up to leave.
Without saying a word, I quickly returned to my seat in row 10. Satisfied and confused... did I just join the mile-high club?