mile high club

mile high club

It starts while we are waiting at the passport control.
Secret looks back and forth.
Curious, longing, wanting, needing.
I see a really good-looking man.
With a well shaped body.
Naughty look, well-dressed clothes.
I wonder what you think of me and how you see me, now, here, in this waiting line of joy, traveling is so much fun.
For me this is a business trip. I wear a tight pencil skirt with a silk blouse, high heels, red lipstick. Dress to impress.
During the entire tax free shopping, I lost you there for a moment, but not for long, because exactly when I want to board, I find you again and you me and how. Your look … I feel you, I feel my clitoris tingle when I look at you and you look back, lascivious.
Once on board, it’s almost funny to see how everything is ‘right’ and how we seem to be ‘sent’ to each other. We are both at the front, extra legroom, yeah, baby, make that extra everything.
I’ve forgotten to tell you that I don’t wear any panties, I never do that when I wear a very tight pencil skirt, I don’t like it. So now you know. I do not wear underwear.
Does that change anything? Perhaps, but still the outcome remains the same.
That gazing at each other and horny yearning for more, has given you a big hard cock. I can see it. And I feel it. I open my legs and show you my pussy, volatile, because imagine if we get caught, o boy, I give you a wink, laugh my sparkling laugh and keep my eyes on infinity. Well, infinity, the end of the aisle, of this plane. And because we’re at the front, that’s super super close. How cool do you want it?
You perfectly understand. I knew it.
We proceed in horniness, by slightly removing on our chair, showing more, legs open, legs closed, fingers that go in and out, smelling, tasting, staring, not saying a word, lick my lips, you yours, your cock that wants out of your pants and I who sees/feels that.
It’s waiting for the right moment to come. And if that happens, everything succeeds.
Once in the toilet we don’t have a lot of time.
You let me lead.
I choose to suck your cock while I finish myself.
I take you in my mouth, greedy, deep, intense and good, I take all of you, baby and work you slowly, but certainly. I like your warm seed in my mouth, you taste so well.
I also bring myself there, up in the air.
With a blush on my cheeks and your smile from ear to ear, back in our chairs.
It is a short flight and before we know it, the pilot sets off on landing. We are going down, but not our mood.
With a wide open smile this time, we don’t exchange looks, but business cards.
I’m not going to call you and I know you aren’t gonna call me also. But that’s perfectly oké. This was so good and horny and exactly as it should be.
Now about to the order of the day and my plan the campaign.
Hi Paris, I’m here.

(to be continued)


All artwork by Puck Rietveld

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