High Jacking

I pretended to be shocked. "Of course not," I lied. "I'm a married woman."

"Oh come on," Leah whispered. "This qualifies as a special circumstance. I mean husbands are wonderful. But sometimes the laws of nature take precedence over marriage vows. He obviously likes you. He came back here and sat right down in the seat beside you. I'm assigning you to be the researcher here. You know we're both dying to see it and handle it. And since you're the one he likes, you have to be the one to do it." She smiled and her eyes were lit like a little girl's amazed and curious and shamelessly honest. Right then and there, I decided I trusted her. We were partners in crime. Two married women whose husbands were, for the time being, the last things on our minds.

"You're crazy," I said. "I don't do that sort of thing. Besides, even if he wanted to . . . umm. 'get into something,' with me, people come down this aisle to get to the restrooms."

Leah laughed again. "You're such a naïve innocent," she said. "That's why the airlines provide blankets. You can use it to cover him up. Do I have to tell you everything?"

I shook my head, "Oh I can't believe I even brought up the subject of logistics. I'm a married woman I can't even let my mind work this way."

Leah made a face at me and stuck out her tongue. "Spoil sport!" she said, and after taking one last longing look at the imprint of his big dick, she started to push the cart farther down the hall. But then she stopped again and turned back. "Okay," she whispered, "But here's the deal: If you DO allow yourself to give in to temptation, you have to make him show it to me, okay? I mean I'll cover for you, but you have to include me in the action, okay?"

"I'm not going to…" I started.

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "But if you DO, promise me you'll let me see it and maybe play with it a little with you. I’m burning up with curiosity."

"Okay, okay," I laughed quietly. "I promise. Now get away and let me sleep." I said it just to get her off my back.

When she left, my heart began to slow down a little. I turned my face back to the window and thought it through logically. I had punished Bill by sitting back here away from him. He would want me like crazy by the time we arrived in Baltimore. We would make up later and we would have some good, fiery reconciliation sex. I would fantasize about this stud as Bill fucked me and it would be out of my system.

I smiled to myself as I drifted off to sleep, thinking that was the end of it.

- - - - - - - - -

I don't know how much time went by. I was in a deep sleep, still turned on my left side and facing the window, when I felt something. I began to stir a little and realized someone was stroking me, moving his hand smooth and slow from my right shoulder, down my right arm, over my belly and down to the inside of my right thigh. A little alarm was going off in me telling me I should be outraged, that I should put an immediate stop to it. But I was still half asleep and it felt so-oo good. It felt like just what I needed. Somehow, I was powerless to move.

Then I could feel his warm breath on the side of my face as he moved his hand in wider circles and kept it more focused on my inner thigh. Again, I knew I should sit up abruptly and say, "Hey cool, it buster, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" But he was touching me with such overwhelming confidence. I just couldn't will myself to stir from the state of sleepy eroticism that was pouring through me and warming me. "Wha -- What are you doing?" I murmured. It came out more like a sigh.

"Shhh," he said, and he began kissing the side of my face, tenderly but with real authority. There's a certain spot, under my ear where my jaw meets my neck. I call it my "secret spot." I love when Bill kisses me there. Nothing gets me more aroused. But he hadn't bothered to kiss me there in a long time. How did this total stranger know I liked it?

"What are you doing?" I asked again, but with even less conviction than the first time.

"Shhh," he repeated and he turned me toward him. When my face was just inches from his, he smiled, stroked my face and kissed me full on the mouth. It felt heavenly. His breath was fresh and sweet. I wondered about mine but he set me at ease by saying "Mmm, you kiss great." And he kissed me again.

I felt a rush of heat roll through me and I kissed him back, hard and passionately. I heard him sigh and moan a little. "Yeah, that's good," he said. "Hold still." And with that he moved away slightly, lifted the arm of the seat up and slid it into the slot and out of our way. He covered us both with the blanket and began kissing me again.

And again I kissed him back with all my might. I was tingling all over.

I was wearing a bulky sweater over a T shirt and no bra. He slid his hands underneath and began to rub my breasts, taking his time, spending long moments on one, then moving to the other. I have always felt a little self-conscious about my tits. They're small and I know Bill wishes they were bigger.

But this stranger was handling them so expertly and with such deep enjoyment, he made me feel proud of them. "Mmm," he said. "They're so pert and lovely. They feel so great in my hands. I've gotta taste them." It was way more of a statement than a request.

I closed my eyes and shivered at his words. "Okay," I heard my own voice whisper softly. I felt so wild and nasty.

His head disappeared under the blanket and I felt him take my right breast into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the nipple, then teasingly moved his mouth up to the area above the nipple, then below, then back to the nipple again. He moved to the left one and gave it little nibbling kisses that sent thrilling shockwaves all through my body.

He alternated between them, making me feel like a queen as I kept watch for people coming up the aisle.

I’m not sure exactly when he got my belt undone and slid my jeans and panties down (I was in another world). But at some point I realized they were around my ankles and he was sliding the side of his right index finger back and forth over my clit. My knees were wide apart and I was gushing.

It was a long time before he actually put his fingers inside me. It's hard to explain, but it was like he was being a "gentleman," if that makes any sense. I mean by this time I know he knew he had me. I was like warm Jell-O in his hands. But still he was extending something like "good manners" to me, waiting a nice long while before finger-fucking me.

When he finally did get to it, I was completely out of my mind. He put two fingers in and slid them in and out, each time making sure to come all the way up to stimulate my clit.

Several times, people came up the aisle to the restroom. When they did, we kept the blanket over us and pretended to be sound asleep. No one passing by could tell we were even touching, much less that he had his fingers deep in my sopping wet pussy.

When they went back to their seats, he resumed the finger-fucking, all the while kissing my neck and squeezing me, with passion but not too hard, with his left arm.

At one point, I couldn't resist anymore, the combination of sheer curiosity, intrigue and the powerful desire to please him overcame me and I reached down to his lap and put my hand on that humongous baseball bat of his straining against his sweatpants.

By this time I was so sex-drunk that I had no inhibitions left. I heard the words coming from my lips but couldn't believe it was me saying them. I was absolutely crazy. "Take these pants down," I moaned softly into his ear. "Let me get my hands on this big bare prick."

In the dim light, I could see him smile with pride. He was making me a crazy cock-craving whore and he loved it. He lifted his sexy ass up off the seat and undid the bow of the drawstring. Then he slid his sweatpants down to his ankles. He wasn't wearing underpants. (Somehow it was the perfect, nasty touch.) No one was nearby so we moved the blanket away and I finally feasted my eyes on that gigantic dick.

Whoa! I almost fainted at the sight of it. Not only was it the hugest cock I'd ever seen (a terrible understatement), it was also the hardest. I just sat there looking for a few minutes before I even touched it. It looked so beautiful! A crystal pearl of precum glistened on the tip. And his balls were amazing too. So powerful looking.

Finally, I couldn't resist any longer. I reached down with my left hand and started jacking him. At first I was a little intimidated and overwhelmed by the size of it. But soon, I was really going to town. I jacked him faster and faster, keeping my palm toward the top of his dick, just under the head, where I knew all the feeling was. "Yeah, yeah, perfect," he said. "Just like that."

Now and then I would tease him, slowing down and pretending I was going to stop jacking him. Of course it was all in fun (no way I had the willpower to stop now). But he didn't let me get away with it. "No, no, no, no. Don't stop!" he whispered. "If you slow down I'm going to take you over my lap right here in this seat and spank your ass so hard, people in first class will hear you crying!"

We both laughed, but I sure quickened the pace again.

Oh, man! It made me so giddy. The sound of him urging me to continue the pleasure I was giving him, coupled with his thrusts up and down in rhythm with my strokes gave me a heady sense of power. I was working his enormous dick and controlling his pleasure with my hand! It was all like some strange drug, taking me right out of my mind.

And I loved the way his fantastic balls moved up and down in time with my jacking. His sack was tight around them, holding them firm, the imprint of them clear and hard. It looked like he had two golf balls in there. Now and then I would change hands and jack his big dick with my right hand so I could bounce those beauties with my left.

I still don't know what there was about this man that made me unable to resist him, but it felt great to know I had the power to thrill him as long as I had this colossal cock in my hands.

"God I love this amazing dick. How am I doing?" I whispered in his ear, fishing for compliments. (I knew I was doing great!)

He just moaned and grinned wider.

I figured this was the time to bring up the subject of Leah. He was getting bigger and harder by the minute and he was gushing gallons of precum. I took some of it on my hand and used it to lube the shaft of that enormous rod of his and asked him: "Would you… um, would you mind if I showed off a little?"

"Huh?" he asked.

"You see that lovely flight attendant? Leah? Well we were talking about you before you woke up and she told me she would help cover for us if I would let her see your dick and watch me jack it."

A huge grin covered his face. "Oh yeah!" he said.