Laura at 30 000 Feet

Still keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I carefully peeled back the gusset of her pants from the top of her thighs and let two fingers come into gentle contact with the damp entrance to her pussy. It felt as warm and wet as the inside of a mouth. She gasped the cutest little gasp and looked at me adoringly, as though she would be at my mercy forever. I think at that moment I may have fallen in love. Holding the crotch of her pants away with my thumb, I rubbed my fingers back and forth over her slippery pussy lips, feeling them grow wetter by the second.

Laura responded by sliding her own hand back under my blanket and into my trousers, taking hold again of my erection. She began to wank me once more, her hand mirroring the rhythm of my own against her wet little pussy. Continuing to gaze transfixed at one another in the dim light of the cabin, we slowly and carefully masturbated one another with the same delicacy and concentration of federal agents diffusing an explosive device.

Laura was so wet down there that I was able to insert my forefinger quite deep into her pussy, while continuing to rub her clitoris with the palm of my hand. I could feel her whole body held rigid and still, as though the slightest fluctuation in her position might halt the pleasure that was steadily building. To make matters more sexy I realised she was still chewing gum.

Meanwhile Laura was returning the favour by massaging my erection up and down, allowing it and her hand to get slipperier with all the juice I was involuntarily providing. It cannot have been long when I sensed I was about to have an almighty orgasm. In fact so impendingly almighty did it feel, I wondered if it might be going to cause a mild turbulence to the aircraft. I think my face must have signalled what was about to happen because Laura’s eyes grew wide, and she grinned with pride and naughty anticipation.

The next moment her mother suddenly sat up on the seat beside her. I pulled my arm away from Laura’s crotch sharply.

“Are you alright?”, her mother asked softly, noticing her daughter was turned away. She placed her hand gently on Laura’s shoulder.

Laura’s wanking-arm froze, as did my previously bucking hips. She turned to her mother, a picture of innocence, as I felt my cock twitch and began to unload jet after jet of warm spunk over her hand (which was still tightly gripped around my shaft), and the inside of my jogging trousers. The pleasure was so intense I almost fainted, and yet fear prevented me from letting anything show in my face. My cock continued to spasm for what seemed like a blissful age, and I felt the whole area in my trousers get copiously rained upon by a veritable storm of my own goo.

“I’m fine, Mom”, said Laura in what could have been an Academy Award winning performance of ‘innocent-girl- wakes-on-a-plane’. She let her hand slip from the drenched confines of my jogging trousers and returned it carefully to the safety of her own blanket.

“I’m going to stretch my legs”, her mother said and folding up her seat-tray, handed a half-cup of water to Laura as she got up. Laura took the cup with her right hand and I felt sick when I spotted that her fingers were still coated in the residue of my sperm. Fortunately her mother didn’t seem to notice. Laura noticed however and once her mother had departed, she began to wipe her fingers on the paper of the vomit bag which she took from the seat in front. She smiled at me again and I smiled back, albeit a little embarrassed.

“I wish we weren’t on this plane”, she said to me dreamily after a while, raising that devastating eyebrow once more as she did so.

I fell in love with her again.

“Me too”, I said goofily, wincing inside at how much my reply sounded like bad Hollywood movie dialogue.

Realising what a mess I was in, I figured I ought to go to the lavatory to clean up. I stood up and discovered a damp lake was staining my trousers, so I wrapped the blanket around me like a Sarong and passing Laura’s seat, I headed off down the aisle.

On my way to the toilet, I passed Laura’s Mom coming back towards me. I saw her notice the blanket-‘skirt’ I was wearing and in my paranoia I ascribed unlikely thoughts to the woman: that she knew why I was concealing myself with the blanket and was well aware what I had been doing with her daughter.

There were eight toilet cubicles grouped together on opposite sides of a mini-hallway, halfway down the aisle. I put myself in one of the vacant compartments. It had one of those space-saving folding doors and I found it tricky locking it into place behind me. Once secure in the brightly lit little booth, I paused for a minute and released a long audible breath, able to register fully what had just happened now I was alone.

I unwrapped the blanket from my waist and surveyed the flood damage to my trousers, in the long mirror upon the wall. How the hell was I going to cover up a damp patch that size, I wondered. It looked like I had pissed myself. Twice.

Deciding to deal with the cause of the problem first, I pulled down my trousers and looked at myself in the mirror. My cock was flaccid but had that recently-serviced look of fat satisfaction about it. My pubic hair had been reduced to an afro of tangled sticky knots.

I used paper towels and an awkward manoeuvre over the hand basin to wash and pad myself dry. When I finally felt clean and comfortable again, I turned my attention back to the state of my trousers. Rubbing away at the damp stain with a paper towel as though I were sanding down a door, I made frustratingly scant progress and decided to simply leave the stain until it had dried, and deal with any mark that might be left on the outside later. I took a piss, tried to make my hair look less unkempt in the mirror (which is a pretty tough call on an aeroplane) and wrapped the blanket back around my waist, exiting the cubicle.

The moment I emerged from the folding door, I saw Laura waiting in the aisle by the little hallway of toilets. It struck me all over again how beautiful she was. I assumed she had been waiting for a toilet to become vacant but before I knew what was happening, she was pushing me back into the toilet cubicle and quickly following after me.

It was even more cramped inside when we were in, and Laura had as much trouble as I had done trying to lock the door behind us. Once the lock was in place she leaned in to me, pressing my back to the rear wall of the cubicle, the toilet bowl positioned between my parted legs, and she began to kiss me passionately. It was a deliciously naïve kiss – all tongues and no subtlety – but it was terrifically erotic. Her lips were warm and wet and she still had a ball of pink gum in her mouth that made her kiss taste like artificial strawberry-flavouring. I instinctively ran my hands through her hair and down her back as we slobbered on each other.

Next thing I knew, Laura was kissing her way down my t-shirt until she reached my ‘skirt’ which she unwrapped and whipped away, like she was removing a tablecloth without disturbing the contents of a table. Peeling back my jogging bottoms, she pulled them down over my stiff cock which had proudly prepared for battle again, and leaning over, she took the head into her mouth in one go, and started sucking me off.

Looking down at her purple-glittered cheeks and tanned skin as my erection slipped between her lips, all glistening and stiff, was a sight indeed. Better still, when I looked to my right into the long mirror, I could see my body awkwardly reclined against the wall, Laura bent over, and my cock sticking up in the air like a microphone while she slurped up and down on it. At one point she removed it from between her lips with a blob of pink bubble-gum stuck to the end. She giggled when she realised and swallowed my erection again, removing the gum with her lips and tongue.

After a sublime few further moments of sucking, she broke off and came up to kiss me again, her hand still hanging on to my penis. I could taste myself on her tongue as we kissed. I decided I wanted to see some more of the beautiful girl’s flesh. Switching places with her, I positioned her back to the wall and stuck my hands up her top to play again with her adorable little tits. She let me pull her vest and bra-top up until they were exposing her breasts and stomach and I clamped my mouth around her soft nipples, sucking on each until it became a thimble in my mouth. She was breathing heavily and still fumbling with my cock.

Leaving her top riding above her tits, I kissed down her sun-kissed stomach until I reached her pale blue jeans. They contrasted with the colour of her flesh like sea against dark sand. Unpopping the buttons one by one, I kissed south until I reached the whitest pair of girlie little knickers. She shuffled her bottom out of her jeans, allowing me to pull them down to her ankles and display the tiny pair of panties in their full glory. The words “sexy girl” were printed on the front in a retro-seventies font. I had a delicious view in the mirror of her tits, stomach and tanned thighs in the mirror, which made the white of her pants look striking. She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman I had ever had the privilege of undressing.

I kissed along her thighs and up around the waistband of her underwear before carefully peeling it down to reveal a dainty little strip of jet black fuzz and the plump lips of my stranger’s cunt. They were pink and swollen and soaking wet. I lowered her pants to meet the jeans at her feet and saw a pool of moisture that had dribbled on to the inside of the gusset.

I buried my face in her pussy and tasted the sticky honey that was oozing from her lips. Sliding my tongue inside, I lapped away at her with the hunger of a man who has not eaten for days (the flight attendant, had he been there, would have reminded me I should have eaten supper). Laura gripped my hair with her hands and pushed my face into her, parting her thighs as wide as she could, to allow me closer access. I paused for a moment and spun her around so that her pert little ass was in my face. The flesh of her buttocks was so tight and clean looking, like untrodden sand in a desert. I separated her ass cheeks with my fingers and dipped my face into her pussy again, slobbering for dear life all over her cunt.

I could see she was watching the whole scene in the mirror and getting off on the view as much as she was the sensation. And quite a view it was too; Laura’s top still riding up over her perky little tits and her ass sticking in my face. I had to crouch further down in order to get unhindered access to her, which was awkward with my own trousers around my ankles and my erection still jutting out like the telescope on a submarine. It was worth it however, for in my new position I was able to tongue-fuck the young beauty with all the passion and fervour I could muster.

Just as the two of us had all but lost ourselves in my energetic face-fucking, I suddenly lost my balance and fell backwards. To my horror, the lock, which cannot have been fully secured, came free and the folding door to the cubicle fell open. Before I could grab on to anything, I stumbled back and landed on my bare ass in the aisle, trousers around my ankles and my cock still standing to attention.

At the exact moment I landed, I spotted an elderly female passenger standing to the right of the aisle, watching me in horror. Across from her on the other side of the aisle, I turned to see my flight attendant – the one who had earlier tried to force me to eat dinner - standing looking at me with equal shock. I panicked and without even trying to pull my trousers up, launched myself back into the cubicle and instantly pulled the door closed behind me.

Laura and I froze in silence inside the cubicle, her heart no doubt thumping to the same rapid tune as mine. I nervously expected the flight attendant to knock on the door behind me and demand that we came out but then I started to calm down a little. There was no way either of my accidental witnesses could have seen another person was in the cubicle with me. I figured that although the event was staggeringly embarrassing, I would not be perceived to have committed any crime. It didn’t breach flight regulations, as far as I knew, to have an erection in the toilets of an aeroplane and fall out a door, and that was all these people had seen take place

Sure enough it soon became quite clear that nobody was knocking on the door behind us. Both Laura – who was still pressed up against the wall with her bare ass in the air – and myself, started to laugh hysterically at what had just happened. It was the kind of laughter that two kids might share during a school Assembly, when the very fact they know they have to be quiet, only adds to the painful amusement they are feeling.

When we had finally stopped shaking with laughter – which took some considerable time – I ensured the lock was firmly in place this time, and returned to kissing the backs of Laura’s sensational thighs. Her own giggling subsided and she began to return to the concentrated state of arousal she had been feeling before.

My erection returned to its full boast and I carefully stood with its tip tantalisingly poised at the entrance of Laura’s slippery pink pussy. Easing it gently inside, she let out a short, indescribable noise. Once I had slid the whole thing in, I went up on to my toes and started to rock my hips back and forth, pulling in and out of the tight, wet space. The scene looked filthy in the mirror: a big cock plunging back and forth into the little space between the cheeks of a beautiful teenager’s ass.

Laura was trying quite frantically to grip on to something as the doggy-fucking became more intense, but being an aeroplane, everything was secured tightly to the wall, with no sharp edges or angles to hang on to. So instead, she simply pressed her hands into the wall, pushing the weight of her upper body forward to grind her pussy against my cock as I fucked her. Within a few moments she was whimpering and whispering something under her breath. All of a sudden she began to yelp, reaching her hand up to stifle the involuntary sounds escaping from her mouth as she reached a violent orgasm. Her body was shuddering and jerking wildly against my cock, jolting in delicious spasms as the feeling overwhelmed her.

I could hold back no longer and whipped my penis out of her cunt, fucking up against the oily cleavage of her ass-cheeks until a first string of thick, white sperm shot from the end and sprayed up her back. A second jet rocketed across her bottom, while a third flew so high and so quickly I had no time to see where it went. Pulling back from her body, I wanked my ejaculating cock and let a fourth and fifth spurt splash against the exposed lips of her juicy young pussy. The pleasure was so overwhelming that I fell against her and we each stayed there, motionless and exhausted for a second, pressed against the wall. Shortly afterwards I began to softly kiss her neck and her hair, which smelt of sex and sweet shampoo.

We started to clean up, soon sniggering again at the dangerous pleasure of it all, and the remembered-embarrassment of what had happened.

“We better not leave together”, Laura said sensibly.

I agreed and gave her a kiss on the lips. It was a valedictory kiss; part thank-you, part farewell.

I cautiously left the cubicle and was relieved to find there was nobody waiting for me in the hallway. Making my way down the aisle I passed the rows of passengers on the way back to my seat. Before I had a chance to avert my gaze, I locked eyes with the elderly lady who had previously seen me fall out of the toilet. She looked at me with an expression that lay somewhere between fear and schoolteacher-sternness. I shot a pathetic smile of British politeness back at her, and made my way over to my seat. Laura’s mother stood up to allow me to get in. I noticed her eyes were fixed curiously on the neck of my t-shirt and instinctively looked down to see what had caught her attention. To my horror, I saw a thick globule of sperm hanging down from the neckline, like sap dripping from a leaf. We both looked at it, Laura’s mother and I, and then looked at one another, each pretending we were unaware of what the other could clearly see. I squeezed past to take my seat and, when she had turned away, quickly mopped the spunk off my t-shirt with the blanket. Laura returned a few minutes later and the two of us became ‘strangers’ again.

An hour or so later it was declared ‘morning’ by the cabin crew – even though it was now finally dark outside and only 4am. The shutters were opened; the lights in the cabin switched back on and my favourite flight attendant came around with breakfast. I say “breakfast” but it was distinguished from supper only by name, being virtually identical in every other way to the meal passengers had left largely uneaten the night before.

“Breakfast, sir?”, the flight attendant said, holding a tray towards me.

“Yes, thank you”, I said, taking it quickly. I was no hungrier for the appalling plane cuisine than I had been previously, but I was not prepared to risk an altercation with this man who had so recently seen me in a vulnerable state.

My flight attendant looked pleased.

“I think you probably should take it”, he said, a smirk on his face, “You are going to need your strength…”. And just as he wheeled the trolley away, I heard him add under his breath: “big boy!”.

I looked back in horror and he flashed me a camp smile and a wink.

Laura and I tried hard not to look at one another, but I could tell that like me, she had tears of laughter in her eyes.