I leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth opened, and she kissed me hard. I inched forward, pressing my body against hers, letting her feel my hardness, as I pushed it against her belly.
The kiss went on, and I moved my hands up her body, caressing her. I felt her palm pressing against my hard-on, exploring.
She finally pushed me away, gasping. “God, I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Me either.” I assured her, “But I’m glad I did.”
She looked at me and smiled. “So, do you think you’re going to?”
“Mile-high?”
“Yes,” she said, her hand moving to my side, and caressing me.
“When would be a good time?”
“About an hour from now would probably be best. How about if I let you know?”
“I’d love to. You’re sure that you’re not available?” I asked her.
“Not while in the air,” she answered, pouting.
I gave her another soft kiss. “Let me know when it’s Ok,” I told her then returned to my seat.
I closed my eyes and almost jumped when I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I must have dozed off.
Leanne leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Coast is clear. Use the one on my side of the plane.” Then she kissed me on the cheek, and was gone.
I reached over and woke up my pretty boss. She was slow to come around, so I played with her tits a bit to get her attention.
“Jack?” she asked softly.
“You need to use the restroom. The one on the other side of the plane.”
“Not really,” she murmured, shifting in her seat.
“Yes you do. And I do too. Go there now, and don’t lock the door.”
She sat up a bit, opening her eyes. “You’re kidding right?”
“Everybody’s asleep. The lights are down. It’s the middle of the night. And I can’t wait any longer.”
She sat up, adjusting her clothing. “This is crazy,” she said softly.
“Yes, it is.”
She looked at me then smiled. “I guess they can’t kick us off the plane, can they?”
“Not only that, but I’ve been told that it’s not that uncommon.”
“Our stewardess?” She asked, raising one eyebrow. Cute trick.
“Leanne. Yes, and she’s assured me the coast is clear. So get going.”
She stood up and squeezed past me. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Then she was gone.
I waited a minute, then followed her. The plane was dead. I saw the ‘open’ sign was still on for her bathroom, and opened the door cautiously. She was sitting in there, waiting.
I closed the door behind me, locking it. She started to stand up, but I put my hand on her shoulder, stopping her. I lowered my sweats and boxers, standing in front of her with the same hard-on I’d had for the last couple of hours. She took the hint and leaned forward, engulfing me. I relaxed, resting my hands on the wall behind her, and let her do her magic.
She was as good as I remember, sucking me deeply, using her tongue to tease me, her hands stroking me. I considered using some restraint, but knew I would be able to get it up again for her, so I let her suck me to completion, warning her before I filled her talented mouth.
She didn’t let up, swallowing my load, and continuing to stroke and suck me, until I was hard for her, then she pushed me away.
I leaned back against the door, stroking my cock, while she took off her pants and panties. “How?” She asked.
“We’ll have to improvise,” I told her. “My first time too.”
She turned around and placed a knee on the toilet seat, looking around for somewhere to put her other one. I helped her, lifting her leg and placing it on the sink, opening her wide. She shuddered when I entered her.
The space was awkward, but her position was good for me, giving me plenty of room to move around. I place one leg outside of hers on the seat, and held her raised leg while I thrust into her. She was almost silent, barely moaning, as I thrust into her continuously, enjoying the feeling of fucking her in such a dangerous place. After several minutes, she was moving her leg underneath me. “My knee hurts,” she finally whispered.
I pulled out, folded my pants and put them on the edge of the sink, then lifted her up to sit on them, tilting her hips forward. She leaned back against the mirror, bracing her hands on the door and the back of our cramped quarters. Once I was in her, she stretched her legs out and placed her feet on the wall behind me.
The height was perfect, and I was able to screw her comfortably, playing with the pace and depth, enjoying her. I grabbed her by the ass and lifted her, fucking her hard, and watching her finally start to come for me. I wasn’t holding back, wanting to fill her with my cum, and pounded her harder. She was raising her hips up and fucking back at me, and my explosion set her off. She leaned her head back and groaned, while I emptied my balls deep inside of her. Then I lifted her up and held her close, her legs wrapped around my body.
“God, that was good,” she whispered.
“Amazing,” I told her, letting her down gently.
I stood back and let her dress, then switched places with her. “Go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute.”
I put on my pants, and realized my left pant-leg was wet down around the calf. I guess she really had enjoyed that. When I was done dressing, I availed myself of the toilet, as long as I was there. Then I opened the door and let myself out.
Leanne was waiting for me again. This was starting to become a habit. She had a wicked smile on her face, and backed into the center of the galley, away from prying eyes.
“Twenty-two minutes,” she said softly. “I was starting to get worried.”
“We were in a hurry,” I told her with a wink. “No time for thirds.”
She grinned. “You are a bad one. Thanks, I picked up an extra sixty bucks. Why don’t you go over there and wave to Jeanne and Alice?”