The flight started poorly enough, I was tired, and in a bad mood from a fight with an ex who had found out I was in London on business and had decided to confront me at my townhouse in hopes of winning back my heart. Instead we had ended up angry and frustrated and I left for the airport in my private car with only the thoughts of a good strong drink (or three) and a nap on the flight home.
As soon as I located my seat in first class I ordered a double scotch on the rocks and closed my eyes to wait for the stewardess to return. When I felt a pair of eyes on me I assumed it was the woman with my drink, instead it was a tall man in his early thirties with dark hair and startlingly blue eyes that had a strange and powerful intensity. He wore a dark grey finely tailored suit which covered but failed to totally conceal his broad strong chest. He situated himself next to me as the stewardess handed me my drink. He eyed the alcohol and remarked "so it's that kind of day" I gave him a simple "yes" and started into what was my second strong drink of the day.
Although the dark man next to me was undoubtably attractive, my mind was too occupied by thoughts of my annoying ex to bother to try and strike up a conversation with this stranger. Instead I silently cursed him for sitting next to me on what was an otherwise mostly empty flight and prayed that he would change his seat once we took off. With that I put everything out of my mind and turned instead to my drink.
It was several hours into our flight and not only had I failed to sleep, but the attractive dark man was awake and sitting next to me despite that we were the only two people in first class. Frustrated with everything around me I flagged down a stewardess and ordered another double scotch on the rocks. One thing that can be said for the English is that they never question strange drinking habits. The dark man took this opportunity to order a double scotch as well.
I'm not sure if it was the drinks of if my temper had finally cooled down but when the drinks arrived I took the opportunity to make eye contact with the dark man in hopes that he would strike up a conversation. It worked and he asks me what I was traveling for. He spoke with a flat, probably mid-western American accent that was deep and gruff. We chatted about his work and mine, London, the upcoming holidays covering nothing significant nor terribly interesting. Maybe it was his deep voice, maybe it was the scotch, but as we spoke of the weather and other trivialities I found myself picturing him naked, wondering what was under those dark grey suit pants. And how my ex had never been able to totally satisfy me. I must have had an odd look in my eye because suddenly, and with an intensity that surprised me, he asked what I was thinking. Deciding now was no time to be coy I told him about my ex and my frustrations with men. He eyed me for a long time, darting his eyes over my legs, my high black heels and tight pencil skirt. Lingering over my button up blouse, open just enough to be provocative while remaining professional. When he finally spoke he said that my ex was a fool and that a woman such as myself needed a strong man an not a boy. Needless to say I was a little taken aback.
I was so busy looking at his roving eyes that I was surprised to find his hand resting lightly on my knee. His hand was warm and just a little rough, revealing that below his suit was a man who could handle hard manual labor. The stewardess came by to tell us they would be dimming the lights in the cabin for the rest of the trip to allow the other passengers to sleep. I expected him to remove his hand when she came by, but instead he kept it firmly in place until she left and the cabin grew dark. With only the dim aisle lights on I could see a slight smile play across his dark features and I became suddenly and hotly aware of how horny I was and how long it had been since I had been fucked properly by a man. I reached down to his hand and slid it to the inside of my thigh and up about halfway towards my pussy which was slowly getting wet picturing him entering me.
When I took my hand away from his he followed my cue and continued to work his hand up my leg, under my pencil skirt until his fingers found their way to my warm pussy. He lingered there a moment and after looking into my eyes in the near dark began to slowly trace little circles on my silk panties. I couldn't help but to let out a little moan and he began to rub me a little harder making my pussy so wet that it began to soak through my panties. In one movement he slid up the armrest and pulled me towards him and kissed me hard on the mouth. He tasted so good and I eagerly kissed him back, quickly forgetting myself as his lips traced over my neck and down towards my breasts all the while his hand traced little circles over my throbbing pussy. My hand came to rest on his cock and I was delighted to feel his rock hard cock pressing into his pants. Kissing my neck and ears he slowly whispered "I want you to suck my cock, and after you've done that, I'm going to take you to the bathroom and fuck you until you cum all over me." There was no asking or question in his tone, just a simple fact and I knew that I would do exactly as he told me.
The real benefit of first class is all the leg room. I wiggled my way into the floor in front of my window seat as he positioned himself in front of me. On my knees in front of him I began to slowly undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants making sure nobody in the sleeping plane would hear us. As I pulled his dick from his pants I was please to see how thick it was and long too. I began to slowly work my hand around it slowly pumping up and down and I could feel it growing as he became fully erect reaching over 9 inches and nearly as thick as my wrists. Opening my mouth I began to lick the top of his hard cock teasing him and moving my way slowly up and down. I heard him let out a low moan and took that as my cue to take him into my mouth. I began bobbing up and down sucking his hugeness deep into my throat. I could feel him begin to tense and I grabbed the base of his member to keep him from cumming while I kept on sucking him an tonguing his balls. Be began to thrust his hips forward and his thick cock slipped down my throat. He could barely keep from moaning loudly and I knew he couldn't take it much longer I released my hand and he came instantly. Shuddering through his whole body as he shot load after load down my throat. I kept sucking, gulping down all his hot cum. I couldn't get enough and I sucked and sucked until he was dry.
I looked up to see his eyes staring into mine. He pulled me up onto the seat next to him and again kissed me hard on the month. This time running his hands down my back and forcibly grabbing my ass. I knew it would be my turn soon. Holding my face in his hands he told me to sit here and wait for three minutes and then to come find him in the first class bathroom. Before he went he deftly slipped his hand back up my skirt and pressed his thumb into my aching pussy while he slipped his finger under my panties and into my dripping wet slit. I was so wet by then it was all I could do not to beg him to finger fuck me right then and there.
Quickly he stood up and made his way down the aisle away from me. I was going crazy and I couldn't wait for him to fulfill his promise of fucking me until I came. But I was a good girl and patient. When three minutes had passed I adjusted myself and made my way down the aisle towards the bathrooms. I could feel my eagerness and the scotch running through me. As I approached the bathrooms I saw one with the light on but the door slightly ajar, I quickly checked to see that nobody was watching and slipped inside.
As soon as I was in he grabbed me by my waist, turned me around and latched the door behind us. My world was spinning as he began to kiss my mouth, all the time his strong hands made quick work of my top and my bra until I could feel my breasts hanging out. He began to suck my already hard nipples and run his tongue over my stomach. I was so wet that I whispered in his ear and begged him to fuck me right there. As if a genie in a bottle he unzipped his pants and revealed his hard cock, already mostly erect and ready to go again. Pushing me against the wall he hiked my skirt up around my waist, my pussy was so wet it was nearly dripping down my legs. He took the head of his cock and began to run it up and down my swollen pussy, I wanted him inside me so badly, but he wanted to tease me first, wanted to drive me insane.
As he played with me I could feel him getting harder and harder until suddenly, without warning he thrust himself inside me, filling me instantly. It felt so good I gasped audibly, for a moment forgetting the sleeping plane outside the door. As he pushed deeper inside me with each thrust I could feel myself getting close, oh so close to cumming, I was about to totally lose control. But he stopped, he wasn't going to let me cum yet, and he made it clear he was in control. He quickly turned me around so my face was towards the door and entered me from behind. With one strong hand on my narrow waist pulling me onto his massive cock with each thrust of his hips and the other reaching around to play with my clit he fucked me hard and fast, like an animal, the way I had been missing, had been wanting for so long. I couldn't hold out any longer and with one thrust he shot a load deep into me. At the same time I came, legs shaking, body convulsing with ecstasy that nearly blinded me. Wave after wave tore through my body leaving me spent and happy. Totally exhausted we leaned into each other until we could stand then we slowly dressed and made our way back to our seats.
By the time I woke the plane was on the ground and the dark stranger was gone.