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Going with the theme of airplanes, here’s a story from our recent Spring Break trip to Europe.

You know how they always make you check in hours ahead of time for international flights because the lines for security are always so long? Inevitably, every time I arrive ‘on time’ I end up spending hours waiting at the gate. Well, a few weeks ago my boyfriend and I found ourselves in the same situation. Of course, it’s much more fun when you have someone to pass the time with 😉

In the check-in line and all through security we had been whispering to each other plans about how we would join the mile-high club that night and about all the nasty things we were going to do to each other under the airline blankets. When we arrived at the gate an hour early we considered starting our fun a bit early and sneaking into the guy’s bathroom to fool around. But, after passing by the bathrooms a few times we decided that there were too many people going in and out and that it would have to wait for a trip when we would be at the airport at a less busy time.

Of course, when Amor and I get horny we don’t give up that easily. We walked back to the gate and looked around for a dark corner to make out in. Sadly, there are no dark corners in an airport. We settled for sitting in the last row where no one else was sitting. We picked two chairs that were more or less out of view and started making out. Some businessman yelling on his cell phone gave us a dirty look, but otherwise it seemed that no one was paying attention. We passed a few minutes just making out to kill time, but the more we kissed the more horny we got. I could see how hard he was through his jeans and I just couldn’t resist. I started stroking his cock through his pants while I kissed on his neck. He was a bit worried that someone would notice, but since we had our backs to almost everyone and the people in front of us were far away and facing the other direction, he let me keep going. He kept watch while I played with his hard cock through his pants. Every now and then he would grab my hand and pretend we were just talking while someone walked by. I desperately wanted to suck his cock or have him fuck me on the spot, and the more I felt his hardness the harder it was to resist.

I begged him to let me touch his flesh, to wrap my fingers around his cock and feel every inch of it in my hand. He almost had enough self control to say no, but after all, I did have him hard as a rock already. I pulled his sweatshirt down over his lap and he let me undo his belt underneat. Rather than unbuttoning his pants he just pulled his cock up so I could reach it under his sweater. I wrapped my free hand around his shoulders and leaned over him to hide the bump I made under his sweater as I stroked his cock, moving only my wrist. We could definitely pass an hour like this!

At one point he couldn’t resist reaching over and pushing his hand into my pants as well, but (sadly) that doesn’t work as well for us ladies. Eventually we found a good position so we could keep going even as people passed by. Once, an airport cop on a Segway passed right in front of us and we just smiled and nodded to him as he rolled by, my hand still stroking Amor’s cock.

I reached farther down and played with his balls, I jerked him slowly and discreetly, but after a while even the gentle movements were driving him crazy.  I kept stroking his cock and we kissed and talked dirty about our plans for the upcoming flight while we waited for the gate to open. I was so wet I was sure I would soak through my pants, we had been fooling around and teasing each other for hours. I could have controlled myself, but when they didn’t open the gate on time I thought I might die of horniness before they let us on that damn plane.

So, we moved down to the floor, where we felt a little more hidden from view and placed our carry-on luggage next to us so passersby were less likely to notice what we were doing. I pretended to lay down in his lap – I mean, that’s not too uncommon in an airport, right? – and I wrapped my lips around his deliciously hard cock. I didn’t want to move my head too much so I just licked his head.  Every now and then he would push my head down on his cock until he was all the way down my throat and and would massage his shaft with my tonge. We kept going like this for a while, stopping every now and then when someone passed by like we had before. We heard them finally open the gate, but we were too caught up in what we were doing. Amor grabbed my hair and we pretty much abandoned any pretext of being discreet. He fucked my face in broad daylight in the middle of the airport.¨Do you want me to cum in your mouth?¨ It was more a statement than a question. He pulled my face off his cock and I opened my mouth to recieve his cum as he jerked himself, squirting a hot load almost immeditaley. I swallowed his cum with gusto and we got ready to board the plane.

Mile high masturbation

I fly a lot. And most of the time it’s a long flight, 5 hours or more. That’s a long time to sit still and watch old movies. Not to mention that flights usually mean that I haven’t seen Amor in a while or that I’m about to go somewhere where I won’t be able to see him for a while. That’s probably why, on a recent transatlantic flight, I decided to pass the time by masturbating. Not in the bathroom – it’s just rude to hog those things when a plane full of people only has 4 to use. No, I stayed right in my seat. The guys sitting next to me were asleep, conveniently wearing a night mask. And it was chilly in the plane so no one questioned why I completely covered myself with my blanket. I propped one foot on the hand rest of the seat in front of me and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans just enough to get one hand in position. The blanket was stretched from my raised knee over my body and tucked behind my other shoulder. I tested things slowly at first, making sure that a passing stewardess wouldn’t notice any movement under my blanket if I moved my hand ‘just so.’

Confident that I was being as discreet as possible, I relaxed and slowly started running my index finger around my clit. I closed my eyes but couldn’t help worrying that the whole plane was staring at the slut in seat 34 C so I opened them again to keep watch. I moved my leg a little to mask the movement of my hand as I reached farther into my pants to feel my wetness. I pushed two fingers as far inside me as my tight jeans would allow, swirling them around until they were soaked. I couldn’t help licking my lips thinking that if I was this wet already just from touching myself for a few minutes in the plane I would definitely be cumming endlessly when we finally landed and I saw Amor again. I pulled my hand back up, spreading my wetness across my lips and my slightly swollen clit. I pinched it between my thumb and one wet finger and tapped and rubbed it with the other. No longer as worried about being discreet, I brought my other hand under the blanket and reached under my bra to grab a nipple. I was full out masturbating in a completely full airplane, right next to two guys.

I tried to keep my hips still and my breathing quiet as I got closer and closer to orgasm. I closed my eyes, imagining (no longer worrying) that everyone was watching. Not just watching…in my head everyone wanted to join in. There were people pulling my shirt off, grabbing my breasts and sucking my nipples. Endless cocks were presenting themselves for me to suck, spilling their loads across my face and chest one at a time. Amor was there, teasing my swollen pussy lips with the head of his cock. I almost begged out loud for him to fuck me as I kept imagining more cocks to suck. Now there was a hot stewardess on her knees alternating licking Amor’s cock and my pussy. I was sweating under my blanket, ready to cum as I started thinking about Amor’s cock finally pushing inside me as the stewardess licked his balls. I couldn’t help shuddering a little as I climaxed, but when I opened my eyes the two guys sitting next to me were exactly where I had last seen them, totally asleep and oblivious to what was going on next to them.