mile high club

Authors Note — The Names have been changed — this is about our sexual experience with anal sex.

All of the characters are over 21

Thanks to Eve Apple for her editing of this and her input to making it a better story.


Chris was one of the most sexually adventuresome women I ever met. We hit it off on the second date and ended up in bed. She was the first woman to ever deep throat me, and I was in seventh heaven to say the least. She enjoyed oral sex with wanton abandon. On our first encounter we got into mutually satisfying oral sex, and I came in her mouth and she came on my face. This was over 30 years ago.

Chris is a little less than 5 feet tall and was a petite 110 woman when we met. I was over 6 feet tall and, at the time, about 185. We were a Mutt and Jeff couple out in public. Because of our size difference, we had to find sexual positions to satisfy both of us. We were both divorced. I had a couple of kids and she had none; Chris did not get the mommy gene. She also had a hysterectomy at 28, which really took contraception to another level since I had a vasectomy at 29. One of the nice things was that she never had a period or any of the mood swings some partners have during their menstrual cycles.

We made love in some pretty exotic places; on the beach on Oahu under the stars with the waves crashing over us. This was after a nude swim in the surf. We vowed never to have sex on the beach again as sand got into a lot of openings. I introduced her to the mile high club in a Cessna 172. She introduced me to sailing and making love in the cuddy cabin; it was a little cramped and I think we both were a little sore after this adventure.

We were very open in our discussions about sex, different positions, and what each of liked and disliked. We became great sexual partners. One night while performing cunnilingus I asked the first of many questions,

“Have you ever thought about shaving your pussy?

“It never crossed my mind. Why would I?”

“It might make oral sex a little easier and better.”

I came home from work a few days later to a bottle of wine on the table in the living room and candles burning through out the apartment. I saw candles in the bathroom and Chris reclining in the tub. She motioned for me to join her. I stripped off my clothes and entered the tub. We started off with a few sensuous kisses and a glass of wine.

Chris said: “Are you ready?”

” Ready for what?

“You shave me and I will shave you.”

So I took the scissors she handed me and began to trim the hair at the top of her pussy. After trimming it, I lathered up her pubic hair and took the razor off the shelf and began to shave her pussy, while all of this was happening I had a raging hard on. I completed the task and Chris showered off the shaving cream.

Chris then took the scissors and started trimming my pubic hair. She also started to stroke my cock. She got the shaving cream out and completed the job of shaving me. She did take her time around my balls. After all of the stimulation we got another glass of wine and headed for the bedroom.

Chris had planned the night and had baby oil on the nightstand and asked me to put it on her pubic area. I put some on my hand and rubbed it all around pussy and then she took the baby oil and did me. We switched into 69 and it was a wonderful night of oral sex.

This made oral sex much more pleasurable for both of us, and we spent a lot more time performing oral sex on each other and, sometimes, there was no fucking involved at all. Sometimes it was just multiple orgasms for both of us. Chris loved my eating her cunt and playing with her nipples after here orgasm as they were extremely sensitive. I would spend a few minutes toying, licking, and sucking them after her orgasm, and she would continue to cum for several minutes until it became too intense and she would push my head away. I also learned where her G-spot was and how it spasmed when she was in the throes of one of her orgasms. After a couple of years of being hairless Chris remarked, ” I feel cleaner down there and I really like it being shaved.”

After about two years in our marriage, I started working on the road. Part of the weekly ritual while I was working away from home was to buy lingerie for my wife: Bras, panties, sleepwear, tap pants, and any other article I could imagine my wife wearing. This was prior to the start of the Victoria Secrets stores, and on one of my projects there was a great lingerie store on my walk to work.

Chris would set the mood having candles lit and some wine in the refrigerator. We would strip and head for the shower. Chris or I would start by shaving each other. Lots of passionate kissing would be a by-product of our mutual shaving. Chris would then put on whatever new piece of lingerie I purchased this week.

“How do I look?”

“So, how does it feel?”

Chris really got into wearing lingerie for me, and most Friday nights, when I flew home from my project locations, she would have something very sexy under her clothes. She very rarely bought sexy garments on her own but was quite pleased when there was something new laid out on the bed.

Most Friday nights we would stop for dinner and some wine after she picked me up at the airport. Then we would drive home to our marital bed. During dinner Chris would ask me what I thought she had on under her dress. One night I guessed wrong as she had nothing on under her dress. She flashed me when after we sat down to dinner and I sprung a hard on for the entire meal. I had trouble eating.

One of things I found fascinating about Chris was her desire not to show affection in public. Handholding was about the extent of our affection, yet she was wanton in the bedroom. She would almost rip my clothes off when we got home. Then, she would do a slow strip tease to show me what she was wearing or not wearing, under her clothes.

Chris taught me lots of lessons about stimulating the female sexually, and I learned to kiss I got er, taste her, and touch her in very pleasurable ways. Chris was not afraid of asking for what she wanted and teaching me new ways to orally stimulate her.

“Please lick my arm pits!”

She loved for me to kiss my way down her body, between her breasts, behind her knees and eventually her pussy.

Chris asked me one night to please her without her simultaneously doing me:

“I want to concentrate and enjoy my orgasm!”

So I would go down on her. She was very vocal and would tell me what she wanted and how I could bring her to orgasm. One night I moved my tongue to her anus and licked it.

“What are you doing?”

“Tasting another part of your body.”

“It feels a little funny.”

“Is it okay?”

“Go ahead but do not forget my clit.”

I moved a finger to her clit and eventually my tongue.

One night while performing oral sex, I started stroking the area between the vagina and her ass. Chris said, “not too hard.” I moistened my finger with her pussy juices and started playing directly with her asshole.

“How does it feel?’

“Okay, not painful, if that is what you are asking.”

Low moans from the top of the bed assured me it was okay to continue. So I stuck a slick finger in her ass and began to slowing finger fuck her asshole. She did not ask me to stop, and I think she loved the stimulation.

“Think about clipping your nails next time!”

After a furious round lovemaking I brought up the subject of anal sex.

“Have you ever tried anal sex?” “

“No, I have never thought about it or had a lover ask for it.”

“So I am asking.”

It took me a couple of years of stroking her asshole and eating her pussy before we took a trip to an adult boutique. We walked about and Chris was a little nervous, as we seemed to be the only couple in the shop. We did get some stares from some of the visitors to the store. We got to the wall of vibrators and she started to look at the pencil vibrators.

” What about this one?”

It was a slender pencil vibe. I pointed out a little larger vibrator and asked Chris what she thought about it. We took them off the wall for closer inspection. Chris selected two small ones to take home, and then asked

“What about lube?”

So we stopped and looked at the various types and settled on KY lubricant. Twenty years or more ago there was a limited selection of lubes available.

We got home and removed the vibrators from their packaging and put the batteries in them and placed them in the bedside table. We left them there for a couple of months. I continued my oral ministrations and playing with Chris’ butt. Then one night,

“How about a vibe in your butt tonight?”

She agreed and I got the lube and vibrator out of the drawer. I place a dollop of lube on my finger and worked it in and around her asshole and placed more lubrication on the vibrator. I slowly inserted the vibrator with Chris’ hand on my wrist. “SLOW” were the only words coming from Chris. I slowly worked it in and left it there. I turned it on low for a couple of minutes and then removed it.

We then had intercourse and afterwards we talked about her experience and feeling of having the vibrator in her ass.

“It felt strange and good at the same time. “Maybe next we can leave it in a little longer.”

It would be a couple of weeks before we tried it again. Chris suggested it might be easier to insert the vibe if I put it in prior to her orgasm as her anal ring tended to tighten up after an orgasm.

The next time we tried it I was getting out of the shower and headed for the bedroom. There were candles lit, and the vibrator, and lube were already out of the nightstand and waiting. After some passionate foreplay, I went down on Chris for about 10 minutes and she had her first orgasm. I moved back up to her tits and started to lightly stroke and suck them while placing a finger in her ass. I reached over to the nightstand and picked up the lube. I got some on my finger and started rubbing it on and into her ass. I then got the vibrator lubed up and started toying with her asshole.

“I’m ready go ahead and put it in.”

I was still sucking on her breasts and then I turned the vibrator on low. I started to take the vibrator out,

“Leave it in.”

This was something new for both of us, double penetration for her and something in her ass pushing against my cock. I would like to say I managed to make her cum again with my fucking, but the sensations were just too much for me and I came after a few strokes into her pussy. I pulled out and reached down and turned the vibrator on high and started to eat her cunt and suck on her clitoris. She came so hard the vibrator came out of her ass and she about crushed me with her thighs.

We cleaned up the vibrator and wiped the cum off us in the bathroom. We cuddled afterwards and she lay on my shoulder, and I stroked her cheek.

“So how was it?”

“It was almost too much with the vibrator on in your ass.”

She said she liked it and especially liked the high speed when I was going down on her.

One night after we had oral sex, I mounted my wife and had a difficult time cumming. She said her legs were tired and we needed change positions,

“How about doggie style and I will put a pillow under you to support you.”

“Do you want my ass?

“Sure but are you ready?”

She opened the drawer, got the lube and vibrator out, and proceeded to put the vibrator in her own ass and started stroking it in and out. I had been the one putting the vibrator in her ass before. I reached onto the nightstand and opened the lube and started to coat my cock. I also reached around and started stroking her clit. She looked over her shoulder and

“Are you ready?

“Go real slow!” You will stop if I ask?”


I lined the head of my prick with her asshole and just started a gentle pushing motion while holding the base. Chris gave an audible gasp, but she did not ask me to stop. Her hand was on my thigh as I got the head past her ass ring, and then it seemed to be smooth sailing as I worked my cock into her ass. It was warm and inviting.

“Slower, please, take your time, I have all night.”

I started to slowly stroke in and out. She looked over her shoulder at me,

“Are you all the way in?”


After I was all the way in, I reached around and began to fondle her breasts and pull on her nipples. She was stroking her clit while I slowly fucked her ass. It was at this point I heard the vibrator humming and looked down as Chris placed it on her clit. I was happy to see Chris was getting into anal sex and making it enjoyable for herself. She came and her ass muscles contracted on my cock. I came in a torrent and we both collapsed on the bed with me holding her around the waist.

In the afterglow we talked about our experiences.

“It hurt a little to start but after a couple of minutes it felt good, but I did not want to do it all the time.”

She said she enjoyed me toying with her nipples, and it was the vibrator putting her over the edge.

“You would not believe how tight your ass got when you had your orgasm. Your ass was massaging my cock and I came way too quick.”

I said that it was great and that she could ask me to fuck her ass any time. It was at this point the question came

“When do I get to put the vibrator up your ass?”

I was a little stunned and asked

“Can I think about it?”

“Yes, but you do not get to fuck me in the ass until I put a vibrator in my ass!”

A couple of weeks later when Chris was giving me head she got her finger wet,

“How about it, want my finger in your ass?


She had been playing with the area from by balls to my ass. She started stroking her finger in and out of my ass. It felt good and she had been slow and gentle, so maybe I was a good teacher and lover. It was at this point I reached over to the nightstand and got the lube and the small pencil vibrator out of the drawer.

“Here try this”!”

I handed them to Chris who stopped sucking me cock and put lube on her finger and the vibrator. She lubed up my asshole and then inserted the pencil vibrator. She went back to sucking my cock and then she turned the vibrator on and started to deep throat me, stroking the vibrator in and out of my ass as she started to hit my prostate gland. I was losing it and she knew it.


She pulled her mouth off my cock and started stroking it and pushing the vibrator in and out of my ass. I came in buckets and made a mess of Chris, me, and the bedclothes. It was so bad we had to change the sheets before we went to sleep. Of course, we did the bed change after I ate her out and put the larger vibrator in her ass and turned it on full. She came and came.

We changed the bed linens and talked about what had just happened.

“I never came so much in my life.”

“You do not know how hot it me seeing you struggling on the bed. I almost came when you did.”

“You were leaking pre-cum the entire time I was sucking my cock and fucking you with the vibrator , it was kind of tasty.”

We cuddled and I told Chris,

“I am going to fuck your ass in the morning!”

All she did was squeeze my dick and smiled at me.

We had a bit if a lay-in on Saturday morning and took a long shower together. I worshiped her ass and spent a lot of time soaping it up and she did the same to my hardening dick. We also shaved each other one of our new forms of foreplay.

We were kissing and touching each other until the hot water ran out. We dried each other off and bounded into the bedroom. We started off in a 69 position and when she came, I pulled her off my cock and laid her down. I told her I wanted to watch her face and to be able to kiss her when I fucked her ass.

I took my time playing with her ass and added lots of lube. We kissed passionately, and I felt Chris’ hand on my erection as she started guiding it towards her ass. I got it lined up and Chris proceeded to raise her ass off the bed and impale herself on my prick. The head went right in, and I managed to control myself and slowly started to push into her ass. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her and we were lip locked, french kissing. I took my time and tried to prolong my orgasm. Chris was rubbing her clit and then she bit down on my tongue and came; again, her ass muscles started to constrict, and I lost it cumming hard in her ass.

We cleaned ourselves up and put on robes and went to the kitchen for some much needed nourishment. We talked about how we felt and then Chris hit me with the bombshell.

“When do I get to fuck you in the ass with a strap on?

To be continued….

English is not my language – so be nice when it comes to grammar – be honest when it comes to the story.

This is just the beginning…

Sometimes you just sit there, staring without seeing, your mind somewhere else than present time and place. I had to admit it would have looked that way as I sat waiting for the airline to call us to the gate, my eyes locked on the gorgeous ass just a couple of meters away from me. Clad in a short, loose, chequered skirt and a tight red top, the woman stood impatiently tripping from one foot to the other, a movement that made the shirt lift and swirl to and from. It was not the worst of ways to wait for the gate to open.

“Earth to John?” My sister Christine laid her hand on my knee and looked me in the eyes with a hint of a smile. “Too much work and to little play for my little brother the last year?” she grinned.

I smiled innocently back. “Hmmm? What do you mean?” She just snorted and gave me a accusing but humorous smile before she returned to her magazine.

It had been a long year. The newspapers continued to cut their staff budgets, and for freelance photographers like me, that meant more work. Even if they sacked their own photographers, they needed pictures, and I had been working seven days a week for almost a year now. The upside of it was the money. Feeling I couldn’t take much more work without some time off, I decided to take three weeks in the African bush. I had it all booked when my brother in law decided it was time to reveal he preferred cocks to pussy. My sister and he had been married for three years, and the rest of the families thought they struggled to have a baby. It seems my sister’s struggle was to get him to get it up when she was around. If I knew he didn’t had a hard on around her, I would have called his bet a long time ago. My sister is not the kind of woman you ignore if you like tits, ass and pussy. At 26 she is still young and firm, but a woman in every aspect. She’s 172 cm tall and slim, but not too slim. She got the necessary fat on her body, but for some reason The Creator has decided all her fat is to be placed on her ass and tits. I am 24, and like every younger brother I have checked out my sisters underwear. Now nobody believes me, but this is absolutely true: She is a 75H, or a 34E in US terms. Getting the right size bras is a pain for her, and she hates guys staring at her rack – so she normally dresses in baggy clothes. But her husband must have seen her nude, and if your cock doesn’t stand to attention when you see her in a bikini, you probably prefer cocks yourself. Yes, even I – her brother – have to hide my erection around her when she wears skimpy clothing.

As my ex brother-in-law decided to leave Christine in favour of a guy named Manuel, she was heartbroken. She stayed indoors for weeks, and the first time we managed to get her out of their house, her eyes welled up every time she saw a couple holding hands or showing affection. My mother is a pretty strong willed woman, and she pretty soon decided my sister needed a break from her familiar surroundings. So here I sat at the airport, heading for my much needed vacation, with my older sister tagging along. Luckily we aren’t that different – we both love the outdoors, and she is a pretty good photographer herself. We had been talking about the vacation for weeks now, and looked forward to spend some time together – far from work and people pitying my sister.

Ten minutes delayed the gate opened and we were allowed to board the plane for Johannesburg. My sister always prefer the window seat, while I prefer the aisle seat. I am 187 cm, almost six feet one, and long flights kill my legs if I can’t stretch out.

Trying to make it as comfortable as possible, it wasn’t until the security message I noticed Ms Chequered Skirt sat in the seat next to me. She and another man had a four seat row all by them selves, and I have to admit I envied them the luxury. But most of all I envied him the possibility to sit next to such a hot woman. I had only seen her ass in the queue, but her tits were just as nice: positioned high on her chest, perky and with obviously big nipples. They weren’t as big as my sisters – but not many can compete with her when it comes to size. I was more than happy with less – if I only could get my hands on them. But this woman was not for me, so I settled down to just grab a peek whenever I thought I could get away with it.

A couple of hours later I had to take my first stroll around the cabin to get my circulation back in my legs. The crew had turned off the lights, and most passengers were sleeping. As I returned to my seat, I noticed that Ms Chequered Skirt lay with her head in the lap of the man she travelled with. Of the four seats on their row he sat on the furthermost, while she had curled up with the airline blanket over her shoulders and barely covering her fabulous round ass.

On the other side of the aisle my sister had found the eye covers, the pillow and the blanket provided by the airline company, obviously already on a date with Mr Sandman – and by the smile on her face it was a good date. I sat down next to her and tried to sleep, but I never sleep well on planes. I kept waking up. Each time I woke I had to grab a peek at that fantastic round ass of Ms Chequered Skirt. One of the times I peeked I saw her rolling her hips, and I smiled, remembering one of my ex girlfriends who did the same thing in her sleep. She was a wild thing. Maybe Ms Chequered Skirt was as well? I soon found out.

The next time I woke I heard faint, slurping sounds. I glanced over at the couple on the four seat row and saw her head bobbing up and down in his lap. She was blowing him! He sat there with his head tilted back, closed eyes and open mouth. He could have been sleeping, but his left hand was busy stroking her ass, and the stroking had already made the skirt ride so high on her thigh that I could se all of her ass: no panties! I could see everything: anus, outer lips – the lot. Each time he grabbed her ass her outer lips would open up and show me a glistening opening. My cock was rock hard, and I had to shift my cock to make it less painful. Why did I wear jeans? Too little space for having an erection!

I couldn’t see his cock, but she was doing a good job, by the look of his face. My eyes rarely drifted away from her pussy, but one of the time I looked over at him, he had opened his eyes and looked straight back. I froze, but he just smiled and winked. Then he open up her pussy for me to see again. After a couple of minutes he tried to reach her pussy with his hands, but the way he sat he just couldn’t reach. He looked at me again and gave med a “come here” motion with his hand. Did he want me to join?

I looked around and tried to decide if he really did and if I dared move. Everyone else seemed to sleep, and the flight attendants seemed occupied in the aft. I silently slipped out of my seat, and sat down on the half way empty seat next to her ass. She continued bobbing her head up and down his shaft, but now I could see she had pushed her top up and her bra down, and was kneading her beautiful breast, pulling her nipples with one hand, and jacking him off with the other.

I sat there watching the action – not knowing what to do. But as she continued to roll her hips, I guessed she wanted her ass and pussy played with. And with my cock so hard and in control of me, it didn’t take me long to start to stroke her ass. On each stroke I let my hand get closer and closer to her pussy lips. As I touched them for the first time she let out at moan around his cock, and my own cock twitched. Man, this was unreal! I glanced over at my sister, and thanked God she was still asleep.

My fingers now concentrated on the pussy lips in front of me, sliding back and forth along the wet slit. Her bobbing sped up, and the breathing of the cocks owner followed. Where they close? This could end almost before it ended for me, but what could I do? What I wanted – no needed – to do, was to feel the insides of this very wet and horny pussy.

I slowly wiggled my finger between her puffy lips and felt her pussy almost suck it in. I heard another muffled moan from her. She must have known that another person was fingering her, as the guy she was blowing had both his hands on her head now. Still she didn’t care. She loved my finger sliding slowly in and out of her slick pussy. I let another finger enter her, and then a third. Her rolling of the hips turned into a desperate fucking against my fingers, and her hand was doing things to her breast that would hurt if she wasn’t as horny as she was.

She had stopped bobbing her head, and was now concentrating on sucking what was in his balls out of the cock. My own cock really started to yell its pain out to my brain. I ached to take it out, but with so many people around me I didn’t dare.

Suddenly she was successful with her attempts to empty his balls. I heard a groan, looked up from staring at her delicious pussy, and saw him sitting there with head throw back, open mouth and hips jerking up and down. Her throat worked swallowed a couple of times, and then they were silent. Now movement. No sounds.

I had stopped fucking her with my fingers, and felt it was time to retreat my three digits. As soon as I did, she slowly tucked his cock into his trousers, sat up and pulled her top down. The way she had been laying, she now sat right next to me. She didn’t look at me, but kept staring at him. I didn’t know what to do. Something didn’t seem right, but I just couldn’t get myself to return to my seat.

After a couple of minutes I could hear slow snores form him. That’s when the most amazing thing happened. She turned towards me, looked me in the eyes, and then down on the bulge in my jeans. She wet her lips slowly, and then placed her hand on my thigh. I just sat there frozen. Was this real? Would I soon wake up?

Her hand didn’t linger on my thigh for long. She started working on the buttons in my jeans, open my belt and trust her hand down my briefs. Two soft moans were heard, hers and mine, as she grabbed my cock. Then she pulled it out and started jacking me off. I couldn’t keep my hands idle anymore, and on pure instinct returned three fingers into her slit. Another two moans. She slid further down in the seat, pushed her pelvis up, and started fucking my fingers eagerly while whimpering.

I felt I was close to coming, but my jeans pressed hard against my cock, and kept my juice in the sack. We sat there, pleasing each other and stared into each others eyes – hunger for more evident in hers, and probably in mine as well. This was incredible and frustrating. My brain worked hard to find a way to tell her I wanted to fill her up with more than just my fingers. The toilet! That would be the solution! But just as I was about to invite her with me, she let go of my cock, removed my fingers from her pussy, and sat up. She shivered, and then leaned over to me. I nearly came when I felt her hot breath on my ear and her whisper reached me: “The toilet! Now!”

I have never managed to pack my cock into my trousers that fast before – at least not while having a hard on. But it took me no more that 30 seconds to get from my seat to the toilets behind us. I opened the door and stepped in, expecting her to follow right behind me. When she didn’t, I felt like an idiot. She just played me!

I waited for a couple of minutes, and were about to give in and return to my seat when the door opened up, and she stepped in. Without even caring to close the door, she mashed her lips against mine and grabbed my ass. A bit flustered I managed to handle the door, and slide the lock in place before my hands copied hers. She tasted like red wine.

“I needed to clean up after he came,” she whispered. I smiled at her, but didn’t get any smile in return. She had her eyes locked on my groin again, and in a few seconds she had my fly opened again, and hard cock in hand.

“Can we do this silently?” she asked, as if to my cock. I just nodded – as did my hard on. She giggled softly and started to stroke me slowly.

“How?” my voice croaked. She pushed me backwards towards the toilet seat. Just before I sat down she grabbed my pants and trousers and pulled them down to my ankles.

“Just sit back,” she said, before she started to lift her skirt. She straddled me while still holding my cock, and slowly started to slide down on my cock.

“God! I have needed this for so long. That jerk of a husband of mine prefers me to blow him, and then he always falls asleep!” she moaned. I was mesmerized. How did I get in this situation? Sitting on a plane with my cock in a wonderful, extremely tight and wet pussy? This was a dream I never thought I had – but it just came true.

She started to rise and fall on my dick. Slowly in the beginning, but rapidly faster and faster. I had my hands on her hips, but the movement behind her top caught my eye and I started to lift the material to se them properly. She had her hands on my shoulders to steady herself while impaling herself on my cock harder and harder. She had started panting and moaning, but managed to keep the noise down. “Fuck, your cock is good! Fuck! Its big!”

I smiled at her again and could keep my question to pop: “Better and bigger than your husbands?” She moaned louder in response, digging her nails into my shoulder. I got her top over her breasts and started mauling them.

“Fuck, yeah! Sooo much better than him… yeah… uhn… sooo much bigger than him… uhn. Fuck me.”

I felt my balls was starting to boil, but didn’t want this to end just yet. “Get up and turn around,” I ordered.

She jumped off my cock, turned and rested her hands on the sink. That lovely ass looked really inviting, and knowing it was inviting as well, I didn’t wait to line my cockhead up against her pussy lips.

“Ready?” I whispered, and grabbed her hip with my left hand. I let my cock sink just far enough into her to make sure it wouldn’t slip out when I let it sink all the way in. As I let go of my cock and put my right hand on her hip as well, she groaned and nodded.

“Do it hard,” she urged me. So – what can a man do? I slammed my cock in, all the way – and in the process slammed all the air out of her. A loud “whooh” came from her, before she steeled herself, hands gripping the sink hard, and shivered.

I started banging her fast and hard, making sure to hit the bottom of her with every trust. “Yeah! That’s it! Give it to me… hard! I hope.. you have all… of that cock of yours… inside me!… If you don’t…, you may end… in my WOMB!” she grunted.

I just grinned. Trying that would not help much to keep this silent. “You like cheating on your husband?” I teased as I reached for her tits.

She looked at me in the mirror and smiled wickedly. “You are not the first one… but I would say you are the biggest…”

The situation and her dirty talking made my balls boil, and I worked hard not to come before her. It didn’t take much to bring her over the top, though. Two active fingers on her clit was enough to make her go rigid, before she started to shake and squirt all over the floor. With one last trust I let my first spurt coat her bottom from a short distance, and then just continued to fill her up. As that first spurt hit her, she went over again, shaking and whimpering.

With all the sexual tension out of our bodies, the fact that we didn’t know each other hit us with full force. Nervously we started to get our clothes in order, saying nothing. Just as she reached for the lock, she turned towards me and smiled. “You… you have the most amazing equipment I have ever seen. I hope we are taking the same flight back…”

I grinned and touched her cheek. “So do I. But I would prefer a bit more time, and a possibility to really see if I could enter that womb”. She winked at me, unlocked the door and checked if the coast was clear. Then she slipped out of my sight.

When I returned to my seat, she sat with her feet tucked up under her with a blanket wrapped around her and with her eyes closed. My sister still slept, and the cabin was quiet. But just as I was about to sit down, an air stewardess approached me and whispered in my ear: “Next time: use the ones in the aft. They are almost sound proof…”

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