It all started with an Airbus flight having very small seats The flight was from Bangkok to Ahmedabad. I was fully ready to make my time by watching the downloaded episodes on Netflix. I usually prefer taking seats in the aisle.
So, this man exchanged his seat with another one who was originally next to me saying the seat wasn’t comfortable for him. I didn’t care as I was into my episodes.
Then this mature man continually wanted to go the loo and on request, I switched to the window seat. I felt he might be sick.
I felt cold due to the aircon on the airbus, so I covered myself with the provided blanket. And he copied me as well. I wasn’t paying attention to what he was into. I just loosened my trousers and tried to catch some sleep.
After some time, I felt some fingers on my lap since both had blankets covered. My co-passenger initially caressed my thighs, and inner thighs and even squeezed my thighs as I didn’t respond. I pretended to dose off to his shoulder.
My trouser was loosened, so he got a positive nod from me to enter my shaved cave. His hands were extremely tough (I loved it) and he started carousing the pussy lips. I wanted to moan loudly but I couldn’t contain my voice.
We didn’t have much space in the foot area or else he would have gone down to drink my juice. His voice was heavenly sexy and as he fingered me, he was saying, “Open it wider. I am drinking your juice from your pussy.”
Then this stranger fingered me for a good one hour inside the flight and when I said, “Pleeease stoppp..” he inserted his hand towel/napkin and asked me to squirt my juice into that so that my panty didn’t get wasted and he wanted to smell my pussy.
I didn’t have any option though and had to save my pants. He still kept caressing my thighs as my cunt was leaking. I couldn’t contain it and I said, “Let’s go to the toilet.”
He was thinking and then asked the attendant if he could accompany me to the toilet as his wife seemed uneasy in the seat.
They allowed us,= thinking we were husband and wife. I was bloody nervous but wanted a bloody fuck!
We went into the attic bathroom as always and he started kissing me out, tongues entwined for long minutes. We undressed each other and threw the clothes wherever we could. He was so experienced, I must say. He went on his knees and I sat on the toilet seat as I needed someone to eat my hot burning pussy after such a hot fingering he did a couple of minutes before.
The stranger man spread my thighs and took them on his shoulder and started his magic. I couldn’t help to keep quiet from moaning. He looked at me in anger and slapped me. That aroused me more and I demanded, “Fuck me, please.” I begged more than 100 times!
I pulled his hair and touched the wall behind my back but he wouldn’t listen. My begging continued.
Then there was a knock at the door.
“Everything well inside, sir and madam?”
He said, “Yeah, all good.”
I was on the verge of crying. “Pleaseee stop! I can’t control any longer.”
He quickly unzipped and thrust his dick into my super wet and frustrated pussy. He thrust harder than I ever imagined! The small space in the plane and enough time to fuck!
He quickly cleaned himself and left the toilet to clean me.😭 Bloody bastard!
I tidied my clothes, came outside and walked towards my aisle. He was refreshed with the session. To tease him, I squeezed his face with my buttocks as I entered the window seat. And I intentionally fell on his tight penis, touching his tough tool as I wasn’t happy yet.
I was flexible enough to sit down and gulp his juice. I went down under the blankets and unzipped his pants, took out the demon and started sucking it. Now, he couldn’t contain himself and he was adjusting his seat now and then. I bit his ball to stay quiet and flow in my mouth.
Oh, those 4.5 hours were the best!
He burst inside my mouth and that was a hell load of it. His cum drenched me in every inch of my t-shirt, bra making me look nude on the plane. Luckily, I had a black jacket and covered it.
He whispered in my ears, “Can you loosen your bra?”
I said, “It’s wet and loose.”
He bit my ears. Maybe he was wicked.
I unzipped my jacket and he went directly squeezing my boobs. Since “I am his wife”, he turned to me, side-folded his legs and started squeezing me with both hands. His right hand was on the pussy again and his left hand was underneath my ass.
He kept squeezing my ass for a good 10 minutes, I reckon. My pussy was almost torn with the fingers squeezing in and out of my wet pussy. I whispered, “How about my boobs?”
He said, “Oh yes, I forgot. Your pussy intrigued me to squeeze you more. You smell so sexier.”
I wanted to kiss him so badly that I nearly did. He came as if he knew I needed a good fuck. He was a Gujarati mature man but looked young.
I didn’t care if they were young or not, I will get what I needed.
He asked me to pull over my t-shirt on the top and pulled my bra down, gathered the courage, and started licking my boobs and fingered all 5 fingers in my pussy..
Now the actual action started. The Gujarati man squeezed, pinched and sucked my boobs at a fast rate and I didn’t dare to utter a word!
He again requested the attendant and we went to the freshly cleaned toilet. My boobs were still red from his biting and he continued doing the same. I pulled his hair so tightly and he slapped me again. When he was about to leave, I fingered myself down and tasted my juice.
He was more intrigued and went down on his knees to eat my pussy in the standing position. My juices gave up and rolled down, him licking each bit gave me a sizzling current.
He took one leg on his shoulder while I was standing and sipped my juices as if sipping with a straw. With that small noise, I kept squirting on his face even more.
I whispered, “Please don’t stop.”
He bit my soft inner thighs and licked my body, all my holes, and surfaces. He then turned me around and lowered my pants. He slapped my ass till it went red and wide opened it to lick my asshole and inner parts. I couldn’t push more to the wall of the plane. And my co-passenger man continued fingering it, squeezing my ass and fingering in both gaand and choot.
(The next day I slept like a kumbhkaran and named it as being jet lagged!)
We came back to our seats and ate our meal. Since our sessions, we both have been hungry. I always have had a thing for mature men. They are always special and treat me well since they are experienced.
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