I had a last minute red eye flight this weekend, and I ended up having to sit in the middle seat between two salt and pepper gentlemen. When I got to the row, the bearded man in the aisle said loudly, "We were hoping you would be a woman!" and they both belly laughed. They must've come straight from the airport lounge, but they seemed harmless so I gave them a smile and said, "Then it's your lucky day!" Another belly laugh.

They spent the first hour telling me about skiing, their favorite teams, and old concerts they've seen. The way they went back and forth, telling me bawdy stories and sneaking in unabashed flattery, I could tell the two of them had picked up many women before me. But I enjoyed the attention and so I played along. Besides, they truly were charmers, and I found myself genuinely enjoying their stories.

Before long, they started touching me. Innocently, at first. Like grabbing my arm after a punchline, or touching my shoulder when adjusting the air vent. When the flight attendant came by, they insisted I had to cheers with them. One said, "We hope you don't mind keeping a couple of old scoundrels like us entertained." I cheersed and said, "It's a long flight, I'm grateful for the distraction!"

When the lights went down and I put a blanket over my lap, they took their chance and both slid their strong hands into my thighs. They paused for a moment to gauge my reaction, but I smiled, took another sip and let my knees relax open.

I let them touch me however they wanted for the rest of the flight. They squeezed my thighs and tickled my belly. Cupped my tits, and flicked at my nipples. Too bad I wasn't wearing a skirt or else I'm sure they would've fingered my pussy. Instead, they took turns touching me through my tight yoga pants, making me noticably wet. I spent most of the time trying not to moan.

I lost track of the hours and who was touching where, just layed my head back and closed my eyes. I'm not sure if anyone saw, but I didn't care.

I kept thinking, "How did they know I'm a slut?" These daddies took what they wanted and I just let them. When we landed, they gave me their business cards and asked to take me out to a proper dinner. I told them that was very sweet but I'm married. They both smirked and said to keep the cards anyway.

I can't stop thinking about calling them and telling them I want to be used again by two perverted old ski buddies. I keep thinking about them fucking my holes, swapping places, filling me up, taking turns, taking what they want, making me scream, spit roasting me, using my body as all horny old men secretly desire... I've been touching myself all day thinking about them.