“I absolutely abhor flying so much” I say as I stir my cocktail “hence the martini” I chuckle and feign a toast to the random man sitting next to me at the airport bar. “Me too. Despite the fact that I do this regularly” I nod “not me. This is literally the first flight in probably 15 years.” “Oh wow. What was the occasion that was so important?” He asked. I took another drink “had to bury my mother” I could feel the mood shift “I’m so sorry” he said solemnly I just chuckled “don’t be. She was in her eighties. Plus we hadn’t spoken in a long time” he just nods. I can tell he wanted to ask but didn’t. I’m so used to this conversation so I just offer “not since I married a woman” “oh” he says looking at my hand and the complete lack of a ring “I didn’t realize you were married I’m so sorry” I just chuckled “well. Now I know why you chose that seat at a completely empty bar” he laughed a bit “guilty kind of”

“Kind of?” I ask “explain” “well”, he began, “I was hopeful you were single and we would hit it off and fly away together leaving it all behind. “I point to the gold band on his finger, “wouldn’t someone mind?” He laughs “okay fine I was just hoping for a quick romp in the Lou” I couldn’t help but laugh. His accent made even that sound innocent “you’re serious aren’t you?” He nods “and I gave the vibe of someone who would do that?” After a beat “maybe I don’t want you to answer that” he laughs again “it’s not you in particular. I’ve found that Americans tend to be a bit more, shall we say, experimental when they hear my accent” I smirk. I have to admit it does feel good that I’ve still got it. I’m quickly approaching 40 and it’s actually been a minute since I had a guy try and pick me up in a bar. I turn and face him taking another sip of my drink “fair point. I will admit that back in the day I had British accent in my list.” “Your list?” He asked. I nod taking another sip “I had this list of different types of people I wanted to hook up with before I got married” he nods ordering us both more drinks “do tell” I smirk again it’s 7 am and this mother fucker is trying to get me drunk “what is there to tell?” I asked “what are some things on this list?” He rebutted quickly “well” I began, “ let’s see what I remember this was before we had smart phones to keep these things written” he coughed a little when he heard that “bloody hell how old were you when you made this list? 10?” I couldn’t help but blush and laugh “how old do you think I am?” “26” he responded “ha” I retorted “you’re such a liar”

“I’m serious! Maybe 27 but definitely not older than 28” I just smile “I’m 34” I lied truth is I just turned 37. “Well you have aged quite well then.” I laugh “or you need glasses” our fresh drinks arrive and I finish my martini handing the bartender the empty glass “I’m still waiting for this list” he says handing over his credit card. “Thank you for the drink” I begin he just nods “well let’s see tall, short, thin, thick, different ethnicities and races, umm brunettes, blondes, virgins, sluts, big boobs, small, hairy, shaved, trimmed, big and small cocks” that one choked him a bit “married engaged and of course British” I end with the smile. “And how many did you get ticked off your list?” He asked coyly “wouldn’t you like to know” just then my phone vibrated. It was Chloe checking in. I told her I was at the airport waiting for my flight that’s when I got the notification and at the same time the announcement came over that my flight was delayed due to weather from the origin city before I could respond my friend said “fucking he’ll I’m gonna miss my connector” I tell Chloe and tell her I’ll keep her updated

“You were on that flight?” I asked him and he nodded “you?” I just nodded. I look at the notification. “Looks like at least three more hours.” I look at my martini “can’t have this for my breakfast. Excuse me” I flag the bartender “do you serve food here?” He shakes his head and says not until 12 I sink back that’s when the man beside me says “if you’re okay going back through security I know a great pancake spot just a few blocks from here” I look at him “I love pancakes” “most Americans do” he replies. “Look mister. No more of that knowing Americans stuff now” he just laughs “by the way my name is Roger” and holds out his hand. I flash to the last time I met a Roger on a business trip and smile a bit. I think his room key is still in a keepsake box in my closet “Annie” I say taking his hand. “And what is so funny Annie” oh that’s a long long story.” I reply. We finish our drinks and start walking “well we’ve got plenty of time if you’d like to share”

We approach the host stand and wait for someone to seat us “so I wasn’t far off in assuming you were the type” he asked bluntly I laughed “that was the old me though. Before marriage. That wasn’t true. Though not a large number of times I had cheated on my wife more than once. “I call bullshit” he said “I’ve barely met you but I have this sense about you” I shake my head and we get to our table his first question as if the hostess wasn’t still within earshot “so, as the kids say, what’s your body count?” I almost choke on the water I was drinking I can only imagine how big the poor young hostess’ eyes were and what she said as she gathered around the corner with her coworkers. “Well you just don’t hold back do you?” “What’s the point? He replies? I figure once that plane boards I missed my shot to add to that number so why waste time?” I sit back “you assume you have a shot?” Without hesitation he asks, “don’t I?” That’s when the waitress comes up. It was so fast, my years as a server tells me, she knows what he asked and is coming hoping to get in on the fun and I don’t disappoint before I ask for my coffee and diet soda I say to him without flinching “37” he just smiles “not a no.” He says as I look at the waitress telling her my order. He’s not wrong. It wasn’t a no

We order our drinks and she stays pretty close to try and overhear for as long as she can without being obvious “so are we gonna make it 38 today?” I smirk and sip my coffee. “Well you’ve got about, I look at my phone, four hours to convince me. And no whipping it out won’t do it” the waitress almost drops the plate she was clearing from the table behind me and I laugh and mouth “I’m having fun with this” he doesn’t change his demeanor or the subject “so what will work?” “Let’s start with info. How long have you been married?” “18 years” he responded matter of factly. “Any kids?” “Three two boys and a girl” I laugh at his quick replies “how many times you cheated?” “One too few” he again replies quickly with a smile. The waitress returns with our coffees. “I’m sorry I haven’t even looked at the menu can I have a minute?”

She walks away he just stares at me “aren’t you gonna look at the menu?” “No need” he says “I know what I’m eating” I juts roll my eyes. Why is this shit working? It hasn’t been that long has it? “Why me?” This one he sat back and sipped his coffee before answering. “I mean I can say it’s because you’re hot” “I’m not though. I’m in sweats and leggings no make up and my hair barely put up” he looks “first off none of that detracts from your hotness but I also said I COULD say that was the reason not that it was the reason. You just interrupted too fast to fish for that bloody compliment” I bow my head “apologies. Continue” I go back to reading the menu as he continues “I could say that is the reason but that’s a stupid reason. There were at least five other hot ladies in the airport some looking way more desperate than you” “thanks?” “You’re welcome but the truth is it was your eyes” this got my attention and I looked over the menu as if to encourage him to continue “there was a sadness in them. You looked like you needed to be needed.” He stopped to sip his coffee and give me a chance to rebut. I didn’t so he continued “when I heard why you were there I knew that you needed a distraction from reality” a tear hit my eyes I needed more than that. Things at home aren’t great. Chloe is not happy anymore. Her light is gone. My job has me traveling. I’m getting older and we don’t have kids and I miss my mom. He reaches over with his napkin “now now. No emotions. I’m not offering love. Just cock”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that one. “A big one at that” he added. “You think?” He picked up is phone “turn on your air drop”. A few seconds later and my heart sank. And my eyes widened. I looked up at him “no way. That’s photoshopped!” He just smiled and shook his head. Now I know where his confidence comes from. He has it laying beside a remote control and it dwarfs it. I’m assuming about 10 inches long and quite possibly the fattest I’ve seen. “How does your wife even walk?” I find myself asking “with a slight limp” he replies openly.

I laugh. She comes back and I place my order and he just says “she got what I want” and winked. The waitress thought he was ordering the same thing but I knew and I would lie if there wasn’t an increase in humidity in my panties if only slight. And he didn’t let up during breakfast at all and I didn’t want him to. After we paid the bill I looked at my flight app “we’ve still got two hours. What should we do?” He looks in the corner “wanna check how big the bathroom here is?” I slap his chest leaving my hand there for a bit “be good mister” fuck his chest I can feel the muscles and the chest hair. “Maybe go grab another couple of drinks?” I offer “now who’s got ulterior motives?” He snarked. I just spun around putting my hands in his chest and said softly “if I wanted your dick bad enough I wouldn’t need to get you drunk” then pull away and for whatever reason add “daddy”

“Jesus fucking Christ” he exclaims in that sexy ass accent. I blush “loving this power” he just looks down to get my attention and my eyes go down to see his outline in the leg of his jeans and my mouth gapes “wanna limp a little?” I just look up at him. I won’t lie I wanted it really bad but I have to be good. “Drinks” I take his hand and lead him from the restaurant and look around “babygirl. It’s 8 am do you really think there will be a bar open?” That’s when I see what gives me a wicked smile and turn to him pointing down the street to a sign that says “live nude girls. Open 24 hours” his grin grows so slyly “clever girl” I fall over laughing at the perfect quote.

As we walk I ask “wanna have some fun with everyone?” “I’m listening” he replies and so I explain “well we could play it one of two ways. One being a bit boring. I’m your wife blah blah blah. OR…. Well you say I look twenties. If that’s true then that means you look old enough to be my dad” he just chuckles “you’re wicked. I’m in”

We go to the strip club. I haven’t been to one in ages so it’s quite fun. Somehow we are able to convince people we are father and daughter. All of it. The naked women this not unattractive married man hitting on me, the looks people get when my “father” buys me a lap dance as part of my engagement party (he added that and it was so funny) and the very strong drink pours definitely have me turned on. I’m not sure when I deciddd to do this but at one point during our combined VIP experience I convince the dancer to let me “dance for daddy” which consisted of me sitting on his lap and grinding while he massaged my breasts through my shirt. He was rock solid and fucking huge. Unfortunately that’s when we both got the notification our plane was coming in about an hour. Luckily neither of us had any luggage so we rushed back and made it through security pretty quickly. We got back to the gate just a few minutes before they started boarding. We drop to the seats laughing.

We sit for a minute silently catching our breaths and they make the announcement of how boarding will go and I put my hand in his thigh. “Well I guess this is gonna be it. Huh?” I say kind of disappointed. “Sorry you never got your bathroom sex”. He just chuckles “be honest. Would you have done it?” I look at him up and down “another drink you probably could’ve talked me into it” we sit quietly. He is called in the first boarding group. As he stands he asks “it was the lap dance wasn’t it?” I just smile and tell him bye then watch him get on the plane. I know I’ll likely see him once or twice but in just a few hours the plane will land and I will be home with Chloe.

They finally call my boarding group, the last one, and I don’t fight for my spot in the line. I’m one of the last few to board. As I make my way down the aisle I look for his smiling face to give him a wave. At around the half way point I get confused then I look and see him sitting there. Back row. Window seat. Mind you it’s a small plane so only two seats on each side. As I keep going it gets more and more obvious that the only empty seat is the one directly beside him which makes me smile a bit. He’s taken off his suit jacket setting it in his lap and loosened his tie he has a big cheesy grin. As I sit down and put on my belt I ask “what are the odds?” He just smirks “pretty good considering.” “Considering what?” I asked confused

“Well when you were getting your lap dance I may have glanced at your phone to get your seat number and possibly changed mine to sit with you” “why would you do that?” I asked. “No reason” he said in a non believable tone. But I let it go. We sit talking about the strip club and the fun we’ve had and how it’s crazy that we met. The plane gets to the end of the runway and he asks if I’m okay. “No. I hate this part” “I’ve got you kitten” he says. We start down the runway and I grip the arm rest hard. I lean back closing my eyes tight he says “you’re okay. It’s perfectly fine” but it isn’t fine. It’s a very bumpy take off and I’m freaking out. He tells me to not think about it to relax “I can’t. I’m sorry if it’s annoying you I can’t.” I say. “I’m not annoyed dear here focus on this” he puts my hand under his jacket and around his fully erect and exposed cock. He’s right I wasn’t thinking about the bumps. My eyes shoot open and I look at him. He lifts the jacket and shows me his pants are open and pulled down. It wa snot photoshopped.

I look around the cabin “are you insane?” I whisper. “Last shot I had to take” he has that stupid smirk. “What if someone sees?” I ask realizing I’m still holding it in my hand. Well as best I can. My hand isn’t that big. “That’s what the jacket is for silly” he says back. I shake my head “no way. We can’t do this” I reply but he just smiles “then why are you?” I look down and notice I’ve started moving my hand up and down slowly on his dick. He slowly covers it back up with the jacket and sits back with his eyes closed “feels brilliant” he says softly then puts his hand on my thigh rubbing it gently.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this” I whisper as I start to caress his manhood under the jacket. He squirms and tenses up a bit when I brush my thumb across the head which makes me happy in a devilish way. I take my hand out and lick the pad of my thumb then go back under the jacket swirling my wet thumb in circles on the head. His grip on my thy tightens up as he fully tenses and gasps “someone’s sensitive” I say smirking. “It’s been a bit” he pants out. I stop teasing his head and go back to long slow strokes which he seems to enjoy a great deal. I have to admit it is nice having a man under my spell again for the first time in so long. His hand slips up my thing and I instinctively open my legs slightly and he follows suit by gently caressing my crotch. I close my eyes and enjoy this feeling. It’s been so long since a man has touched me. Hell it’s been a long time since anyone touched me. I’ve forgotten how great it feels.

I turn my head and look over at him letting him see the ecstasy on my face. His hand moves up my body then he begins awkwardly trying to wriggle it inside my tight leggings. I giggle and reach down with my other hand. I slide my fingers into the waistband and pull them out slightly and his hand goes in easily. His eyes widen when he finds my secret. I’m not wearing panties “naughty girl” he whispers as he gently caresses my labia. I don’t say a word. I hold in all sounds but my face gives away that I’m enjoying it. “Someone else is sensitive” he mimics. “It’s been too long” I softly pant back. I let out a tiny whimper as he slips his thick finger between my lips getting it nice and wet before taking it out and sucking on it “delicious” he says with a soft sexy smile then pulls back the jacket again “did you want a taste?” “Here?” I ask shocked. “Well it’s not like we have a lot of options” he responds. I shake my head. “No way someone will definitely see” he grins again that evil grin he has when he knows he’s right. Then he leans in and whispers in my ear his breath warm on my neck“love were in the back row. The attendants are all strapped in. The only two people who could see are looking out the windows. No one will notice at all. If it helps” he undoes my seatbelt knowing I’m going to give in, “I will keep a lookout” he then kisses my neck softly places his hand gently on the side of my head and starts guiding my face down toward the hairy veiny thick monster that he’s wanted to feed me all day.

As it gets slowly closer it looks so much bigger than it did even a second ago. I open my mouth as I put one hand on his thigh for brace. He guides me so gently as he enters my mouth which closes softly around it. He lets go of my head but I keep lowering slowly letting it slide in to the edge of my gag reflex. The taste immediately overwhelms me and I start to relive every cock I’ve ever sucked, and there were so many, but none like this. It’s so sweet and tangy and thick. His natural scent isn’t like most men at least not that I’ve had and he totally fills my mouth even with my jaw as wide as it goes “that’s a good girl” he says softly petting the back of my head.

Now typically when I give head I take my time and tease him wanting my men to really want it but not only has he shown me non stop for hours how bad he wants it but he will never want it as bad as I do so immediately I start bobbing as quickly as I can sucking as hard as possible. I know the people in front can hear the slurping and I don’t care. I want his cum. I need his cum. More than I’ve ever needed anything I need to make this man orgasm in my mouth. Unfortunately, he is a very stubborn and very experienced lover and he is able to not only control himself but at the same time control me.

I didn’t know until I felt the pinch and tug on my nipple that he had raised my shirt and unhooked my bra. I let out a small yelp that is muffled by his thick meat in my mouth. He releases my nipple and cups my breast massaging it softly “there’s my girl. Just like that” he says softly rolling and squeezing my breast as if it were a ball of dough in a bakers expert hand. I have him deep ing my mouth and I’m bobbing ferociously as I hold the base with both hands. I feel his balls start to tighten and his cock swell a bit. I know what’s coming. It’s what I’ve wanted so badly since I first met him, if I’m honest. I also feel the shift in the plane and hear two dings. As if by cue he pushes me up lifting me off of him setting me up in my seat and starts to pull his pants up. “You see? Fully distracted. You didn’t even notice the rest of the take off” he says with that damn smile.

To say the look I gave him was one of shock and disappointment would be an understatement. I couldn’t believe he was able to stop himself and to deny me what I so badly wanted. “Did you want something more” he asked “didn’t you?” I responded. He leaned over and kissed my neck and whispered “I want you to have that slight limp” then nibbled my ear before going back to sitting normally. “But they will be going by with the drink cart so we can’t have that now can we?” He finished in a very British and matter of fact way. I shake my head annoyed and lean up starting to fix my bra. He stops me. “Take it off” For reasons I’ll never understand I dutifully nod and pull my arms into my shirt sliding the straps down letting it fall to my lap. As I put my arms back in the sleeves he takes it and puts it into his briefcase at his feet taking his own trophy. I’m stunned at his audacity but impressed with his confidence. He taps the seatbelt sign above our heads and down to my lap and I obediently buckle it back and sit there in my wet spot braless, horny and totally confused.

The next few moments of the flight were uneventful. We sat like nothing had happened as the attendants made their way down the aisles with the giant cart and one after another people passed our seat to go to the lavatory directly behind us and across the aisle. Which wouldn’t have been bothersome except the door was anything but soundproof. Pretty sure the guy from 17B should see a doctor. No sooner did I think that before George leaned over and said the same making me laugh. When the attendant got to our row he leaned across letting his elbow brush my nipple holding out his credit card “can we get two dry martinis please?”

The well dressed 20 something man nodded and took the card and headed back up to his cart. I gave George a look and he simply said “what. You said it would only take one more drink.” After a brief pause “what did you think that’s all I wanted? A little knobbing?” He chuckled “kitten I’ve said from the moment I met you what I wanted” he looks back at the lavatory door opening and 17B exiting “though we may want to let it air out a bit first” I sit here stunned yet again “you’re kidding right?” In that British tone again he stated “absolutely not. I don’t know about you but I’ve always been curious about the mile high club. Surely it was on your list” dammit. It was on my list. The man brings us our drinks and I immediately drink half of it

“George. This whole day. Especially” I motion at his crotch “was fun but there’s no way we could.” I pause trying to find reasons to say no “ for starters I don’t think we will fit” “not like we need a ton of room” he immediately replied. “Also it’s not very soundproof and I’m not known to be quiet” I continued. “Even better” he began with that grin “it’s a challenge either you find a way to keep it down or the whole plane will know why you’re limping after” he takes a sip of his drink. “George we will get caught for sure” “possibly, but is t that fun?@ he responded still smiling. He lifted his jacket to show that he was still exposed through his zipper and still very hard “now I’m not opposed to letting you finish what you started on take off but that’s not as fun for you”

He obviously didn’t listen to anything I said because he doesn’t understand how much pleasure I get from giving head, from making a man mine and having him express that with his thick gooey load. Oh fuck I’m so horny. I want it so bad “I don’t have a condom” he smirked “wasn’t planned g to use one since i don’t need to” he made a motion like scissors with his fingers indicating he got a vasectomy. My eyes widened. “Look, you can keep trying to come up with excuses but I have little doubt this is going to happen”

We sat in silence for what felt like an eternity then finally I said what I was thinking “how would it work? Without everyone noticing” he smirked and closed the book he was reading and leaned in putting his hand back on my thigh “the way I figure in about five minutes they will be done with service then all of the attendants will go to other own thing not paying any attention. Likely they’ll go to the beds upstairs and do their own little fun. That’s when we make our move. I will go first and get into position then you follow just scratch on the door and I’ll open it” half way through his explanation he reached out his middle finger and traced my vulva through my leggings then sat back as if nothing happened.

Everything started to happen exactly as he predicted I was shocked at first but then remembered he said he flies regularly. After the attendants disappeared from the cabin he unhooked his belt moved his jacket and stood up facing me. His dick was still out. Not only that it was right in my face he just stopped and looked at me as if giving permission and I put it back in my mouth for a moment. Then he sat back down and said “on second thought you should go first those leggings won’t be easy to get off when I’m in there”

I just look at him “go on girl. We don’t have forever” I got up nervously suddenly very aware of my lack of bra and wetness thinking everyone can see. I go in the bathroom and close the door. Now I’m assuming everyone has been in or knows of an airplane bathroom but just in case let me break it down for you. Take your locker from high school and add a toilet and sink. And for some reason carpet. And the whole thing smells like sweat and urine. Yeah I’m not going barefoot. I wipe down the wet counter top and somehow wiggle out of my leggings and wait wondering what the fuck I’m doing. That’s when I hear the scratches. Now I’ve heard it said you never feel more naked than when you’re naked and in socks. I would say that’s not true. When you’re wearing everything but pants and underwear, which were nearly folded beside me, in a public bathroom. That’s as naked as you can get “Annie” I hear whispered through the door. I reach over and turn the latch.

He opens the door and I see his smile as he sees my hairy pussy on display “my that is a nice sight” he says. “Shut up and get in here and close the door. He did as he was told then undid his pants letting them fall to the floor and for the next few seconds we awkwardly tried to both get in place. Now I’d been wondering how this would work and what position we would be in. Turns out physics took care of that. After a little shuffling I was sitting on the edge of the counter leaned back against the mirror with my legs spread wide. He positioned himself to get ready and thanks to a little turbulence a split second later with a loud groan from me he was fully in. My insides were screaming. After a second of panting my muscles relaxed and let me feel him and I felt it alll. Every vein and ripple. Hell I could feel his pulse. “Jesus you’re tight” he said with that damned grin. I moved my self a bit putting my legs on his shoulders. “I guess there’s no turning back now huh?” I said. “Never was dear. The moment you got up you were mine and I knew it” I rolled my eyes at his audacity that was definitely growing on me. He started to slowly move his hips and I fought a whimper. “I swear to god if you get me pregnant”. That smirk again! “There’s really nothing you can do about it love. You don’t even know my full name” he said then started speeding up.

The thought of that played in my mind. I don’t know this man at all. I will never ever see him again and yet here I am. If I’m honest that made it feel so much better. There was no kissing or gentle caresses. That’s not what this was. He was fucking me as fast and hard as he could and it was taking all I had to not cry out for more. He’d pulled my shirt up and was kneading my breasts and I was playing with my now huge clitoris as his ten inches slammed deeper and deeper. “You wanna scream don’t you. Go ahead let them know what I’m doing to you. Let them hear how you wanted me so bad. Do it. Do it “ he kept saying making it even harder. As I got close I felt his fingers grip my neck tight.

“I feel you everywhere” I panted in time with his thrusts which seemed to get faster and faster. Unable to contain myself it starts with a low soft moan that grows and grows until I cry out “fuuuuck!!!” And start twitching into an amazing orgasm as his hands just paw at my entire body. Not violent by any means but definitely not soft then he says it “you ready baby?” “Yes yes yes!!” I reply excitedly then with a series of slow deep thrusts each with its own grunt he starts cumming deep inside pulling back as each spurt flies filling my entire cavity. After he finishes he falls back a bit letting himself slip out slowly then wipes the last few drops in my hair and just stands for a moment admiring the mess he just made.

Then without a word he pulls his pants up and leaves me there on the counter panting away and dripping onto the counter. I get dressed and make my way back to my seat barely able to move. One of the attendants passes and I ask for a cup of ice. When she delivers it I set it between my legs. Fuck, I think, Chloe is meeting me at the airport and his cum is still oozing out of me. The rest of the flight we sit almost like strangers, barely speaking, as if he didn’t just destroy my insides and leave them full. We get separated as we de-board and I don’t see him again until the baggage claim. He stands on the other side of the carousel as I wait hand in hand with my wife waiting for my bag. He gets his first and just gives me a nod as he leaves. I know I’ll never know that feeling again but I guarantee I will always remember him.