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Another of story that I have-I don't know if it's a repost or not.
Standard disclaimers apply.


    It was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in Brisbane for the
 long journey home to Boston. This was the end of a month-long campervan
 vacation in Australia, and I, for one, was overjoyed to be heading back
to
 some normalcy. For an entire month my wife Anne (I call her "the queen")
 had avoided sex in the campervan, or anywhere else for that matter, since
 "the children are nearby."  - The irony of her way of thinking will be
 evident shortly. Actually, she is not very interested in sex anytime,
since
 she was taught by her mother that sex was "dirty."  The only time she
ever
 saw her parents making love, they were fully clothed (hike up the skirt,
 dear - I'll just quickly unzip.) Sometimes I wonder how we ever ended up
 with three children; one is grown and on her own, the two boys (Ralph, 17
 and Trevor, 14) were with us on holiday. Because I travel regularly, I
have
 opportunity for other sexual outlets during the year, but four plus weeks
 within close quarters with a demanding uptight woman does not give you
much
 opportunity to develop alternatives.
    I had some first class upgrade coupons, but at check-in time was told
 there was only one seat available. Anne immediately volunteered because
of
 her "potential for a bad back," and was seated in 3A. The boys and I were
 given 21K/L and 22L. This was aisle and window seating in the 2-5-2
 configuration, and the last two rows in the second section. I took the
 single seat, and let Ralph and Trevor sit together for the first ten-hour
 segment of the flight.
    An attractive woman dressed in a loose sweater and very tight blue
jeans
 took the seat next to me. I could see that Ralph was uncomfortable and
 maybe even a little jealous, since he kept turning around to talk to me,
 but she was too old (29 to be interested in him. She introduced herself
as
 Christine, "You can call me Chrissy."  She was about five foot eight,
light
 brown (almost blond) long hair, a nice ass - firm and high, breasts with
an
 impact even through her shapeless sweater, and obviously in good physical
 condition.
    Chrissy was headed for Miami to pick up her belongings from a recent
 divorce; she and her husband had been working together on private yachts
 for eight years, and he had developed a cocaine habit. When he would not
 seek help to end his drug addiction, and more immediately after a close
 call with customs in Australia last year, she decided then and there to
 split from him, filed for divorce, stayed in Brisbane, and had just been
 notified the divorce was final. In the meantime, she had met another guy
 she wanted to stay with, and was going to Miami to settle up the property
 and return to her new lover. This I discovered during dinner conversation
 and over a few shared glasses of wine. Looking into my eyes, she confided
 she was "now free and ready for some excitement."
    The movie started, the flight attendants went around the cabin to
lower
 all the shades, and Chrissy said, "I'd rather talk, if it's OK with you;
 this movie is terrible."  I had also seen the movie and agreed. We spent
 the next two hours getting to know each other better. Chrissy at one
point
 said, "You have terrific eyes, I get really turned on by eyes."  We
talked
 about the kids, and when she asked if I was married and learned about
Anne
 in the front cabin, she thought it displayed selfish behavior and then
 never mentioned my marital status again.
    By now, the boys had fallen asleep, and just before the end of the
 movie, Chrissy excused herself for a few minutes, reached into the
overhead
 bin for her carry-on (stretched long enough to get my mind focused on her
 hips and legs in those wonderful tight jeans,) and headed to the lavatory
 in the back. When she returned, she was wearing loose-fitting sweatpants,
 and when she asked if I minded if she lifted the arm dividing the seats,
I
 replied "Of course not!"  By now I had an idea of what she had in mind,
 because she had confided during the movie that one of her greatest
turn-ons
 was the risk of discovery while having sex. "My husband was not a great
 lover, but in the close confines of the boat it was always exciting to
fuck
 without anyone nearby knowing about it; I had more orgasms from fucking
 near other people than from the sex act itself."  As she shared this with
 me, she was already visibly breathing more quickly.
    Chrissy and I arranged the blankets over both of us, now no longer
 separated, and curled up like spoons in the otherwise crowded seats. I
 started to give her a back rub, slowly working over her muscles by now
 cramped from the first five hours of the flight. She purred quietly, and
 after a while squirmed her shapely ass on the seat, pushing it back into
my
 growing erection. With both hands I reached around under her loose
sweater,
 and fondled her globes, her nipples growing firmer under my gentle
 stroking.
    Chrissy reached back and with one hand released my belt, then
unbuckled
 and unbuttoned my pants. I whispered in her ear, "How do you do that?  I
 can't even do that with one hand, and they're my pants."  She laughed,
and
 said, "Years of practice; don't worry, it gets better."  My hard-on
sprang
 out of my tight bikini briefs as she pulled the waistband forward, and
she
 whispered, "I'm glad you're not wearing boxer shorts, I can't stand
them."
    Chrissy began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing with its own
 lubrication. She used the pre-come to help rotate her fingers gently
around
 the head, stroking it with ever firmer pressure. I withdrew my hands from
 under her sweater to push my pants down further, allowing me to slip the
 briefs down below my swollen balls, which she now explored with her
 questing hand. Lubricating her fingers even more with her saliva, she
 alternately rubbed my balls and massaged the head of my dick.
    My hands were now free, and I hungrily reached forward for her erect
 nipples, shortly afterward sliding my right hand down her belly and
 slipping it under the waistband of her sweatpants. She was wearing no
 panties underneath, and the inside of the cotton sweats was already wet
 with her juices. As I stroked her mound, her lubrication welcomed my
 fingers into her warm wet cunt. Rubbing the juices on my fingers, I began
 to circle her clitoris and then used my fingers to stroke in and out of
her
 pussy while my thumb pushed against her swollen clit. She was breathing
 harder now, and could not stop moving her ass around on the seat, first
 bucking her soaking cunt against my right hand, then pushing her ass back
 against my cock through the sweatpants.
    Just then, the stewardess came down the aisle, paused noticeably as
she
 came up to our row, glared at me (me? why me? there are two of us here,
you
 know!), almost said something, then apparently decided that since we were
 bothering nobody else, she would keep moving. Good! While we were both
 close to fully clothed at that time, there was little chance she could do
 anything legally disastrous, but who needs the embarrassment, or the
hassle
 from the kids for that matter.
    As the stewardess left, Chrissy whispered. "She knows exactly what we
 are doing, and she's jealous!  Now I want to have your prick inside me.
 I'll keep quiet, but I need you to fuck me now."  With this, she lifted
her
 ass off the seat and slid her sweats down below her knees, then separated
 her legs slightly and moved back so I could slide into her dripping pussy
 from behind. I moved slowly in and out as she purred and pushed back onto
 my cock quietly so we would not wake our neighbors.
    At the same time, I reached back around to stroke her clitoris easily
 but steadily. The appearance of the stewardess had startled me, and most
of
 the urgency for release that had built up from her stroking my hard-on
had
 subsided, so it was a nice, long, easy fuck, punctuated by her spasming
in
 orgasm three times before my cock pressure built up to the point of no
 return. I came with the most excruciating pleasure I had felt in my life
 (actually for the last month, but you know how easy it is to lose
 perspective at the moment.)  I felt like I unleashed at least a pint of
 come into her already dripping cunt. I sighed, and whispered' "Chrissy,
it
 must have been heaven that sent you to this seat. You don't know how much
I
 needed that."
    She then turned around in the seat to sit normally, and kissed me for
 the first time. "I needed it just as much as you did; you're a terrific
 fuck, but on top of that it's the danger that makes me come so much.
Thanks
 for being here, I dreamed that I'd be fucked silly on this trip. As we
 kissed, I told her about my favorite turn-on. "What I like best is eating
 pussy, but there is no room here for that. Would you like to go to the
back
 of the plane with me?"
    "What do you mean?  In the lavatory?" she asked.
    "Yes. If we are reasonably cautious we can get in there without
causing
 an uproar," I replied.
    "I've never done that before," Chrissy explained.
    "There's a first time for everything," I said, and moved to pull up my
 pants and buckle my belt. She thought about it for a minute, and then
said,
 "why not, let's try it!"  She drew up the sweatpants and tied the
 drawstring (I hadn't noticed there was one before - must not have been
 tied.)  Then she got up and headed for the back of the plane, with me
 following directly behind.
    She entered the first lavatory, which was vacant (good thing the
flight
 was long, and everybody was still asleep.) I slipped right in behind her
 before the flight attendants noticed we were even there. As I closed the
 door, she turned and we started to kiss passionately. She broke for a
quick
 query, "how do you do anything in this little space?"  As I untied the
 drawstring on her sweatpants, I said, "Just lift up and sit on the sink,
 and let me taste your cunt."
    Chrissy lifted, spread her legs, and I could see her cunt lips were
 still swollen from her last orgasm. I gently tongued her outer lips,
 occasionally swiveling my head to nip the insides of her thighs, but
always
 returning to circle her clit, and as it swelled up, suck on it gently.
 There was no end to the wetness; her own lubrication, supplemented by the
 enormous load of come I had left in her pussy, dripped down both sides of
 my chin onto the stainless steel sink surface and trailed down her
thighs.
    After tonguing her into a few more orgasms, I realized how hard I was
 getting again, and finally stood up, sliding her ass slightly off the
 surface, and drove my cock into her again while we exchanged extremely
wet
 but tasty kisses, flavored by both of our juices. Such a short time after
 the last fuck, and she was sooo wet; this time it lasted at least twenty
 minutes, both of us sighing and savoring the overwhelming sensations
 coursing through our bodies. Finally, after a slow buildup that I never
 wanted to end, I came again, not as much this time, but she sensed it and
 started bucking hard just at the same moment. The pleasure was so intense
 it was almost painful.
    The light came on to return to the cabin, and after a few minutes we
 were able to adjust ourselves to some degree of presentability to return
to
 our seats. Just as we opened the door, the same stewardess was looking
 right into my eyes. She said angrily, "Please return to your seats and
stay
 there. We have some turbulence and the captain has turned on the seat
belt
 sign."  I couldn't help but think that maybe we were the cause of the
 turbulence, but then that's just my imagination running away with me
again.
    As we settled in to the seats, Chrissy pushed the seat divider down,
 saying, "I think everyone is waking up, let's not embarrass your boys."
 The breakfast service was beginning, the cabin lights were turned on, and
 we were again two strangers who happened to be sitting next to each other
 on the plane. The secret of our mile-high lovemaking was secure. We
 exchanged addresses, but with her in Brisbane and me in Boston it's not
 likely we'll ever meet again. Both of us promised to use caution in
 contacting each other should the opportunity arise, so our current SO
would
 not be disturbed, but also promised to get together if possible again.
    I said goodbye to Chrissy at the seat, and went forward with the
 unsuspecting boys to deplane. As we got to the end of the ramp in the
 terminal, I asked Anne, "How was your flight?"
    "Great," she replied, "one of the most relaxing ever."
    "Me too!"

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