Shagging On the Plane

Fuck it. I always hate window seats. Gives me the creeps. I sat down and glanced at the empty seat beside me. I also hate flying. I fucking hate flying. The nausea rides me like a wave and affects my equilibrium till the plane lands. Oh my God. I leaned back against the seat and gripped the arms.. People are still entering and the plane hasn't even moved yet.. And I'm filled with fear already. What a pussy I am. I'm hoping to exchange with my neighbour; and why isn't the person here yet.



I let my mind wander; I'd love to take the train if I could.. Then it hit me. The smell. Exotic and light. Like a hint of Bamboo with a splash of vanilla. Yummy. I inhaled deeply and let the smell hit my blood like a joint. I closed my eyes and couldn't wait to take the next breathe. Yes, with a dash of male sweat. That completed the combo. I opened my eyes.. Was I in a dream? I felt the presence of someone. I turned left and saw Him.

Bald. Totally. Clean shaven. I looked at him curiously.. His profile is stunning. Thick eyebrows and the longest lashes I ever saw. Straight nose. Exotic looking. Proud. Manly. Agile. He is the source of that delicious smell that got me in a daze.

The most powerful feeling gripped me. Lust. I let it wash over me in waves. He totally ignored me, like I wasn't there. Faintly, i heard the voice on the intercom asking us to fasten
our seatbelts. I did it without thinking. For the first time ever, I felt calm Wash over me; instead of the characteristic panic. I continued to gaze at him, fascinated.

His arms were slim and tanned; he looks fit.

He suddenly looked up and our gaze crashed.

I felt intense feeling rush through me. His eyes spoke to me.

Lust. Want. Need.

It's like ages passed. I felt him lower my seat. And covered me a complementary blanket; he got it from an hostess.

Still he didn't break our gaze.

He leaned forward and whispered.."I'm going to fuck you now". I felt blown away already. We skipped the niceties; we can't kiss afterall. He gently placed his hands under the blanket.. Then ran his arms up my shirt.. Bunched it up.. I slipped my hands under the blankets too and gently popped off my buttons.. He pulled open the shirt..

His hands grabbed a breast and squeezed hard. I gasped on the low key. He smooched e and squeezed me thoroughly.

"Meet me at the restroom" he whispered.

I stood up and followed him.