A Cumfortable Flight - An Erotic Tale...

A Cumfortable Flight - An Erotic Tale...

Deondre slumped in seat 12D of United flight 1420 from Chicago's O'Hare airport to New Orleans. He was tired after enduring pointless business meetings in the Windy City, and now he had two hours of cramped misery to look forward to before he landed in his hometown.

He was looking out the window at the baggage handlers when he heard a soft, sexy voice say, "Oh, thank you!" He turned just in time to see a bad brunette push her carry-on into the overhead bin, with the help of another passenger. Deondre couldn't help but notice how her large breasts jiggled as she shoved the suitcase into the bin, and he could scarcely believe his luck when she smiled and said, "Here's my seat!" and sat down next to him.

She turned to him and held out a perfectly manicured hand. "I'm Keisha!" He took her hand and mumbled his name, a little dazed by what he saw. She looked like she was in her late twenties, beautiful hair, perfect makeup, and those huge titties. Her top was black and low cut and Deondre could see ample amounts of cleavage; he found himself staring and mentally estimating "Double-Ds." Her skirt was also black and relatively conservative, but as she twisted in her seat it rode slightly up her shapely thighs. Deondre was a sucker for curvy women and Keisha was certainly that. "36DD 30 40," he thought; he was not far wrong.

As Keisha made herself comfortable Deondre tried to be inconspicuous as he looked at her breasts. They were mesmerizing – so big and in motion. Deondre started thinking about what it would be like to touch them. It had been a long time since he'd been with a woman and he felt an almost forgotten pressure in his groin.

As the plane started to move, Keisha turned and bent to look out the window. Deondre was surrounded by the exotic scent of her perfume, and was treated to a full view of her titties, barely contained in her lace bra. He lost track of his surroundings as he stared, imagining Keisha's naked breasts and in his hands.

When he came to, he realized Keisha was no longer staring out the window. She was looking at him as he stared at her chest. His face got hot and he mumbled an apology. She smiled sweetly, put her hand on his leg, and leaned forward even further, "That's okay, Deondre. I don't mind."

He noticed in that moment that her eyes were a beautiful shade of green, and her lips were very sexy, red, and wet. He felt her fingernails trace circles on his thigh, and the motion made her titties bunch and move in a most alluring fashion. The pressure in his groin became a swelling in his dick as his excitement grew.

"You like my titties?" she asked. He nodded. "So does my boyfriend," she smiled. Deondre swallowed hard, "Boyfriend?" he croaked. "Don't worry sweetie," she giggled. "He likes it when I act mess with other men. Do you think I'm a bad girl Deondre?"

Even in his aroused and confused state, Deondre knew this was a delicate question. Did she want him to think she was one or not? By the way she was acting, Deondre finally decided she did.

He had to clear his throat twice before he could answer. "Um, yes I guess I do think you're a bad girl." Keisha smiled, and traced her fingers a little higher up his thigh. "Do you mind that I'm a bad girl?" she asked. Deondre grinned, "No, I think it's good."

The plane started to accelerate for take-off and Keisha sat back in her seat, but kept her hand on Deondre's thigh. He felt her squeeze hard as the plane left the ground, and noticed her breasts rising and falling as her breathing deepened and increased. "I'm a little scared of flying," she laughed. He smiled and noticed her hard nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her blouse. Keisha was obviously a woman who was easily aroused.

After they reached altitude drinks were served. Keisha lowered both of their trays – even though Deondre wasn't drinking. She ordered a highball and she washed down a couple of pills with it as she winked at Deondre. "This helps with my flying jitters," she said. It probably also helps the "bad girl" come out, he thought.

And he was right. When the captain lowered the lights for the in-flight movie, Keisha unbuckled her safety belt, raised the arm-rest between their seats, and leaned over to close the window shade – once again giving Deondre a clear view of her magnificent titties. Then it became clear why she'd lowered both trays; her hand – which had scarcely left Deondre's thigh during the entire flight – began a slow, tantalizing trek towards his crotch, hidden from sight by the little tables.

Keisha smiled at Deondre with a raised eyebrow, as if to ask permission before reaching into the candy jar. He smiled back and her hand continued to move higher. Keisha shifted in her seat and spread her legs slightly. Her skirt rode up higher and Deondre could just see the slightest trace of pubic hair and the smoothness of her shaved pussy lips. Even in the low light he could see her glistening wetness.

Keisha's smile broadened as she watched Deondre ogle her pussy. She pressed her shoulders forward, showing Deondre mounds of lovely flesh. At that moment her hand reached his dick, which was now rock hard and pulsing with excitement. "Mmmmm," she sighed. "You're so big!" His dick jumped under her hand and he smiled.

Deondre was astonished almost to disbelief at what was happening to him. It was beyond anything he had dreamed in his most amazing masturbatory fantasy. A beautiful, sexy, curvy woman was showing him her titties and pussy and beating his dick at thirty-five thousand feet!

Deondre's boldness was growing along with his dick and he worked up the nerve to put his hand in Keisha's lap. When she closed her eyes and moaned, increasing her rhythmic stroking of his dick, he took it as permission and pressed his finger against her clit. Her hips immediately bucked and she giggled, "You're a bad man Deondre."

As Deondre continued to tease her clit and dip his fingers into her wet slit, Keisha pulled down his zipper and pulled his dick out of his pants. He almost came instantly from the touch of her hand surrounding his hard-on, and had to stifle a groan. This clearly turned her on even more, and he felt her cum leak out onto his probing fingers.

Keisha took her cocktail napkin and placed it on Deondre's pants. "Wouldn't want to make a mess, now would we?" she smiled. Deondre's balls felt like they were going to explode as Keisha jerked his dick faster and faster. Her titties were bouncing magnificently in time with her stroking and her right nipple rode up and out of her bra.

This was all Deondre could take and his dick swelled in Keisha's hand, then jerked spasmodically as stream after stream of hot cum shot out of its engorged head. The little napkin quickly filled and overflowed with cum, and Keisha used her other hand to catch it and protect Deondre's pants. With a dirty grin she pressed her hand to her chest and let his cum run down her cleavage.

Keisha's eyes closed and she fondled Deondre's softening dick. His fingers continued their twirling motion around her soaking wet clit, and Keisha's hips swayed and bucked faster and faster until, to Deondre's surprise, he felt a gush of warm liquid hit his hand. Keisha was making little squeaking sounds as she suppressed an orgasmic scream. Deondre had never made a woman squirt before and hoped to God he would do it again.

Spent but still euphoric from their orgasms, they did their best to straighten their clothes and dispose of the cum filled napkin. Looking around, they hoped that no one noticed their little escapade. They just looked at each other and smiled at their dirty little secret.

As their plane landed in New Orleans, Deondre asked Keisha to have dinner with him, but she had to catch a connecting flight to Miami. She gave him her email address and told him to let her know if he visited Chicago again. He definitely planned on it.