January is the coldest month of the year in Detroit. It was blustery outside and I lay in front of the fireplace, dreaming about my upcoming vacation. How marvelous it was going to be to lie out on a clean, sandy beach in Jamaica and be warm. I got up and finished packing before spending an excited, restless night in anticipation of fun in the sun. Little did I know how much fun I’d have even before I reached my destination!
The next morning I was driven to the airport by a friend, who let me off at the terminal. When I went to check my bags, the girl behind the ticket counter told me the flight would be delayed a couple of hours, so I headed toward the airport bar. It was busy with travelers, and a football game was blaring from the TV. I took the last seat at the bar as a fat man vacated it and ordered myself a drink, settling in for the duration.
As I tried to get interested in the game, I had the bizarre feeling that someone was watching me. I glanced up and looked around the room. Sure enough, there sat the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on, with hair gently graying at the temples and glowing blue eyes. He was indeed staring at me. I smiled and he returned the greeting with a wink. When I finished my drink I headed for the gate, thinking no more about my admirer.
I boarded the plane as soon as it was ready and found my window seat. I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye, and there he was the beautiful man I’d seen at the bar. He grinned and introduced himself, and from the look in his eye and the lurch of my heart in my chest I knew this was going to be an interesting trip. I could hardly get my name out.
As the flight attendant served drinks and snacks, Kevin started off the conversation, telling me about his job and where he was from. All I could do was stare, captivated by those blue eyes, hardly hearing a word he said. I started to fantasize about him, looking at his big hands and picturing the rest of his body in vivid detail. By then I could feel dampness between my legs. As we continued to talk, his hand brushed my knee when he reached under the seat for his briefcase. A quiver went down my spine. The thought of doing it on a plane was the ultimate turn on. I excused myself and headed to the rest room to cool down.
When I started to make my way out of the rest room, there he stood. Smiling with that devilish grin, he asked if he could join me! All I could do was smile and step back inside. He slid in and locked the door behind us.
Our lips met in a fury of passion. I began to kiss the man as if my life depended on it. I became putty in his hands my cunt was sopping wet. He encouraged me by brushing his fingers across my already hard nipples. He cupped my full breasts in his hands and toyed with them, then reaching up my skirt, he cupped my pussy. I moaned and arched toward his hand.
Judging by the bulge in his pants, he was as aroused as I was. I reached out and touched his swollen cock. When he groaned with approval, I quickly unzipped his pants, allowing his beautiful cock to spring into view. I couldn’t wait to taste him. Down on my knees now, I slid his cock deep into my throat, keeping my lips wrapped tightly around the shaft. He gripped the sink, head thrown back in sweet agony while I devoured his throbbing tool. Brushing my lips lightly around the head apparently sent shivers down his back. He was as hard as a baseball bat and throbbing with a wonderful ache that demanded satisfaction.
Kevin pulled me up and we quickly traded places, kissing with wild abandon. He started moving down my neck, licking and kissing. I then slowly unbuttoned my blouse, baring my breasts. He licked a trail down my belly, his strong, powerful hands moving up my calves, my thighs, driving me insane. Slowly moving to the insides of my thighs, he lifted my legs and rested them on his broad shoulders. His tongue moved closer to my already soaking thong, licking across its front, teasing me. He reached up and pulled it down, smiling as he ducked between my legs.
Then he began to kiss and lick my shaved pussy, paying special attention to my clitoris. His tongue moving in a circular motion around my sweet, wet pussy sent me into an intense orgasm. He looked up at me with that mischievous grin that said he wasn’t finished with me yet.
He stood, turning me around and bending me over the sink with my legs spread, my skirt up around my waist. He began rubbing his impressive erection up and down my slit, with me begging to be fucked. With that, he thrust himself inside me and I was in heaven. His hands on my hips pulled me back toward him as he pounded me with his raging hard on. He thrust deeper and I came explosively again, having the most exquisite orgasm.
With each shock wave my pussy tightened around his rock hard cock, and I could feel his manhood swelling even more inside me. With one last thrust, he exploded. We could feel each other’s body tremble. Turning to face him, sweat dripping off my face, I asked if I could help him clean up. Again I made my way down his body and began to greedily lick up his sweet nectar. It was delicious agony for him he trembled as I licked his exhausted cock clean.
Smiling, he pulled me to my feet, saying, Welcome to the Mile High Club, my dear.
Ms. Melinda H., Detroit, Michigan