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Subject: {ASSM} Flight (M/F, Wife, Cheat?)
Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 00:10:02 -0400
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Flight
By: Jibsheet
(c)2001 - commercial reposting prohibited. May be 
reposted on free sites with author's name and email 
intact.

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Author's Note: A fantasy story, for a change, although 
it was inspired by Betty of the "Betty" series.

Comments welcome at jibsheet26@hotmail.com
My website: http://jibsheet.tripod.com/
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Throughout the long flight, our eyes kept meeting 
across the intervening seats. I'd look up from my book 
to catch her looking at me, or she would find me 
staring openly at her when she raised her eyes from 
her magazine.

Each time, we'd quickly look away, with that initial 
awkwardness that strangers have when they are caught 
staring. But after a while, after it had happened more 
than a few times, the eye contact began to last just a 
split second longer, and a slight smile would cross 
her face before she looked away.

Sitting at opposite window seats as we were, with the 
plane absolutely full, there was no way to move over 
and try and strike up a conversation. There were just 
the glances, and that mutual attraction that would 
force our eyes to meet, time and time again.

I thought I'd have a chance to meet her in aisle after 
the flight.after all, we're so conditioned, so 
regimented to the airplane routine.each row empties, 
one after the other, people carefully mixing one by 
one into a line, the way cards are shuffled together 
in a deck. By rights, we should have ended up walking 
out together. But of course, the couple next to me 
chose to wait out the rush, as some people always do, 
and by the time I got to the aisle, she was gone.

Out in the airport lounge, I searched quickly for that 
dark head of hair. Nothing. She'd gone on, probably 
running to catch her next flight. I figured that would 
be it, and all I'd ever know about her would be 
wrapped up in those dark, secretive eyes, and that 
small smile. Shouldering my bag, I shrugged, put it 
down to fate, and went off in search of the baggage 
claim.

Halfway down the long corridor to the escalators, I 
suddenly saw a small, dark-haired figure, bending to 
look in a shop window. I quickened my pace, almost 
running, pushing rudely through the throngs of people 
that separated us. She straightened up, and turned to 
go on, but then that same force stopped her, and she 
looked back. Our eyes met again.

Breaking through the last knot of travelers, I almost 
stumbled into her; put out my hand to keep her from 
leaving, and tried to speak. Before the words would 
come, there was that small, secret smile again, and 
she raised her hand to lay her finger across my lips, 
and keep me silent.


A ring glinted on that hand. A wedding ring.


An unlabeled door banged open next to us, and a shop 
clerk came out, laden with boxes. Before the door 
could shut, the same hand that kept me silent reached 
out, and she pulled me into the room behind the door.

The room was small, and lined with shelves. Boxes of 
books, candy and snacks where jumbled about, under the 
glare of the single overhead lamp. She backed up 
slowly, her eyes now locked on mine, until her 
shoulders rested against the shelves. Her hand came up 
again, almost in slow motion, a single finger across 
her lips now, reminding me again that no words were to 
be spoken.

The hand left her lips, and I watched in stunned 
silence as it led my eyes down. Down along the line of 
her throat, teasing through the open neckline of her 
blouse. Down along the pearl white buttons, and across 
under the swell of her breast. Down along the slim 
waist, down across the swelling hips, down until her 
seeking fingertips found the hem of her short skirt.

And then..up again, slowly raising her skirt. My cock 
stiffened as the tops of her stockings came into view 
- lacey and white, against smooth skin. Still her hand 
moved up, taking the skirt with it. Hips, bare, just 
pair of soft high cut panties, darker where the hair 
beneath invited; darker too, where a silvery wet spot 
indicated her arousal.

Now the other hand, reaching. In across the hinted 
dark hair, fingers sliding down across the moisture, 
stroking the lips still hidden by the panties, eyes 
still locked on mine, her breath coming faster to 
match the movement of her fingers. 

Suddenly, she pulled the crotch of the panties aside. 
As if the invitation needed to be any clearer, she 
spread her legs apart, and arched her hips, offering 
herself to me.

I crossed the room in a quick stride, unzipping, 
freeing myself. 

Between her legs now, bending at the knees, driving my 
cock up.up and into her cunt in one smooth, swift 
stroke.

For a split second, we remained motionless, locked 
together. She reached out on either side to grasp the 
edges of the shelf, lifting herself on her toes and 
angling her cunt out to me. Her eyes blazed, and I 
responded to their need. 

Drawing back, I plunged into her depths again, and 
then began to fuck her, hard and fast. The questioning 
looks of the past hours were all answered in that 
insistent, hot fucking. Each pounding stroke would 
drive her up off her toes, until I reached down 
beneath her and took her ass in my hands, lifting her. 
Now I could slam into her body, fucking her the way we 
both wanted.hard, fast, and brutal. She was so wet 
that I could feel her juices dripping onto my thighs 
and the floor between our feet. Her fingernails 
scratched along the shelves as I drove her on; a box 
fell from above, scattering candy across the room. 

Still harder, and faster we fucked, staring into each 
other's eyes, lost in the feeling of cock in cunt, of 
surging pleasure, of nearing climax. The world passed 
by outside the door, but inside there was only animal 
heat, and raw desire.

Suddenly, we were there! My prick swelled in her body, 
her cunt clutched at it. I thrust myself deep into 
her, and began to shoot, pulse after pulse of hot cum 
filling her body. Her left hand flew up to her mouth, 
and she bit her knuckle as she reached for her orgasm 
- I watched the diamond in her wedding ring shimmering 
with each movement, as I thrust into her again and 
again, demanding that she join me in orgasm.

Just as quickly, it was over. I slid out of her 
embracing cunt, and let her feet reach for the floor, 
even as I fell away from her, panting and hot. Her 
hand left her mouth, knuckles showing the imprint of 
her passion, and once again traveled down her body. 

Reaching her cunt, now open and visibly used, she ran 
her fingers along the soft lips again, gathering her 
wetness and my cum, even as the other hand 
straightened her panties and skirt.

Once more, she raised her hand to her mouth.once more 
she gave me the signal for silence. Then her mouth 
opened and she sucked her finger in hotly, tasting our 
fucking. 

Reaching over, she drew that same wet finger across my 
lips, smiled, and then she was gone.
--end--

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