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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Going Down? {David Altaire} (MF, exhib, public, humil)
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Standard disclaimers apply: This is a work of erotic fiction, any similarity
to actual persons, living or dead, is unintended, don't read this if you're
going to get in trouble for it, blah blah blah.
I would like to thank Kevin Smith's movie "Mallrats" for providing
the inspiration for this story. Also, thanks to Ray for getting back to
me so quickly and (hopefully) helping me to correct the formatting
error in my first posting.
As always, comments/criticism (constructive or otherwise) can be sent
to David_Altaire@hotmail.com, and will be greatly appreciated.
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Nancy Tanner opened her eyes, panicked whispers and moans still
ringing in her ears. 'Fuck, it's still happening.'
They were an hour into the Los Angeles to Detroit flight,
probably somewhere over Nevada, as if that mattered, when things had
started to go awry. First the fasten seatbelts sign had flashed on
without warning or explanation; then, the flight attendants had all
suddenly vanished from sight. A minute later, the 727 had veered
sharply to the right, screams of protest echoing through the frame of
the passenger jet. And then, of course, the panic had started to set
in.
She was still a young woman of 28, but already a veteran of
enough flights to know that this wasn't normal. She craned her neck
and looked nervously around the aircraft, catching the eyes of a few
fellow passengers who were doing the same thing, every mind filled with
the same thought which couldn't be uttered aloud: 'We're all going to
die.'
Nancy didn't want to die -- not now, not any time soon. Not
ever, if she had any say in the matter. She certainly didn't want to
die in the name of some pissant little clothing company that still
clung to the notion that a face to face meeting was preferable to a
phone call, especially when the news that she had to pass on would
probably only end with a canceled order. But the unscheduled descent
of her air transport seemed to mock her wishes at the moment.
She could hear sobbing from behind her in the cabin, feminine
sobbing it sounded like, and fought to keep from joining in. The
airliner was nearly empty on this red-eye flight, perhaps 3 dozen
people scattered throughout the tourist class with her. She could see
only one with ease: a businessman, she was certain, sitting there in
jacket and tie, and no doubt out on a mission as pointless as her own.
He sat across the aisle from her, a few stray grays in his otherwise
black hair betraying his age, at least a decade beyond her own. With
a start, she realized that he was staring at her.
Not in panic, as she stared back, but calmer. Almost resigned
to the situation. And he wasn't staring at her face; he was staring
at her legs.
The businesswoman immediately jerked her knees tightly
together, pulling her feet under the seat. 'Here we are all about to
die, and all this perv can think to do is gawk at me.' She hated that.
She also got it a lot. Nancy was an attractive woman, and she
knew it. Red hair which flowed down to the middle of her back when
down, but was currently tucked up into a smart bun. Porcelain skin
which she fastiduously protected from the punishing Southern California
sun. And a 34B-23-34 body which she carefully maintained through five
aerobics sessions a week, plus regular jogging. She didn't go out of
her way to draw attention from men normally, but in a business
sense...well, it just made sense to use every weapon in her arsenal to
get ahead. So what if she'd earned an honors degree in Business from
UCLA; she had little doubt that it had been the short business skirt
she'd worn to her interview which had landed her position with
Pennington's.
And now, on her way to tell a major client that their shipment
would once again have to be delayed because of problems with her own
company's supplier, a short skirt had been a necessity once again. She
didn't care so much about keeping the contract and protecting corporate
earnings for Pennington's as she did about how good it would look to
her bosses if she could do so. Rumor had it that there would soon be
a management position opening up, and after 6 years as little more than
a glorified gopher, Nancy wanted it. It was just too bad that she was
going to die in a fiery plane crash instead.
The man's eyes jerked up to hers, and he smiled bashfully at
having been caught, but didn't look away. And damnit, why was an
Alanis Morisette lyric stuck in her head? 'And as the plane crashed
down, he thought, well isn't this nice?' Yeah, real fucking ironic,
indeed.
Her gaze remained fixed on the stranger across the aisle, their
heads jerking around from time to time as the plane careened through
the air. He wasn't unattractive, she decided, for an older guy. It
was hard to tell through his business jacket, but the way that it hung
from his shoulders hinted that he was in decent shape at least. His
face was aging well, dark eyes set to the sides of a thin nose, his jaw
heavy and squared. Incredibly, she felt her legs slide back out from
her seat, stretching as much as she could in the cramped cabin.
He nodded slowly, a silent 'thank you' beamed across the aisle.
'What the fuck?', she figured; 'we're all going to die, and if he wants
to go out staring at my legs, no harm done, really.' The redhead
leaned back in her seat slightly, letting her skirt ride up to
mid-thigh.
The panic was beginning in earnest around them now, several
people crying out loud, others trying desperately to quell fears that
they themselves felt. There was still no word from the pilots, no
announcement from the crew, and Nancy wasn't sure if that was common in
these circumstances or not. Would it be better to tell everyone that
they were going to crash, or just remain silent?
She opted to dwell on something she could more easily account
for, staring silently across perhaps 10 feet at the man. He gestured
slightly with his hand, as if grabbing and pulling on something, and
she got the message loud and clear. Still not quite believing she was
going along with this, she moved her trembling hand down to the hem of
her skirt, wiggling in her seat as she tugged it upwards until her
fingers slid across the bare skin above her black stockings. He
smiled again, his tongue flickering over his lips, eyes burning holes
into her long, shapely, and nearly completely uncovered legs.
Nancy wiggled her toes slightly, her heels somewhere on the
floor of the cabin, having skittered off long ago from where she'd
kicked them when she'd first settled in. It was bizarre, but she felt
herself getting turned on by his lusty leer, even knowing that his
death, her death, all of their deaths waited just minutes away.
Before her brain had the chance to comprehend the commands it sent,
her hands were undoing the twin buttons on her jacket, shrugging it off
her shoulders as she twisted her torso to face him.
She knew without looking what he could now see -- her simple
white business blouse, transparent enough to make out the outline of
the lacy white bra she wore underneath, which plunged low on her
breasts and lifted them together for maximum cleavage. It wasn't the
most comfortable brassiere in her wardrobe, but it pushed her tits out
enough to hint at more ample treasures than she actually possessed,
through the heavy jacket.
He stared for a long moment before aping her actions, pulling
off his dark blue blazer and revealing a lighter blue work shirt, red
"power" tie sliding over his side. He was indeed in fairly good shape,
or at least she couldn't make out any kind of a gut on his body.
The plane still pitching violently, she lifted the armrest of
the middle seat on her row, leaning further to repeat the motion on
the next one. Feeling her stomach lurch as the plane seemed to catch
in midair for a moment, she unbuckled her seat belt in defiance of the
insistent sign above her, swinging her legs up onto the seats and
leaning back against the window, her skirt bunching up above her
stocking tops, legs spread wide enough to allow him a view of her
satin panties, silver in color. Fighting the urge to grab hold of the
seat cushions to steady herself, she reached upward with trembling
fingers, working the buttons on her blouse.
She managed to get the top two undone before a particularly
violent jerk of the airframe caused her to rip the next two off, the
blouse now open to below her lacy bra. Pausing for a second to get
her heart back under control, she shrugged mentally and tore it the
rest of the way open, the buttons bouncing off the back of her seat
and falling who knows where.
Her voyeur had already pulled the tie off, and was rapidly
working on his shirt, staring at the expanses of bare flesh that she
revealed to him. He leaned forward to remove the shirt from his chest,
nearly pitching forward off his seat as the sudden unpredictable
motions continued.
Nancy popped the front catch on her bra, feeling the moisture
in her panties as she saw what was indeed a well-developed and hairless
chest, her tits shaking with the aircraft as she in turn revealed them
to his stare. Lurching upward from the side of the cabin, she yanked
her blouse off quickly, tearing the bra from her body as she leaned
back again for stability. Her hands cupped her B-cup breasts, fingers
wrapping around them to pinch her pale pink nipples, her breath now
deep and ragged as she gave in to the desperate eroticism of the
moment.
She darted her hands further down to her skirt when she saw
him start to fondle himself through his pants, the man quickly working
to unbuckle his belt while she lifted her hips and jerked her zipper
down, pushing the skirt over and off of her legs with an urgency
brought on by the heat of this moment and the uncertainty of her next.
She kicked her foot hard, sending the garment flying off and into the
aisle, dropping out of sight behind her. Nancy's hands dove to her
panties, rubbing herself hard and gasping when she saw the man pull his
engorged cock out of his pants.
The beautiful redhead wasn't exactly an expert, but she had
been around the block once or twice in her time, and never had she seen
a member as big as this stranger's. He wasn't so huge lengthwise,
perhaps 8 inches, she reckoned as he started to stroke himself, but it
seemed almost as big around as her forearm! She lifted her ass again
to skim her panties off, literally flying up in the air as the jet
rapidly lost another chunk of altitude, but succeeding none the less
in baring her trimmed pussy both to the man's gaze and to her own
fingers.
Nancy quickly jammed two fingers into her soaking sex, wiping
her thumb over her slick lips for lubrication before moving it to
diddle her clit. She spread her legs farther apart, the one folded at
the knee and pressed against the seat backs, the other stretched out
across the floor, her stocking foot resting in the aisle. Her eyes
were glued to the spectacle of his hand rapidly pumping up and down his
thick shaft, her body jerking around violently with the motions of
the airliner, all thoughts of her own impending doom and of the other
passengers in the metal tube pushed from her mind by her rapidly
approaching orgasm.
And then it hit, and she was literally flying, both with the
sensations pulsing through her body and the drastic pitching of the
plane. She landed roughly, though fortunately back on the seats, her
momentum serving to force her hand harder against her cunt, her fingers
deeper inside of her. She cried out loudly, the sound drowned out
regardless by the sobs and screams of the other passengers and of the
aircraft itself. The 28 year-old pried her eyes back open, fixing
once again on the man's unbelievably thick cock, seeing him still
stroking quickly while staring at her bare body.
Not a word was spoken, no communication necessary, as suddenly
they were both moving forward towards each other, flung around by
the swerving jet. They met in the middle of the aisle, quickly
collapsing against the back of her row, lips meeting hard in a
passionate kiss. She heard a few of the passengers exclaim as the
sight of their two bodies set in and penetrated the panic of the
imminent crash; hers naked save for her stockings, his but for his
pants still bunched up around his ankles. Uncaring what they thought
of her with only minutes left to live, she lifted her long and slender
leg, wrapping it around his waist as he struggled to position himself
against her opening while their bodies careened around the aisle.
And then he found it, just as the plane lurched to the left
and sent her reeling against him, his entire length slamming home in an
instant and literally taking her breath away. She screamed out at the
sensation, launching into a second orgasm as he recovered enough to
begin moving in and out of her, the two of them then toppling hard onto
the floor with another violent shudder of the jet.
She was below him somehow, her stranger struggling to keep his
impressive weight at least partially off of her and continue their
fucking at the same time. They had tumbled several rows further back
in the cabin, so that she was now staring up at the tear-streaked
face of a shocked and still fearful woman, a man (her husband?) still
holding her hand as he sat beside her, but his eyes firmly locked on
the spectacle which was the copulating couple right in front of them.
She continued to stare up at them, feeding off of their expressions,
as her man and the careening jetliner conspired to keep slamming his
considerable girth into her stretched cunt. She had always dreamed of
doing something like this, of fucking a total stranger right where she
saw him, not a word spoken between them. Of seeing the disbelieving
looks of bystanders as she wantonly opened herself to his desires,
sensing the silent judgment they pronounced on her morals, basking in
it. She could never have actually done something so foolish, so
dangerous, so...hot; not until now, when her end was near, when there
would be no recriminations later, no consequences. If she was going
to die here today, so be it -- she would die happy, knowing that she
had fulfilled her darkest fantasy, feeling a huge, strange cock slam
into her over and over again, yet more strangers gawking at her whorish
behavior.
Another lurch of the plane sent them airborne in the aisle for
an instant, his root bottoming out inside of her when they landed again
and triggering yet another screaming orgasm for the woman. Her arms
and legs were wrapped tight around his body now, fingernails clawing
up and down his back, firm tits mashed against his muscular chest. She
opened her eyes again, staring up at the frightened woman, seeing a
different emotion on her face now: not shock, not fear...envy? Was
she envious of the hard public fucking that Nancy was enjoying?
No sooner had the thought crystalized in her head than she
felt her seatmate fucking her more urgently, his body tensing, his
already almost painfully thick cock growing even wider inside of her.
She yelled up at him, trying to urge him on, wanting to feel his seed
shooting inside of her, unsure the whole while if he could hear her
words over the screaming of the jet engines and the creaking of the
laboring airframe. And then she could feel it, feel him pulsing inside
her cunt; hot, warm jets of cum flowing along her walls. The plane
shimmied again, forcing her downward and his prick up, hard against
her clit, and she lost herself in yet another unbelievable orgasm.
And then she came down from her ecstacy, felt his sweating
body pressed tightly against her, and nestled her cheek against his
shoulder. Something seemed somehow different now...was she dead? Had
they hit the ground at that very instant? Could this be what Heaven
was like? Lying here in the arms of this strong, passionate man?
But why would Heaven sound like an airplane?
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. As you
no doubt just felt, we were having some mechanical difficulties with
the aircraft. I just want to assure you that everything is okay now;
we have the plane under complete control, and will be landing
momentarily in Reno, Nevada. I would like to ask everyone to remain
in their seats with your seatbelts fastened until we have landed and
the crew has instructed you to do otherwise. Once again, we
apologize for the rough ride you have all experienced, but I want to
emphasize that there is no further danger, and we will be on the ground
safely in just a few minutes. Flight attendants will be walking the
cabin in a moment to check on all of you and assist you with any minor
injuries which may have been suffered. Thank you."
Lying there naked in the aisle of the plane with a stranger's
rapidly deflating cock buried inside of her, Nancy Tanner wasn't sure
if that was good news for her or not.
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