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Subject: {ASSM} Trip to Paradise by Pami (M/F, oral)
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Date: Sun, 09 Dec 2012 22:10:38 -0500
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This may, or may not, be true.  Suffice to say, I had
inspiration.
I hope you like it either way.

Trip to Paradise by Pami (M/F, oral)

I was totally not looking forward to this flight.  I don't mind
flying, mostly.  It is the only way to get to see so many
fascinating places, after all, and I'm always up for a new
adventure.  But this was going to be a long flight.  I was
finally getting my dream vacation in the South Pacific, and even
though I was going alone, I just knew it was going to be
fantastic.  I had reserved one of those bungalows over the water
- where you can just dip right into the ocean from your front
porch, and I set up a kayaking trip, a snorkeling expedition, and
a visit to a local village for a "native" feast.  I couldn't
WAIT!  It was a 10 hour  flight, but it was going to be worth it.

I showed my ticket to the flight attendant, and she smiled and
directed me down the aisle to row 14.  I glanced down at the row
of three seats, and there was a man already ensconced in the
window seat.   The middle seat was empty, so I plopped my bag on
it and sat down in my aisle seat.  My row companion looked up,
smiled at me politely, and glanced back out the window.  "Hmmm,
silent type," I thought to myself.  I reflected that at least he
wasn't a mama with a baby.

I fastened my seat belt and unpacked my flight supplies.  Kindle,
iPod, noise cancelling headphones, bottle of water, a pack of m &
m's, and a book of crossword puzzles.  I don't sleep well on
flights, so I always travel prepared to be awake.  I cleared my
throat and tapped the gentleman on the arm.  "Do you mind if I
put my carryon under the middle seat?  I mean, unless someone
sits there.  I just like to be able to stretch out my legs."

He smiled again, and I noticed that his eyes crinkled at the
corners in a very attractive way.  "No problem." And back he went
to looking out the window.  Definitely not a talker.  Kind of a
shame, I thought to myself.

We went through the usual pre-flight announcements and we were
off.  The flight was probably only about half full, if that,  and
the row across from me was empty.  The flight attendant suggested
that I might like to move to the window seat, but I declined. 
While I don't mind flying, I don't always like being reminded
that I'm 36,000 feet in the air, hence my current aisle seat.

I opened up my kindle and started reading.  I was having a tough
time concentrating, though, because I was so excited about my
trip that was FINALLY underway.  I sighed and put the kindle
down, and pulled out the iPod instead.  Maybe some relaxing music
would help.  I glanced over at the gentleman by the window.  He
was shuffling through papers, and every now and again he would
make a mark on one, or sigh heavily and shake his head.

At that moment, he let out another sigh, frowned and made a mark
on the paper he was reading.  "That was a big sigh.  Is it THAT
bad?" I asked with a smile on my face.  "I mean, we are on the
way to paradise; surely nothing else matters right now."

He laughed briefly.  "Well, if I am going to enjoy paradise, I
need to get this work done first."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, feeling badly that I interrupted him. 
"I'll let you get back to it then."

"No, it is ok.  I could use a break," he said to me.  He reached
out his hand and introduced himself.  I shook his hand and gave
him my first name in exchange.  "Nice to meet you," he said.

We settled in and enjoyed some small talk, until the flight
attendant came by.  Being such a long flight we were being served
dinner, and she asked which entrée we preferred.

After she went away, we joked about the usual poor quality of
airplane food and expressed hope that maybe this would be a cut
above.  More small talk followed and I was a bit charmed.  I
liked that he had a quick wit, and he made me laugh.  I could
definitely have done worse than be stuck next to this guy for the
whole night.  We joked and flirted and overall we were both
enjoying ourselves, I believe.

The food, sadly, was about as expected.  I picked at my chicken
and he poked at his pasta but neither of us ate much.  After our
trays were removed, I pulled out my pack of m & m's and waved
them in the air.

"I have candy, little boy, and if you ask me nicely, I might
share!"

He laughed out loud.  "Little?  It's been a long time since
someone called me little boy."

I tried to raise a seductive eyebrow (probably failing miserably)
and responded, "Oh no?  So, you are a.... BIG... boy then?" and I
obviously cast my eyes down towards his crotch in a leer.

He laughed loudly again, and I thought that it was a good thing
there weren't too many people around us.  "You, my dear, are a
complete pleasure.  This is much better than finishing up my
work, but I really should get back to it."

I sighed.  I was never really very good at the flirting thing, or
maybe I just came across as harmless or sexless.  This was just
more of the same.  "No problem," I smiled at him.  "I think I'm
going to try to take a little nap anyway."  I stood up and pulled
the ugly blue airplane blanket out of the overhead compartment. 
"Want one?" I held one out to him.

"I don't usually sleep on planes, but maybe for later," he took
it from me.  He stood up, though, and said "I'm just going to the
loo before you fall asleep then, ok?"

I watched him walk down the aisle, and admired his trim physique.
 "Oh yes," I thought to myself, "he is definitely going to be
part of my holiday story when I get home.  I'll have to come up
with a MUCH better story than this, though."

I stretched my legs and arched my back.  I closed my eyes and
massaged my lower back.  Sitting for a long time just sucks.  In
the cramped area of an airplane seat it can get downright
painful.

"When you stretch like that, it gives me all kinds of thoughts,"
my new friend's voice whispered in my ear.

My mouth dropped open and he laughed out loud.  "You should see
your face," he said as he maneuvered himself back to his seat. 
"Surely you have heard that before."

I sat down in my seat and looked at him.  "Ummm.  No.  Not
really," I sort squeaked.

He laughed again.  "Back to work."

I snuggled under the blanket and closed my eyes.
I didn't know how much time had passed, but when I opened my
eyes, almost the entire plane cabin was dark.  Just a few reading
lights here and there were on, and oh wait, how the heck had I
ended up in the middle seat, with my head resting on my new
friend's shoulder?

I went to sit up, and his voice washed over me, " You don't have
to move, if you don't want to.  You seem really comfortable."

"Oh my god.  Did I snore?  How did I end up over here?  I'm so
sorry; I know you were trying to work," the words tumbled out of
my lips.  I was mortified, and I sat up and blinked at him.  "I'm
so sorry," I repeated.

"I've had worse sleeping companions," he laughed at me, "but
that's a story for another time.  His hand reached out and
touched my face.  "Seriously, it is ok.  You can use me as a
pillow.  This time."

I relaxed a little bit and figured why not, so I settled back
down and put my head back on his shoulder.  I inhaled deeply.  He
smelled really good.  Not like cologne or anything, but just ...
like a man.  I put my legs up on the seat next to me and sort of
curled up.  This was really nice, I reflected, and totally
unexpected.  He put his hand on my thigh, under the blanket, and
suddenly I was completely awake, and I realized, a bit aroused. 
I sighed a bit, and he asked "No?"

 I looked up at him, "Yes," and I smiled.  He smiled back and the
next thing I knew, we were kissing.  Nothing harsh or rough about
it.  Just a sweet kiss or two or five.  It was the sort of kiss
where you were experiencing the taste and texture of someone's
lips for the first time, and not over-thinking.  Just enjoying.

His hand was rubbing my thigh now, just idly caressing me as we
kissed.   I gasped when his hand moved up and cupped my left
breast.  "Shhhh," he admonished me, and I nodded.  His thumb
brushed across my nipple, and I softly moaned into his mouth.

I moved my hand down to his lap and I felt his bulge.  It was
definitely more pronounced than it had been before, and I knew
that I wasn't the only one who was aroused.  I whispered in his
ear, "I need to touch you."

He looked at me and answered, "Well, if you insist," he smirked.
"But, umm," he kissed my neck right below my ear and then softly
said, "you need to lose the bra."

I laughed, in what I hoped was a seductive way, "Deal." And I
reached up underneath my shirt and unhooked my bra.  Seriously,
was THIS happening to ME?  I mean, I talked a good game, but I
wasn't nearly as wild as some might have thought.  I had pushed
up my shirt and the blanket was rougher on my soft skin than I
thought it would be.  Not to worry, his hands were quickly there,
touching and caressing and massaging my rather large breasts.

I put my head down on his shoulder again, and he kissed, licked
and sucked on my neck repeatedly.  If I had given him a road map
to turn me on, this guy wouldn't have gotten it any more right. 
I had to help him feel even a small bit as good as he was making
me feel.  When he nibbled on my ear lobe, I couldn't control
myself.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.  I could feel his cock,
heavy and full, inside his underwear.  He groaned a bit against
my neck as I cupped him and his hand convulsively tightened on my
breast.

"I am never going to be able to get this out of there without
your help," I whispered to him.  "Up," I tapped his hip.  He
raised up a tiny bit, just enough for me to push his pants down
and I tugged at his blue boxer briefs.  They were down to his
thighs when he sank back into the seat.  I lifted the blanket
that was over him a tiny bit and looked down.  "Oh my. 
Definitely a big boy," I said as I kissed him again while he
laughed into my mouth.

His chuckle stopped suddenly as I started caressing his cock.  I
felt him get harder as I touched him, and I loved that I was
having that effect on him.  Suddenly, he stopped kissing me and
stopped moving, "play dead" he whispered.

I shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep on his shoulder as I
heard one of the flight attendants say softly, "Everything ok
here sir?  Do you need anything?"

I felt his chest rumble as he answered her "Nothing right now, I
think we will just get some sleep."  With that, she was off
again, leaving us alone in our own little cocoon in row 14.  His
thumb and fore finger rolled my nipple between them and I inhaled
sharply.

I continued my leisurely stroking of his cock.  He felt wonderful
in my hand, but it was a bit dry, in between the drops of pre-cum
that would ooze out every so often.  I didn't want to hurt him,
so I licked my palm and then returned to my ministrations.

I ran my hand from the head all the way down to the base of his
cock, alternating between a looser grip and a tighter one.  I
swiveled my hand around, trying to give him the most sensation I
could.  He seemed to appreciate it, and whispered so in my ear. 
In fact, if I wasn't mistaken, he was giving me instructions!  I
wasn't sure whether to be flattered or insulted that my handjob
wasn't cutting it, or that, at the very least, he wanted me to be
able to please him.  I knew of only one way to put a stop to it.
I was going to have to step up my game.

His entire body stiffened as I made the decision.  I slipped my
head under the blanket and engulfed his cock in my mouth.  I
really liked looking into a man's eyes when I went down on him,
but I decided that in this case, discretion was the better part
of valor.  Instead I just shut my eyes and allowed my other
senses take over.

He tasted good and I was enjoying myself.  I took as much of him
into my mouth as I could, and then slowly backed off, over and
over.  I licked him like an ice cream cone, with the flat of my
tongue, and I felt his thighs tense.  Oh, he liked that, I could
tell!  I got a nice full taste of his essence as a large droplet
of pre-cum landed on my tongue.  His cock was so hard that it was
up against his stomach, leaving his balls unguarded.  I slipped
down and nuzzled him right there, inhaling deeply, and if I
wasn't so turned on, his musky aroma would have definitely gotten
me there.  I licked him, gently sucking one, then the other into
my mouth and moaning around them as I enjoyed them.

He was still playing with my breasts with one hand, alternating
back and forth, and using his other on my head.  Not pushing me
down or anything, but more or less just holding me there.  His
fingers would twine through my hair and then he would pet me,
almost like you would a cat.  I lost track of time as I devoted
myself to the task at hand.  I flicked my tongue back and forth
on when I found that sensitive spot and he groaned, and I could
tell that he was trying to control himself from being loud.

I stopped and sat up, still caressing him with my hand.  "Should
I stop?" I teased him after he kissed me deeply.  "I mean, I
don't want you to lose control.  You aren't a screamer, are you?"

He laughed and pinched my nipple hard.  "Me?  No.  Well.  Maybe
sometimes.  I'll do my best to control myself, though.  He bit my
neck and whispered closely into my ear.  "The better question is,
are YOU a screamer and when can I find out?"

I shuddered a bit.  His hot breath and suggestion in my ear had
me so turned on, it was a struggle to not rip my pants off and
climb on top of him right there, regardless of who might observe.

I didn't answer him, but instead leaned down and swallowed his
cock again.  This time, I wasn't going to stop until, well, until
he came.  I gave him some of my favorite moves.  I loved making
his breath catch, and every time I felt him getting close, I
would ease off, just a bit.

After bringing him to the edge three or four times, I figured, it
was time.  I licked and sucked and flicked and swirled for what
seemed like an hour.  He tensed up and his hips thrust up into my
mouth, almost gagging me.  Then I felt it.  The pulsing along the
underside of his cock.  My mouth filled with a warmth, and I
swallowed frantically to keep up.    He groaned, and it seemed
loud to me, and I briefly wondered if anyone would come to check
on him.   I didn't really give that more than a fleeting thought
though, because his climax seemed to go on and on, and I had to
concentrate so as not to spill a drop.

After he finally ran dry, I let him fall out of my mouth.   I
licked him, to make sure he was relatively cleaned off, and sat
up.  He took my face in both of his hands and looked deeply into
my eyes.  "Thank you," he said as he kissed me deeply.

When the kiss ended, I chuckled.  He gave me a questioning look.
"Thank you?" I said.  "Thank you?!  THAT'S what you say?"

He laughed at back at me.  "Well, umm, what else was I supposed
to say?"

I smiled and kissed him again as we looked at each other.  "I
think what you MEANT to say was, Where are you staying, because I
want you to grab me by the ears when we get there and not let me
up until you are satisfied."

He laughed very loudly at that.  "Sounds like it really will be a
trip to paradise."

"Indeed," I said.  "Yes indeed."

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