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From: RavensDrkGothic@aol.com
Full-name: RavensDrkGothic
Subject: {ASSM} An Airplane Flight
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Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2015 13:10:09 -0500
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An Airplane Flight  (MF)
 
 
 The  long flight just begun.  The weather ideal; but the darkness, not 
good for  a viewing of the land and then water below.  Europe was fun; but the 
good  old US of A, would be most welcome.  After the initial excitement of 
the  taxiing and then the takeoff, the smooth flight to the west, was boring 
with  nothing to see below.
    The  trip was exciting; but now with the glow wearing off, the body and 
mind are  tired with the stress and excitement of the trip.  The woman, 
leans her  head against the glass of the window and looks into the darkness 
below.   The plane's cabin is dim with the tired passengers, reading or 
sleeping or  talking in hushed voices.  Seated in the aisle seat, with the middle 
one  empty, an older man is engrossed in a book.  The woman's looks at the 
man,  in his fifties, tall and padded with flesh.  Glasses, hide his brown 
eyes,  and the greyish brown mustache and hair, attest to his age.  Jeans and a 
 blue tee-shirt and a bookish look, don't place him as a business person  
returning from a sucessful trip.
    His  deep perusual of the flipping pages, precludes conversation.  
Turning to  the window again the woman, peers at the blackness below.
    A  stewardess passes down the aisle and passes out pillows and blankets 
to ward off  the chill of the air conditioning.  The man passes the pillow 
and blanket  to the woman and places his in the intervening seat, for later 
use.   Returning to his book, with two small bottles of scotch on his drop 
down tray,  he acknowledges briefly the woman's "thank you" for the sleeping 
items.
    The  woman, red hair, short to her head, a long button down dress 
covering her from  neck to below her knees.  Taking the pillow, she jams it 
against the window  and seat back and the blanket covers her chest to legs.  Eyes 
heavy, she  falls into an exhausted sleep.
    Awaking  to feel of her dress slowly being unbuttoned, her eyes form 
slits, and she is  aware of someone along side of her.  The man at the aisle 
is now in  the middle seat, a blanket covers him and his right hand is 
working at the  buttons of her dress,  his fingers softly touch her thighs, as 
another  button is opened and then another.  Now the button at her mons and 
then  waist and one after another they are freed from the eyelets.  All the  
buttons from bottom to top are freed, and now the man's hand strokes the top 
and  inside of her left thigh.  Softly, his touch raises the fine hairs on 
her  leg and then on her arm.  Gently his hand grips her thighs and slowly 
pulls  the leg, towards him.  One, two, three inches apart are her legs.  His  
hand insistent; but still soft on her thigh, now the inner velvety tissue  
tingling to the light touch.
    The  thong, a barrier  to the digets; but they continue up to ripple 
the  flesh of her belly.  A shiver of delight, as the man's breath, hot and  
strong over the pulsing of the vein in her neck.  Lips reach down and  slowly 
suck at the beating, tasting the movement under the skin.  Sucking,  a low 
moan escapes the woman's lips.  Fingers now grazing over the cup of  the 
woman's brassierre.  Her nipple semi-haard and then swelling with the  circling 
fingers.  Now pushing at the sheer material of her bra.  The  finger now 
touches the upper breast and then touches at the pulse of the woman's  neck.  
Stroking along the swollen, moving vein.
    Lips  now sucking, gently pulling at the flesh of the alabaster neck.  
The  fingers sliding down and now cupping the breast and kneading the soft  
tissue.  The nipple swells more, and the woman's shifts into the man's  
cupped hand.  Fondling and then rolling the nip through the light  material, the 
woman, eyes half opened, looking for movement beyond the  man.
    He  is seemingly unaware of the the awake state of the woman.  One hand 
 caressing her breast as the other strokes her thigh, as he leans towards 
the  woman.  The fingers push, her thighs apart and then rub at the underside 
of  the thong.  Feeling the folds of flesh through the material and then 
the  moistness in the fabric.  
    His  mouth covers hers as another moan escapes, louder then the last.  
His  tongue, pushes between her lips and tastes the sweetness of her mouth  
and tongue.  A slight movement and then her tongue duels with  his.  Her 
lips and then teeth, grabs at his tongue, holding it to her  mouth.  Eyes open 
to look into the man's, a devilish glee, shining.
    The  woman's legs spread further as his hand works at the flesh of her 
thighs.   The woman, lifts her hips off the seat, and the man pulls the 
waist of the thong  down along her thighs to slide down her legs.  His fingers 
now, slide along  the moist canal of her slit.  Her hands reach up and open 
the front of her  bra, breasts freeing with the release.  His fingers now 
stroke the  soft flesh and the turgid nipple and then nipples.
    Now  the fingers encounter the small rings through her lips and then 
parting the lips  further, as the woman slides forward in her seat, probe into 
the moist hot  tunnel of her pussy.  Moans are captured in his mouth as the 
woman rises  and pushes against the intruding fingers.  Deep the fingers 
slide till they  are buried deep in her womanhood.  Sliding back out the slick 
digets,  quickly bury themselves again, deep in her pussy.
    A  sound and movement in the aisle and the man and woman lay close, his 
head now on  her shoulder.  The stewardess, walks past and knowing or not 
she does  not intrude on the couple.
    The  fingers now stroke short strokes, as the thumb strums along and 
around the  woman's swollen clit.  Her lips, now also swollen with her 
excitement, the  woman reaches across and feels the hardened penis in the man's  
jeans.  Slowly she pulls down the zipper and then her fingers push  aside the 
fabric of his shorts.  Grasping the turgid member, the fingers  guide it out 
of the confining jeans.
    The  man's breath, now heavy with the fingers lightly stroking his hot 
shaft.   Encircling, the woman's hand now a sheave, stokes slowly but firmly 
the hard  muscle.  The man's fingers stop for a moment, as his body reacts 
to the  woman's cool fingers.  Then his digets saw at the wet tunnel.  The 
man  arches his hips, as his orgasm, spews hot drops of cum onto the covering 
 blanket.   Thrust after thrust of his hips, to the woman's  encircling 
fingers and finally he is empty of seed. 
    Now  his fingers are speeding quickly in and out of the dripping pussy. 
  Finally, pushing his lips to her hard nipple, the woman grasps at the 
man's  fingers, thighs clenching tightly as her hips buck on the man's aching  
fingers.  Muscles tighten on his fingers and then milk the dry  seed  from 
his fingers.
    Eyes  stare at each other, wide, free of sleep.  The man slides over to 
his aisle  seat and then, maneuvers the woman's left thigh, till she is 
sitting  sideways leaning against the window.   Raising the blanket, the man  
burrows under and his tongue and lips suck greedily at the woman's pungent  
pussy.  Tasting the need and then sucking the wet lips into his mouth, the  
man stroked deep into the hot moist tunnel.  
    Seat  creaking, the woman orgasmed shaking the man's head as a dog does 
a bone.   His cheeks felt flattened as grasping for breath the woman 
finally eases the  pressure of her thighs.
    As  the man lied buried deep in the woman's thighs, the stewardess 
again  strolled the aisle and quickly looked aside as she pasted the  seats.  
The man's penis, a tent raiser in his blanket. 
    The  woman's mouth, quickly drained the man, of his pent up aniexty.  
Then the  pair feel into a deep sleep, to be awakened by the PA announcement 
of the lights  of New York below.
    Adjusting  their clothing the woman and man, exchanged email names.  As 
they left the  plane, a quick kiss and hug and then to baggage and their 
waiting limos.
     
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