# Author: Pavel Nabokov

Title: A Maxfield Parrish Morning

Summary: Two air travelers find a quick, sometimes funny, sexual encounter on a flight from Sacramento to San Jose.

Keywords: MF

© Copyright 1999 by, Pavel Nabokov

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This story is consensual in nature and contains explicit detailed sexual content. If this type of reading material offends you – you do not want to read this story. Story codes generalize the content to provide the reader a sense of its content.

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# A Maxfield Parrish Morning

By: Paval Nabokov

It was a Maxfield Parrish morning as I walked to the boarding gate for the short flight from Sacramento to San Jose. The deep purple of the western sky had lightened during my walk to the gate, and overhead an orange pink glow sat in front of an azure blue sky. A light breeze blew across the field, causing distant tulle reeds to sway gently. The sweet and musty smells of late spring filled the air as I walked out onto the open ramp.

I put my briefcase down and thought of the presentation I had agreed to give when reality brought me back to the moment. Looking around, there were only a few early travelers lingering; most of them still inside the terminal building.

Then I noticed her. Standing alone by the cyclone fence her knee length raw silk skirt blew gently in the breeze. She faced away from me and the rising sun lit her wavy natural blond shoulder length hair. White, three-inch heals pulled taught the muscles of her calves and her trim ankles gave way to shapely long straight legs. Her dress from the rear had a scoop back, short puffy sleeves and a tailored bodice with a full skirt. The raw silk was dotted with spring flowers, and underneath the sheer covering was an opaque, near turquoise sheath. If only Maxfield could paint this I though. The landscape with her as the focal point was magnificent.

Just then another passenger walked out on the ramp and broke the magic of the moment. I looked away from her, found my brief case and decided to go back inside the terminal. Finding a seat near the gate where I could catch a glimpse of her, I unbuttoned my suit jacket and sat down. I pulled a copy of the presentation from my briefcase and started reviewing its myriad of charts and graphics when a sweet voice asked, “Is this seat taken?”

Without looking I said, “not at all… please.”

I flipped another page, but in doing so noticed a shapely knee covered by the raw silk dress. Completely distracted, I shifted myself so that I could take an occasional peak at her face, which had alluded me to this point. She sat with her hands folded neatly across her lap, her left leg crossed over her right. I pretended to continue my studies eventually engaging them, as I knew any attempt to look towards her would give me away.

Soon the gate attendant announced the flight, and I picked up my briefcase and stood up. She did too. The massing hoards separated us as I gave my boarding pass to the gate agent, walked onto the tarmac and up the aluminum steps to the waiting Air California 737. Entering the cabin, I took a front aisle seat on the starboard side of the aircraft. With my briefcase and suit jacket in the overhead compartment, I picked the sky magazine from the seat back in front of me hoping to use it as a prop to surreptitiously watch her enter the plane.

It didn’t take long. She was only five passengers behind me. As luck would have it a large Asian passenger was attempting to cram three oversize bags into the overhead compartment, blocking her way. She stood adjacent to the galley and lavatory bemused by the spectacle.

She was taller than I thought. Maybe five foot eight inches without the heals. Beautiful baby blue eyes that twinkled, shapely nose and medium full lips with bright spring red lipstick. The front her dress had a ‘v’ neckline that revealed small to medium breasts. The blond wavy hair framed her face like a halo. She was gorgeous.

Mr. Motto finally had surrendered his bags to the flight attendant and sat down clearing the way for ‘her.’ She didn’t walk, but strode down the aisle stopping by me, put her purse and sweater in the overhead and sat directly across from me. Sitting down her skirt was caught by something on the armrest and it hiked her skirt half way up her long lovely thigh.

The long line of passengers kept coming, but the flight was only maybe half full. I just read the magazine. Soon the flight attendant announced our departure and the cabin door was secured. The usual safety briefing followed, and then the flight attendants took their seats as the plane started to taxi.

While taxiing, I heard her sweet voice say, “Excuse me.”

My head turned and she was sort of smiling with a bit of a flush face. “Yes,” I said.

She leaned her head into the aisle, as did I. When we were whispering distance apart she quietly said, “If we are both feeling the same way this morning, I suggest that we come up with a plan quickly. This is a short flight.”

Flabbergasted, and short of words I said something like, “You must have something in mind.”

Now in a full blush she said, “After the seat belt sign is turned off, I’ll go to the front lavatory – you follow shortly after and just come in.”

With my mind racing to beat the band my mind deciphered the suggestion. Without thinking, I just said, “Good plan.”

With that she picked up a book, and started reading as if nothing had happened.

The plane took off into the western sky, the seat belt sign turned off shortly, and she proceeded to the lavatory.

Waiting an eternity of 15 seconds I followed. The latch read vacant. I lightly knocked and the door was pulled open from the inside. I squeezed myself in to the bathroom built for a dwarf. Without a word said, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the mouth. I didn’t even feel my head hit the overhead until I noticed the bruise the next day. As her passion mounted she was grinding her hips into my crotch.

I had a leg up on the toilet, as did she. We faced each other both of our heads near the door for headroom. My arms were running down her back and finally to her small tight firm bottom. She was an active lady with not an ounce of fat on her bones. She was not skinny, just very shapely and firm all over. Soon she held my head with both of her hands, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “The only way to enjoy this is for me to sit on the stainless sink.” Without getting an acknowledgment, she reached for my belt, undid it and my zipper, and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees in one motion. Rethinking her plan she then moved to sit on the toilet. She grabbed my cock and swallowed it whole.

I moaned a hearty sigh and hit the back of my head on the bulkhead. She giggled and said, “quiet.”

While she was doing things to my cock I never dreamed of, I unzipped her dress and unhooked her bra. Without a lost motion, she shed the top of her dress revealing the perkiest set of breasts I had ever seen with bright pink small nipples hardened to about a half inch long. Irresistibly, I pinched and rolled them between my thumb and forefinger both at the same time. With that she arched her back violently and momentarily removing my cock from her mouth said, “YES! Please….”

Fully hard and not wanting to explode then, I pushed her away from my crotch, lifted her skirt grabbed her panty hose and panties and dropped them as far as I could. She kicked off her heals and with her foot, and pushed them to the floor.

“Switch,” I said.

We reversed ourselves and I lifted her onto the sink after pulling up her skirt so it wasn’t in the way. When she came to rest she yelped out, “Damn, this is cold.”

We both started laughing. It was very funny. Both of us realized that we were bouncing off the walls and ceiling of the lavatory and god knows that some of the sounds must have been reaching the main cabin. But we simply didn’t care – we just continued onward with our plan.

She spread her legs revealing a beautiful pink, high arched pussy covered with a lightly trimmed mound of fine straight platinum hair. Her labia were long and thick and meaty. I pushed my head forward only to be thwarted by her panty hose and panties still wrapped around both feet. Quickly, I released them from her left leg and dove in for the best breakfast I had tasted in years. She tasted like a pastry chef’s perfection of crème anglaise. After a bit of time her clit rose to greet me. I put my lips over it and sucked deeply, biting it gently.

Her moans were getting guttural. All the while she held my face and directed it to the source of her pleasure. My hands caressed both of her thighs, at least what I could manage. Soon her vagina was a flood with nectar, and her body started convulsing. She pulled my head away and said, “Stand up and bite my nipples.”

I did just that, while still caressing her pussy. They were so firm my chest could have been punctured had I lain upon them. Squeezing and biting and groping we both had a heat on.

Regaining a modicum of composure she quietly said, “Do me now.”

I stood up as best as I could holding my cock and moved it up and down her slit picking up as much moisture as I could. She was impatient and leaned over a bit grabbed my cock and thrust her hips toward me. With surprising aim she hit home and my cock penetrated her by nearly two thirds. She straightened her legs almost parallel to the floor as I started a rhythmic motion.

“Deeper,” she said.

“No more room,” was my reply.

“Stop,” she said.

I did, and in short order she pushed her pelvis forward on the sink and nimbly crossed both legs around my back resting her hands on the stainless for support.

“NOW,” she almost screamed, “and don’t be gentle.”

I looked, aimed and plunged forward burying myself insider her. So close was I to the sink my balls occasionally felt the coolness of the stainless.

“YES… YES… oooooh that’s got it,” was her screech.

I didn’t change my angle, and the position made it was wonderfully tight. With her legs wide open I could look down and see her inner vaginal wall wrapped tightly around my cock. As I was pulled out, a good inch of her vagina was exposed surrounding my shaft. I started moaning.

I removed my hands from the glass mirror supporting my weight and put them to her face. We looked into each other's eyes, then kissed hungrily and deeply. Her hands were grabbing, and pinching my ass, pulling me closer on every thrust.

I could feel her moisture mounting and her vagina pulsating. We locked in a kiss and suddenly we were breathing each other. As I exhaled, she inhaled. As she exhaled, I inhaled. It felt wonderful. I grabbed her left nipple and she mine. We started to twist them very hard. With the lack of oxygen and the stimulation I could feel the cum massing inside me. It was incredible. I was so hard that on every thrust I was pounding into her cervix. The rise of orgasm was slow but violent. Each thrust brought a surge of body rushes. I thought they would have to end soon but it kept building. What seemed like ten minutes passed with the orgasm still building. Due to the lack of oxygen I felt weak in the knees. Sensing my condition, she moved her hands to my face. I opened my eyes to see her in a full flush of wonder. She gently pushed my face away from hers. The next breath was gulped, and in it the moment of truth came. Five more thrusts of building and both of us moaning and grabbing anything to maintain our balance and I erupted. She put her arms around my back and pulled herself toward me. In probably the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced, our mutual orgasm seemed to go on forever. I was awash in our fluids. My body wanted to continue and my erection seemed to not know that I had ejaculated. Our thrusting continued but we slowed the pace, finally coming to rest still fully engulfed in her warmth.

We just held each other and lightly kissed. A few more light thrusts and we looked down to see a large puddle below her pussy.

“Wow…that was terrific. Ever breath like that before?, she said.

“No, I thought that was your idea,” I said.

“What a great morning, but I just know I’m going to be walking funny all day long”, she said.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats… ” came over the PA.

I grabbed a handful of paper towels and started to clean her up. As she moved to take them from me her butt hit the goo and she slid off the sink onto me causing me to tumble to the floor with a sickening thud with her not far behind. We both started laughing hysterically, and couldn’t find the strength to unscrew us from each other. As her legs released when she fell they ended up on my shoulders, and the fall had landed her puss just inches from my mouth. What the hell I thought. I grabbed her butt and pulled her to my lips where I drank from her. I licked her up and down and she was giggling all the while.

“OK now…. Just stay there and don’t move. You can’t get up until I find a place to stand”, she said.

“No hurry,” I said, “I like this just fine.”

“Me too,” she said, “but we have to get back to our seats now.”

She contorted her way out, got back up on the sink, grabbed my arm and helped pull me nearly upright.

At sometime during our escapade, her panties and hose got tossed off her foot. To get them I had to use the toe of my shoe to hook them and lift them where I could reach. I slipped and ended up on the toilet. We both started laughing again, almost uncontrollably. After quieting down a bit we finally managed to find all of our cloths and get put back together.

Luckily her dress wasn’t ripped and for some reason only known to the powers that be, our cloths, while wrinkled, were unsoiled. We managed to put things to rights and with one final embrace and kiss, and opened the door to the lavatory. Unthinkingly, we exited the door almost together. When we realized what we had done, we looked up. Every eye in the plane including the flight attendants were just smiling and looking straight at us.

We froze in out tracks. It was so quiet that only the distant hum of the engines could be heard. There we were standing side by side with a plane full of folks just staring at us. Finally, Mr. Motto who had a grin the size of Texas started applauding very loudly. Other passengers followed suit along with a few cat whistles. We blushed – looked at each other, thought what the hell, and took a bow. The cabin erupted into laughter as we took our seats.

After regaining composure I looked out the window to only to see us flying over the fence at the end of the runway. A great landing followed with us hardly exchanging a glance. As the plane came to the gate, the captain came on the PA and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, this flight continues onto Phoenix, and I promise - the San Jose crew will repair any damage done to the lavatory. We apologize for any inconvenience that you experienced this morning. And I also believe that at least two passengers are equally grateful that the “vacant” sign on the lavatory went unobserved. Thanks for flying Air California.” The cabin erupted into another fit of laughter.

We hurriedly departed the plane and walked out together without saying a word. When we exited the terminal she stopped – put her index finger over my mouth and said, “This was a great morning, one I’ll never forget. Thank you very much. My name is unimportant, and we couldn’t repeat this in a million years. Let it go, and savor the memories because I surely will.” Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me one last deep kiss. I held her close not wanting to loose the moment. She pulled her head away just a little and tweaked my nose with hers, smiled, turned and walked toward a cab.

I stood frozen as she entered the cab. As the cab started to move, and without turning her head, a wave of her hand could be seen from the rear window. It was the one time in my life I wanted to jump into a cab, and say the line, “Follow that Cab," but good sense prevailed and I didn’t. That was the last time I ever saw her. But even now after nearly 25 years I’ll never forget the perfect Maxfield Parrish morning in the spring of 1976.

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