Blowjob On A Plane

I’d seen her in the airport departure lounge, walking towards a table in one of the cafes. She was probably in her early twenties, was only slightly chubby and was buxom with it. She had on some jeans and the black top she was wearing was figure hugging; it covered her right shoulder, but left the other bare. As she walked, her breasts wobbled precariously and her top revealed enough of her left breast to keep me riveted. I couldn’t help but fantasize about it falling out somehow. Maybe if she ran, or something. The image of a blancmange wobbling in a mould came to mind. A tit shaped mould.

I thought she looked like a “Kim” or a “Zoe”, so I settled on Kim and started to think of her by that name.

Kim disappeared behind other people to sit down and drink her coffee, so I lost sight of her. A couple of times she got up to go somewhere and then returned again, and each time my eyes were glued to that top. And the blancmange.

I wondered whether she would get on my plane.

The usual ritual of tannoy messages, queues at gates and boarding anouncements passed in their tedious way, but I did see Kim join the queue for my boarding gate, a little way behind me. Hello, I thought. A plan formed in my head without any deliberation. I would take me seat on the plane first and watch for Kim. Ideally, she would sit at just the right distance in front of me so that I could ogle her cleavage as she bent over to arrange her seatbelt. Or she might drop something. There were bound to be some voyeuristic opportunities.

How lucky for me. After I had sat down and made myself comfortable, she found her seat maybe ten rows in front of me. Unfortunately her seatbelt didn’t need rearranging and she didn’t drop anything, so there was no bending down and no ogling. I did get an opportunity to reaffirm the size of her chest, though. It was magnificently large. Once she had sat down and was no longer in view, I promptly started daydreaming.

My daydreaming kept me occupied for an hour or so, by which time we were at an altitude of 35,000 feet and I was getting restless.

I was dying to get a better view of Kim. In my imagination I could see the way her top revealed a tantalising amount of flesh, but I wanted to see the real thing, and at a closer distance. Obviously, I would have to walk slowly past her on my way to the toilet, and get an eyeful on the way. The very thought made me stiffen. I thought of her looking up at me with those big eyes as I past. I imagined that she had big eyes, but I’d not actually looked at them yet.

The more I thought of Kim’s half exposed breast, the harder I got. If I didn’t make my move soon, I would be too embarrassed to go to the toilet.

I stood up and unsteadily made my way down the aisle. Because I was walking towards the front of the plane, my fellow passengers weren’t facing the right way to see the bulge in my trousers. As I neared Kim, several people on the other side of the aisle to her got out of their seats and blocked my way. Oh dear. Thankfully, they didn’t look my way. I didn’t relish the prospect of prodding them in the back as I shuffled past so I turned to face the other way – towards Kim – as I went past her seat. As I was now facing her, I had an excellent opportunity to look longingly at Kim’s boobs. They filled her top beautifully and I drank in the sight. The obscene nature of the situation made me even harder. There I was, squeezing past some people with a hard on pointing at Kim, looking at her gorgeous body. She was looking away from the aisle towards the window, so I could ogle her breasts at my leisure, without fear of being caught. Yes!

Maybe I lingered there too long, because Kim turned her head towards me suddenly and bumped her cheekbone into my trouser bulge. Jesus Christ, I swore to myself. That little touch made me stiffen a little more. Time stood still, her face excruciatingly close to me stretched trousers. It now looked and felt like I had a hammer in there, and that’s what she was staring at. I was looking at her as she slowly tilted her face up to meet my gaze. An eternity passed as I anticipated her next move and feared the worst.

She smiled at me and looked back at my crotch. I held my breath as her hand rose and rubbed my straining bulge. It felt like an itch being scratched, but one that is never satisfied. The itch became sytonger. She slowly pulled down my zip, fished inside my pants and brought out my engorged member. It felt obscenely pleasant to feel the air on my cock, even more so when she slid my foreskin back. She gripped it firmly and brought her lips closer to it. Everything was moving in slow motion. I could see her lips glistening with red gloss, slightly parted. The next frame showed her mouth open and my cock on its way in. In the next instant, her lips had closed over the head of my shaft and she sucked hard on it. I felt the familiar tingling and knew that I would be overwhelmed by the sensations all too soon if I didn’t take action quickly.

I made myself think about being seen by the other passengers on the plane in a bid to distract myself from the growing swell of feeling in my hardening cock. That only made it worse as I imagined them joining in and helping Kim out. I was rock hard. I spied a man I guessed to be around 80 years old, who was reading a book, and started focusing on him, hoping this would be enough to calm me down. I made myself think about what book he might be reading. It worked and I maintained control.

Kim started slowly moving her hand up and down my shaft, her mouth following. Superb coordination, I noted. I just had to look at what she was doing. It was the most erotic scene I’d ever witnessed. She looked into my eyes as she took me ever deeper into her wet mouth. Her tits swayed slowly from side to side as she moved her head back and forth. I tried to stop thinking about how hot and wet that mouth was, about how deep I was sliding into it, and how hard she was sucking. In a bid for more distraction I looked at the old man again, and was horrified to see him watching me and smiling lecherously! I quickly looked away. Read your fucking book I thought, and frowned.

I suddenly realised how obvious it was, to anyone who looked, that I was having a blowjob, so I decided to disguise what was going on. I started pretending to talk to Kim, nodding as if she were replying. I looked attentive, like I was a good listener. Those active listening classes were finally paying off. Anyone looking would assume that we were chatting away, though the reality was that she was now sliding her mouth up and down my cock with increasing vigour. I knew I wouldn’t have to keep my pretend conversation up for long.

This might be the right time to see those boobs, I decided. I stroked Kim’s bare shoulder and then slid my hand down slowly to her half covered breast. It was bigger than I had thought. No bra, I discovered. My hand slid under her top and I smoothed it over the expanse of firm flesh, seeking her nipple with my middle finger. This done, I couldn’t help but just grab her left tit in my hand, marvelling at how heavy it was and how much more than a handful there was.

I was having a sloppy wet blowjob while cupping a big breast in my hand. Life was good. Life got even better when I pulled down the left side of her top to uncover that breast so that I could see it, and proceeded to massage it, cup it, squeeze it. I wanted to suck its nipple too, but you can’t have everything. That would have disrupted my blowjob.

I could feel the tension rising in my cock, and the sensations building. It felt like a tide was rising and the tingling in the head of my shaft increased. It was that itchy feeling again, but more intense. I was reminded of the very first orgasm I’d had and how intense the build up to it was. I looked at Kim’s head going back and forth, quicker now, and felt her hot lips sliding over my rock hard member. An explosion was imminent. I wondered stupidly whether this kind of explosion on a plane would get me thrown in prison, before returning my focus to my Kim’s hot mouth. She sensed I was close and started going slower and deeper, her hand still gripping tightly. I squeezed her tit in time with her movements, and couldn’t help myself as I started to thrust myself into her mouth. I was out of control by this point.

When she released her hand so that her mouth could go down all the way, that was it. I gripped her head and forced myself even deeper down her throat as I felt myself explode. Her lips were now nuzzling my pubes as hot spunk gushed down her throat. I could feel my shaft head pulsating as it squirted more and more jizz into her mouth. I felt Kim grab my buttock with one hand and press me to her even harder so I gyrated and ground my hips roughly into her face, as I spurted my last.

I hadn’t realised how loud my gasp had been until I looked around and saw every passenger looking at me. The charade of my pretend conversation was well and truly over. The old man winked at me.

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