Fantasies On A Plane Ride
Keywords: Fantasies, On, Plane, Ride, A,
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It was a long airplane ride, but at least we had the three seats between the two of us. I don't usually get attractive companions when I'm travelling---or even female companions. But this time I seemed to have hit the jackpot.
This one was a redhead, about thirty, vivacious. And stacked!! She'd taken off her jacket, and underneath was a white blouse, completely plain, with a formal collar. And very tight fitting. Underneath that was what I'd have given a lot to see. Or even get my hands on. Or better still, get my mouth on.
We ignored each other at first. At least, she seemed to be ignoring me, but there was no way I could ignore the perfume that wafted my way or the nipples that poked through the thin material of her blouse. We got talking after a while, and the conversation got round to holiday destinations, and dream holidays, and fantasies in general. And then she came out with the million dollar question. "What about your fantasies?"
"How about Club Med?" I suggested.
"For the sun or the girls?"
I grinned. "What do you think?"
"I think it's naked girls you fantasise about"
The conversation was getting interesting. I decided to risk it. "So don't you fantasize about naked men?"
"This sounds like truth or dare," she said. "You want to talk about fantasies?"
"Sounds good to me," I said. And it did.
"Right then. You start. Tell me one of your intimate fantasies."
I was getting out of my depth. "How intimate?"
"Why not really intimate? The kind you wouldn't tell your friends."
"I have plenty of those," I couldn't believe it. A beautiful broad I'd never seen before wanting to talk dirty? Or did she? "I couldn't even tell strangers about those."
"Why not?" And she moved across to sit in the seat beside me. I put the armrest up, and she moved really close
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"Too intimate," I admitted.
"Sexy?"
"And then some."
"How about telling me some of them? We've got a long trip ahead."
Do you launch into a description of how you'd like to have her sitting on your face, and you don't even know her name? And get your face slapped or have the steward move you to another seat? "You might not like them," I said.
"Why not? You think I don't have fantasies too?"
"It was your idea," I countered. "Why don't you start?"
"You might be shocked, and ring for the steward."
"Maybe we ought to see who can shock the other most," I suggested. "The way your boobs behave every time you take a breath is pretty shocking to start with."
"You've noticed them? I always feel it's pretty unfair the way a man can see how a woman's stacked, and a man keeps his goodies tucked away inside a pair of Y-fronts."
"I'd untuck them any time for you'" I ventured, and wondered if I was pushing too hard.
"That's a fantasy I was having before we started to talk," she said excitedly. "Now it's your turn."
"Since you've got me stripping for you, you're not going to just look, I hope." I was going to jump in the deep end. She had me rolling. "I'd like to feel a nice cool hand exploring, doing whatever you felt like doing."
"That's nice," she said. "Doing absolutely anything I like? I'd like to put my hand round it, and if I can get my fingers right around it's not big enough. So I'll have to play with it and make it grow. Thicker and longer, till it stands straight up with a big red swollen head. Do you like to masturbate yourself?"
So she really meant it. It was going to be hardball. And it was going to be dirty. "It's a poor substitute for a girl's hand. Or mouth. But sometimes it's the only way when you haven't cum for a week and your balls are full. What about you?"
"I love it. As you say, it's no substitute for having a lover do it, but there are times when I get so horny I just have to masturbate myself. Don't you love that word masturbate? It's so dirty somehow."
My prick was sitting up and begging by now. The thought of having this broad jerking me off, or watching her diddle herself, or even better both at once, was getting to me. Funny how dirty talk is no fun unless it's from the other sex," I said. "Is it getting to your pussy the way it's getting to my dick?"
"Pussy's for schoolgirls," she reproved me. "This aching void between my legs is a cunt. If only it was dark now I'd have two fingers up inside her and frig myself silly. But I'd rather have that prick of yours sliding its way up inside me."
The cabin lights were dimmed at that moment. I guess we were all expected to go to sleep. But sleep was not on my companion's mind. In the darkness she put her hand on my thigh, and I stiffened as I expected her to grab the great banana that was inside my pants. But she just ran her hand up and down the inside of my thigh, right up to my crotch, without touching anything vital. This was developing into a prick teasing session. And cunt teasing too, I guessed.
"Let's take it slow," she said. "I've always wanted to go to a sex therapist and pour out my most secret fantasies. Feel like playing the part of a therapist?"
"I'd love to hear some of the dirty, depraved ideas you seem to have in your mind. I might learn something."
She smiled wickedly. "I really doubt it. But maybe it'll put a new twist on some of yours. And don't forget you're next. Ever had anything to do with bondage? I'd love to be tied up to a tree, with my arms fastened above my head so that my titties stick way out, and my feet spread apart, and a gag over my mouth so I can't scream when I cum. I'm dressed just like this, so imagine you're the man who's tied me up. You can see now that I'm a 34 C, and when you look at me all trussed up and in your power, with my breasts trying to burst out of my blouse, I'll bet that destroys every bit of your self control. You want to grab my tits, and feel them through my blouse. Feel my nipples, they're getting hard, and as you squeeze them in your fingers they begin to swell. I love a man's fingers on my nipples, but this way when I'm defenseless and unable to resist it's almost excruciating.
"Are you a tit man? I'll bet you are. You want to get at them so much. I can see you're hungry for them right now. So you put your hand in the neck of my blouse and rip it open, and push it back over my naked shoulders out of the way. Now you can see more of them, bulging out above the top of my brassiere. You want to rip that off too, but you see it fastens at the front and you decide to undo it. I wear it tight enough anyway, but with my arms stretched above my head my boobs are threatening to burst out of the bra. So when you undo the fastening they do just that. They burst out, and the two halves of the bra slide aside. (Can you see that in your mind now? You like it?)
"Now you've got what you want. I'm naked to the waist, and you can do whatever you want with me because I can't move. So first you have a go at my nipples. You take one between your fingers and twirl it, and you take the other in your mouth and tease it with your teeth. You're my captor, so you don't feel like being gentle with me. You pinch my nipple unmercifully, and you suck the other one as hard as you can so that the whole aureole is in your mouth and I can feel your teeth scraping it. All this time my breasts have been bursting, and I felt I must scream if you didn't ease my nipples. Now this is what I wanted. They must be as hard and big as little penises. I want you sucking both of them. For ever. But you stop. That's part of the torture. You know how to torture me. You stand back and look at me. My feet are fastened wide apart, but my thighs are already scissoring because of the awful emptiness in my cunt. My skirt's fairly short, and it's ridden up further because my legs are apart. I was dressed especially for my boy friend, specially sexily, with sexy undies. You can't wait to see what's under my skirt. You put your hands under my skirt, and feel me up, up the backs of my thighs, and grab the cheeks of my ass and fondle them.
"But you've got to have me undressed. You fiddle with the fastening at the waist, but you're too impatient for that so you do what you did with my blouse. You rip my skirt open, all the way down, and let it fall to my feet.
"Now I'm really exposed to you. I love to have men look at my naked body. But this time I'm not so sure because I'm tied up and there's no-one else around and I don't know you. I'm getting frightened, but it's deliciously frightening because I'm so worked up I feel I could cum any minute. You stand back again and look me over, my naked titties with my brassiere hanging from my shoulders, my nipples wet from your mouth and red and raw and throbbing, my belly naked except for a skimpy garter belt and a tiny pair of panties that don't do much more than cover my crotch. (A cache-sex, the French call it---a sex-concealer). And black stockings that don't come nearly up to my crotch, held up by garters from the garter belt. I don't usually wear a garter belt, but the idea really excites me, probably because it seems to excite men so. And exciting men is what it's all about, isn't it?
"So I'm really almost totally naked, and you lick your lips as you stare at my navel, and my belly, and my tits, and my thighs, and the material of my panties stretched tight over my vulva by my widespread thighs. You want my cunt. I can feel your eyes burning it through my panties. You must be able to see the wet stain on them, my cunt juice must have been pouring out ever since you started on my nipples. You open your mouth and snarl, and reach forward, put your hand inside the waist band of my panties, and rip them violently off me. The elastic cuts into the flesh of my ass cheeks, and then you have a rag in your hand and I can feel your eyes on my naked cunt. I always keep myself shaved--- men love to look at a bare crotch---so there's nothing hidden from you now. I love to pose naked, to let a man see all of me, everything he wants to see. I love to feel him devouring the secret sexy parts of my body. I love to imagine what he's thinking and feeling.
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Keywords: Fantasies, On, Plane, Ride, A,