I often grab the red-eye from NYC to LAX. Once in a while I get to sit next to a hot number. The last time, he was 31, as he claimed. Not long after they turned the lights off for us to sleep, I put my hand on his thigh and that was a better message than writing him an entire book. He started moaning and soon we had our hands all over each other. I had nothing on under my skirt, in full knowledge of what was to come (pun intended). He had four fingers inside my vagina with his thumb up my ass. I jerked him, then went down under the blanket and sucked and licked his cock and his balls while I held his cock. It was not huge but very hard with a large head that I treated like a lollipop.

I whispered that I had to have it in the toilet and he followed me in there where we joined the mile-high club, He sat me on the sink and drove it home until I saw stars. He bent me over the sink and gave it to me doggy, fast and deep, then he sat on the toilet and I slipped a condom on his cock and rode him until he came. Pulling the rubber off, I sucked him until he came a second time, in my mouth this time.

Both married, we knew it was a one-timer and did not exchange numbers. I get fucking about one out of six red-eye flights and once in a while it is spectacular. It's my favorite flight. Usually I fall sound asleep after the session until I hear the landing message and wake up.



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