I planned a trip with my ex to Barcelona, Spain. for two weeks, but after the breakup, I decided to swap our regular tickets out for a business class ticket. That was probably mistake number one, going to a strange country by myself, and mistake number two, was playing mind fuck games with myself on the plane. By that, I mean that I had loaded my tablet with loads of Erotica before I left because it's not like anyone would know I was reading smut in public. I get off on words, and sometimes I can make myself cum without even touching myself, and that was the game I was playing on the plane when it became too overwhelming. Then, I slyly started masturbating under the blanket I was using as a barrier to prying eyes. I started by running my fingers over the soft fabric of my panties before pushing them between my pussy lips. I could feel my panties getting wet and fast. At that point, I decided to take it a step further and slide a finger into my tight wet pussy, but only the tip; I was going at it with my clit. I slowly started to rub it in a circular motion with deliberate strokes of my fingers. It's at that point that a low moan escapes my lips. At least, I thought it was soft, but apparently, it wasn't because when I looked around the plane, a tall, dark, and handsome stranger was looking directly at me, and he was holding my stare.
I panicked and got up quickly and rushed to the bathroom, but in my haste, I forgot to lock the door behind me, and I only realized it once the door opened and this sexy stranger stepped into the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind him. At that point, I realized two things: I had no intention of telling him to get out and wanted to be used by him. So, I just held his stare for longer than I should have because he pushed me up against the sink and forced me to turn around. The next thing I knew, I felt my panties being slid to the side, and before I could even think to tell him I was a virgin, he said I know and plunged his thick cock deep inside my pussy within a few strokes. It took a minute or two for him to work his way inside me, and I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt because it hurt like hell. Still, I found myself loving the pain and an animalistic instinct took over, and eventually, the pain subsided, and pleasure took over. I heard myself begging him to go deeper, faster, and more repeatedly. He kept telling me how good my wet pussy felt, how he could feel my pussy juices dripping down his shaft onto his balls. Finally, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it tight, forcing me back down on his cock. Then, he slowed his strokes and started to hit the spot inside me that had me wanting to explode; as I said, that's it, it feels so good, he kept making slow, intricate strokes over and over, and I felt my pussy walls clinch up and felt my orgasm hit hard, it started with shaky legs, a surge of electricity going through my body to where I couldn't stand. He had to hold me up with his arm wrapped around my waist.
