Thinking about having sex in different ways whilst flying at 2000ft above sea level, holding my wife's hand who was trying to sleep next to me with her head resting on my shoulder was exciting me. Looking at nothing and happily relaxing in my own dream world with the woman of my dreams next to me made me feel contented. I was thinking, 'Sex and woman why is it always such an issue with me'. It's not like I didn't get enough exciting sex from my wife. It seemed that my imagination could never stop itself from thinking about exploring exciting, different sexual experiences with Susan. Been married was one thing but been able to be totally honest about one's desires was sometimes difficult. Could I be honest and tell my wife about what turned me on? Perhaps not, because she would take offence and think that I had changed from the decent, loving type of man who she married.
Susan was Russian, of medium height with perfect curves and beautiful white skin that shone with health. She had soft long blond hair which she styled by fanning down the back of her slender neck over her shoulders. She had a strong feminine face with sensuous soft skin and her mouth constantly smiled with full red glossed lips. Her large green eyes were hypnotising and were shaped like a cat's which narrowed at the corners whenever she smiled. Her legs were long, slim, firm and well shaped from gym exercise which also made her light, slender body and stomach firm and shapely with or without clothes on. Her hips were shapely, pulling the waist band of her g-strings up into her slender stomach, forcing the material deeper into her crotch, massaging between her pussy and ass as she walked. Her soft breasts were all hers and totally unblemished, swelling themselves into a rounded dew drop shape as they hung in all there soft, sizeable splendour from her delicate chest. She always looked sexy and hot. No one could stop themselves looking at her when she displayed her stuff whilst wearing high heel shoes. I could never stop thinking about feeling her somewhere whenever we were anywhere. She was just one of those rare species of women who exuded sex appeal whether on a beach, in the bedroom or just sitting in a public place.
She released her hold on my hand as she started to doze off and ended up nestling her fingers almost perfectly shaped around the growing hardness of my cock. The innocent act sent a small sensation through me and started me thinking how wonderful it would be to get a hand-job right there and than. The lights in the aircraft were dimmed for everyone to sleep which made me wish that I could get myself jacked off. However nothing is ever easy and so I started to move myself into a more comfortable position for sleep. My movement made Susan stir and as she comforted me by giving my leg a rub her hand inadvertently brushed my erect penis, feeling it's hardness. Her dewy eyes shone in the dim light as they opened in amazement, studying my sheepish expression plastered over my face. She than started to raise herself from the seat all the time looking into my eyes as her face broke into an evocative cat like smile.
She moved her hand under the blanket and started fondling my belt buckle loose, unzipping my pants and than she pushed on my trousers and g-string, forcing them slowly down and over my hard erect cock and warm hairless balls. She than took the shaft of my cock in to the palm of her hand and started rubbing it. Her fingers stopping at the top of my piss hole to rub the oozing pre-cum round its hard velvety head massaging its length with a mix of my pre-cum and her spit that made my balls pull up into themselves from the itchy, tingly feelings that were growing from her touches. Thank god the isle seat was empty. I certainly didn't want anyone who may be walking to the toilet to see her hand moving the blanket. It didn't require much imagination to know what Susan was doing to me.
My mind was lost in desire and wanton need to orgasm but I wasn't sure how to cum my load of spunk without making one hell of a mess over my clothes. She held my cock in her hand after lubricating my shaft and began to slowly pump me with her slender hand by firmly squeezing her fingers into the fold of my knob head as she pulled and slid her closed fist up to the top of my cock and than down the length of its swollen shaft - ever so slowly and forcefully giving me a deep massaging feeling which stiffened and grew my cock into a throbbing needy state of tension which started oozing copious pools of pre-cum that she used in her hand for more massaging lubricant. The need to orgasm was blacking my thoughts out after what seemed an age of slow hand massaging that aroused my imagination of images of her naked breasts. I slid my hand up under her lose blouse to feel off her firm voluptuous breast under her bra. This started her fucking me faster which had me stiffening and arching my back as the feeling of orgasm stirred in my balls. She responded to my squeezing and massaging of her breast by sliding herself up against my chest and moaned into my ear.
Than and there I decided that I wanted more sex with Sue and without any more preamble I made my mind up to organise something daring for us whilst we stopped over for the night in London before carrying on to Moscow. As the throes of my climax started I took hold of her hair in my other hand and pulled her mouth to mine forcing my thick, flat tongue lustfully into her mouth. My desperation for more of her sex enveloped my mind and blocked out everything else that was happening around me. The rising feeling of ejaculation started curdling the inside of my balls, tensioning with pressure readying to erupt themselves in convulsive spurts. One heavy load after another of slippery warm wet cum came out of my piss hole as everything blanked out because of the orgasmic pleasure enveloping me. Each climatic wave of excruciating sensation taunted my body, forcing my waist to rise into the blanket, smearing it's underside with loads of my sperm which started dribbling onto my stomach and groin to form a thickening, sticky wetness.