I felt her hand cup the bulge in my trousers.I felt her hand cup the bulge in my trousers. We kissed long and passionately; it was strange I thought to have got to such a level of intimacy without having kissed before. I exercised as much self-control as I could muster as I felt the exquisite feeling of her hand gently exploring my throbbing cock. In return, my fingers pulled aside the warm silky gusset of her knickers; and I was able to stroke warm downy hair and feel the soft, warm, wet and incredibly inviting slippery crevice. I pushed two fingers into her soft hole, and gently massaged it; I then rolled the flesh of her engorged entrance lips gently and firmly between my finger and thumb. She clung to me more tightly, eyes closed, and her hips shuddered; she sighed again and we kissed passionately. But it is one thing to snog, even as naughtily as this, in an airplane full of people but quite another to remove the garments necessary to couple us in the way we were were both obviously craving for and to release our wild passion in the sexual frenzy we both felt. How could we satisfy our enormous lusts? What with cabin crew wondering backwards and forwards behind us to and from the galley, we could not easily strip off and start humping without the risk of creating a sensation on board. I had visions of us being arrested for grossly indecent behaviour in a Jumbo Jet! Could I somehow get my cock out and force it past the tight gusset of her tight panties? But what position could we use? Nothing else in the world now mattered except an overpowering urge to stuff my straining rod into the depths of her warm, slippery slit. But trivial problems like knicker elastic, trouser zips, stretched Y fronts and unyielding aircraft seats made this ambition hard to realise. |