Chapter 9
by jonjacobs64
Is there anything else left to do??
How about an assisted handjob?
I pulled myself together, withdrawing from Britney's bra and panties. I surveyed her afresh, the sexy woman unknowingly showing off her ample cleavage and toned legs. I was absolutely **** and starting to worry that my spectacularly good luck would inevitably run out. This was the moment.
Glancing around once more to be sure I was unobserved, I unzipped my pants and withdrew my significant cock. I was rock hard, and I could nearly feel the heat radiating off my throbbing member. I reached over and took Britney's hand in my own.
I guided her gently to my cock, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. I held one of her soft hands in my own and reached back over with my other hand for a juicy handful of tit. I started to pump.
Feeling her hand against my skin was magnificent, and my breathing became as deep as her own sonorous breaths. I guided her to stroke me, slow and tight; then faster. I massaged her breast with my other hand, rubbing her nipple between my fingers and feeling the explosion building within me.
As my climax approached, I turned my body so that my cock was pressed against Britney's thigh. I thrust my hips, rubbing my penis against her leg with my tip only inches from her pussy. Within moments, I was blasting my load all over her legs.
I continued to cum, draining a last few strings of semen onto her soft flesh, and finally I calmed down. I sighed, breathing deeply and relishing the dirty scene, my cock shrinking against the girl's leg. Finally, I pulled my hand out of her shirt and tucked my cock back in my pants.
What to do with the cum? Well, obviously, I spread some on her tits before buttoning her shirt back up. I slid a fingerful down her pants, smothering her pussy in it. And the rest I massaged like oil into her thighs. I was sure that when she finally woke up hours from now, the semen would be entirely dried up.
I replaced Britney's blanket, returned to my own seat, and reclined with satisfaction.
God damn, I said to myself.
Little did I know that there was still a bit more fun to be had before our flight was over.
What else could possibly be in store?
The VERY Friendly Skies
Sexual attention, welcome or skeevy, when you're strapped in with nowhere to go.
Stories may include voyeurism, groping, or joining the famous Mile High Club, from male or female perspectives
Updated on Aug 13, 2024
by jonjacobs64
Created on Jun 8, 2022
by jonjacobs64
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