We can move on to the end now, I think.

Several hours later, even the man was surprised at how far things had gone.

By the time the pilots came onto the intercom and announced they were preparing for landing, he had made quite the mess of Julia Soares. The picture of beauty who had so enticed him was now a babbling mess; after he first came down her throat he decided to stop pretending there was anything stopping him from going as many times as he wanted, and ended up fucking every hole repeatedly, coming again and again all over her. Julia had thick globs of his seed on her breasts, her face, her stocking-covered ass, even her thighs and around her pussy. She couldn't stop giggling and moaning after being subjected to hours and hours of fucking, dozens and dozens of orgasm that would have single-handedly broken many others. It's a good thing he effectively sound-proofed all of first class, or there would have certainly been a crowd for him to deal with.

The man did feel a little bad at how thoroughly worn out she was, but luckily his program would be able to fix all of this. It always did. By the time this was over, Julia Soares would be right as rain, and maybe even a little better, too. It was the least he could do considering the fun he had with her, after all.

The next morning, Julia Soares woke up with a start. She was in her home, a comfortably large apartment in a high-rise in the bustling center of Rio de Janeiro. She took a moment to remember what had happened; She had gotten on her flight home, and was disappointed to learn that she'd have to deal with the stuck-up jerks that flew first class. However, she was lucky, and the only passenger she found was an absolute gentleman. Quite handsome, too, Julia admitted to herself. When the flight arrived, she went out drinking with some friends of hers to celebrate her long stay home, before coming home late and passing out almost immediately.

And the dreams she had...Julia shuttered as she thought of them. That handsome man on the airplane, taking her over and over, the most incredible orgasms she had ever experienced in her life. She wasn't usually the kind to have sex dreams, but she was surprised that her panties didn't seem wet after some of the fantasies she'd had during her slumber. The man was clearly in the city; if Julia encountered him, maybe she'll invite him back to her place and see if he was packing as much in real life as he did in her dream.

But that all could wait. Julia walked over to her window and threw open the curtains, looking out over the city. Julia felt better than she had in a very long time, but she had a good idea why: Finally, after a long time, she was home to stay, at least for a while. She planned to enjoy herself to the fullest.

~fin~