True Sex Stories: Now Boarding Flight Number…

We passed a few minutes just making out to kill time, but the more we kissed the more horny we got. I could see how hard he was through his jeans and I just couldn't resist.

Going with the theme of airplanes, here's a story from our recent Spring Break trip to Europe.

You know how they always make you check in hours ahead of time for international flights because the lines for security are always so long? Inevitably, every time I arrive ‘on time' I end up spending hours waiting at the gate. Well, a few weeks ago my boyfriend and I found ourselves in the same situation. Of course, it's much more fun when you have someone to pass the time with.

In the check-in line and all through security we had been whispering to each other plans about how we would join the mile-high club that night and about all the nasty things we were going to do to each other under the airline blankets. When we arrived at the gate an hour early we considered starting our fun a bit early and sneaking into the guy's bathroom to fool around. But, after passing by the bathrooms a few times we decided that there were too many people going in and out and that it would have to wait for a trip when we would be at the airport at a less busy time.

Of course, when Amor and I get horny we don't give up that easily. We walked back to the gate and looked around for a dark corner to make out in. Sadly, there are no dark corners in an airport. We settled for sitting in the last row where no one else was sitting. We picked two chairs that were more or less out of view and started making out. Some businessman yelling on his cell phone gave us a dirty look, but otherwise it seemed that no one was paying attention. We passed a few minutes just making out to kill time, but the more we kissed the more horny we got. I could see how hard he was through his jeans and I just couldn't resist. I started stroking his cock through his pants while I kissed on his neck. He was a bit worried that someone would notice, but since we had our backs to almost everyone and the people in front of us were far away and facing the other direction, he let me keep going. He kept watch while I played with his hard cock through his pants. Every now and then he would grab my hand and pretend we were just talking while someone walked by. I desperately wanted to suck his cock or have him fuck me on the spot, and the more I felt his hardness the harder it was to resist.

I begged him to let me touch his flesh, to wrap my fingers around his cock and feel every inch of it in my hand. He almost had enough self control to say no, but after all, I did have him hard as a rock already. I pulled his sweatshirt down over his lap and he let me undo his belt underneat. Rather than unbuttoning his pants he just pulled his cock up so I could reach it under his sweater. I wrapped my free hand around his shoulders and leaned over him to hide the bump I made under his sweater as I stroked his cock, moving only my wrist. We could definitely pass an hour like this!

At one point he couldn't resist reaching over and pushing his hand into my pants as well, but (sadly) that doesn't work as well for us ladies. Eventually we found a good position so we could keep going even as people passed by. Once, an airport cop on a Segway passed right in front of us and we just smiled and nodded to him as he rolled by, my hand still stroking Amor's cock.

I reached farther down and played with his balls, I jerked him slowly and discreetly, but after a while even the gentle movements were driving him crazy.  I kept stroking his cock and we kissed and talked dirty about our plans for the upcoming flight while we waited for the gate to open. I was so wet I was sure I would soak through my pants, we had been fooling around and teasing each other for hours. I could have controlled myself, but when they didn't open the gate on time I thought I might die of horniness before they let us on that damn plane.

So, we moved down to the floor, where we felt a little more hidden from view and placed our carry-on luggage next to us so passersby were less likely to notice what we were doing. I pretended to lay down in his lap – I mean, that's not too uncommon in an airport, right? – and I wrapped my lips around his deliciously hard cock. I didn't want to move my head too much so I just licked his head.  Every now and then he would push my head down on his cock until he was all the way down my throat and and would massage his shaft with my tonge. We kept going like this for a while, stopping every now and then when someone passed by like we had before. We heard them finally open the gate, but we were too caught up in what we were doing. Amor grabbed my hair and we pretty much abandoned any pretext of being discreet. He fucked my face in broad daylight in the middle of the airport.¨Do you want me to cum in your mouth?¨ It was more a statement than a question. He pulled my face off his cock and I opened my mouth to recieve his cum as he jerked himself, squirting a hot load almost immeditaley. I swallowed his cum with gusto and we got ready to board the plane.

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