The heavenly Flight journey

Hi everyone, My name is Joanna. I’m 32 years old. Interestingly, after giving birth, my sexual needs have increased beyond imagination. Nevertheless, I was always a horny one everyday anytime.

This is my real-life story. Sex on flights has always been a thing for me. And I have done it twice. The first time was when I was 21, and then now recently after a long wait. The wait was for the right co-passenger, which is rare.

Regardless, for every flight of mine, I dress for two scenarios faithfully, and this has been for the last 14 years, though I’d say now I’m an expert in this. One of the main dresses is for sex-related situations.

A second is usually a formal coat to hide in all other situations (which is 99% of the case) with a scarf around the neck. And mostly a formal skirt below the knee height. My first experience was on an Indian domestic flight.

Still, my current one was on an international flight from the UK to Australia via Doha and Singapore for a work trip. And it was the best experience. So, I was taking Qatar Airways from London Heathrow to Doha. Like I said earlier, I was wearing a formal coat and a skirt below knee height, with a scarf.

Inside the coat, I was wearing a strip, too. With a deep neck and push-up bra of 36C size to get a good cleavage (total slut). But it works in your favour both ways). I often prefer the last seat at the window side on flights, though when I had my first experience, I got a middle seat.

When I entered the flight and reached my seat, there was already a guy in his mid-40s seated in the middle seat. I don’t really know his nationality, but he had an Australian accent. If I really have to guess, he looked Indian/Middle Eastern/South African.

But he was tall. I was instantly attracted as I’m 5’10, a rare tall Indian girl. I put my bags in the cabin space above and went to the toilet. I freshened and put on a bit of makeup. I rolled up my skirt from the waist to bring it above the knee height.

I pulled it up quite high, thinking if I need to pull it down, I’ll do it on the spot. And, of course, I removed the formal coat and scarf. So a professional look turned into a girl next door look with breasts almost popping out. You have to bend a bit to make the men in front and behind you drool.

I got back to my seat and asked the guy to let me into my window seat. He was reading a book, and he was stunned to see me dressed so lightly on the flight. He gave me space. I settled myself in and quickly took on the blanket. Seeing this, he asked.

Him – Won’t it turn too cold during the flight?

He was right, but the blanket would help. I had three very long flights, with 22 hours waiting in Doha and 10 hours waiting in Singapore. But when you travel for work, everything is taken care of by the company.

I responded – No, I think this is good. By the way, are you travelling to Doha, or is it a layover?

Him – No, until Sydney. It is a long way, some 45 hours total journey. This was the cheapest route.

I was feeling good as I had the same flights same waiting hours. So, I thought that this was going to be an interesting journey. I adjusted my blanket in such a way that he got to see my full thighs, and while sitting, the skirt lifted more.

Only he can have a good view of my breasts and cleavage from the side, and no one can see it from the front. The entire last row was empty from A to K seats. And there were very less people in the second and third last rows.

Him – Do you have a boyfriend?

Me – I’m married. And you?

Him – I’m divorced.

Me—I see. By the way, I’m also travelling to Sydney, so there will be the same flights and waiting hours.

We spoke a lot about each other. Meanwhile, the flight was preparing for take-off and the cabin crew was making sure of the procedures.

Him – I must compliment you on your dress. It is very revealing.

I was a bit surprised to see him make a move this fast, but I was happy that, finally, things were working out.

Me – Haha! Thanks, but I hope you don’t carry any STI.

He laughed a bit harder at this, but he got the message from me. So, we both were on the same page. At this point, we were going through the take-off safety procedures. He lifted the armrest, and now our skin could touch each other more.

He slowly moved his hand behind my back. I responded by leaning a bit forward and giving him space, which confirmed for him that I wanted this. Immediately, he opened his blanket and put it over my thighs.

Then, he moved his hands over my back again and lifted my skirt entirely. He removed the blanket and promised me that he’d place it back immediately if he found anyone coming towards us. So basically, now, I am in heels, panties and the strip top covered by a blanket.

Me – Wow! This feels very sexy.

Him – I agree. We will have an excellent flight

Me – Are you a boobs guy or an ass guy?

Him – Boobs. And seeing you dressed like this, I got the message right in the beginning.

Me – It is almost unbelievable. My type of guy. Good news! I’m lactating. So you have a free bonus.

It’s like we wasted no time. The flight was about to take off, lights were dim. The cabin crew took their seats. He wasted no time and put his head inside my blanket, took out my boobs and started literally eating it. Since there was no one around, I took my blanket down.

He was focused on my boobs until we were stable in the air, and the cabin crew started moving around again. I asked him not to make a sound while sucking my 36C boobs so that people won’t know. He destroyed my boobs in 4 minutes, drank most of the milk and was eating it uncontrollably.

It was like he had not been fed in ages and was looking for a chance. It was very wild, and I got scratches all over. I was horny AF. He soon released me, and I was in the blanket, both on top and on my thighs.

The flight was stable, and people started moving around. He thanked me and he moved his hand over my back again and started checking around my panty.

Me – What are you looking for?

Him – Why are you wearing a panty?

Me – Why not?

Him – That’s surprising that you dare to walk around with a rolled-up skirt sending a message that you want people to check out your ass and thighs. But you still wear a panty.

Me – Yeah! I will remove it.

Meanwhile, the air hostess came and asked for drinks. He ordered vodka for him and I white wine. But he insisted I should consider vodka. So, I asked for vodka instead. He toasted by putting the vodka shot in his mouth. When I was going to take mine, he asked me to wait.

He took my vodka shot in his mouth and kissed me to give all of it to me. At the same time, he put two fingers of his left hand directly to my pussy and vigorously fingered me. We stopped after taking the shot.

Hi – I’m right-handed. Fingering with the left hand is not the same. It’s a bit inconvenient on flights.

Me – We’ll figure it out. But how was the breastfeeding?

Him – I want more.

Me – After dinner, the lights go off. We have a lot of time.

Soon, we ate dinner and had 2 more vodka shots afterwards. I saved the chocolate mousse dessert for some fun later. As soon as the lights were off, I put the mousse all over my boobs under the blanket and waited for the right moment when there was no one around.

It was so stupid, but I was horny AF. When I told him, he wasted no time and put his head against the blanket and started eating it vigorously. He was surprised to see I put chocolate mousse everywhere. But he made sure he cleaned it, and it was the roughest breast licking ever.

Though he drained the milk the first time, he was looking for more. I was horny AF.

Me – Can we just fuck?

Him – I will destroy you slowly.

Me – I will ask for more every time.

Him – I will destroy you more.

After saying this, he ate my boobs more and then stopped to gather his breath. Then he moved a bit away from me and asked me to put my right leg over my left like a man. This ensured my pussy was available without really spreading my legs and making it uncomfortable on the flight seat.

This time he put his right hand in my pussy and vigorously started fingering it. It was as vigorous as one could imagine. I squirted in 5 minutes. I squirted so much. The whole blanket was soaked. By this time, he was hard as a rock. We opened the third blanket from the empty seat and spread it over his lap.

I had to pull down my skirt for a short time because I was going to eat him. I bent down and unzipped him, and pulled out his dick. I started giving him a blowjob, but he wanted it rough. So he started pushing my head down roughly. He then took control of my head movement and started directing me vigorously.

I started gagging, but we had to be silent. It was the hardest part for me to make less sound when choking. He fucked my mouth as if there was no tomorrow. By this time, the position in the flight seat started bothering me, but he was ruthless. I was helpless.

His mouth fucked me like a monster for 10 minutes and then released his load in my mouth. I was amazed by the quantity of cum. But I drank all of it. He was relieved.

Me – Fuck you! That was hard to hold on, but it was wild.

Him – I’m glad you liked it and thank you for this. I have never met a wild girl like you. I want to fuck your ass and pussy.

Me – After some rest, please!

We slept for some time after that. He wanted me to be as less dressed as possible. I lifted my skirt again and placed both my legs over his legs. We covered it with the blanket. He asked me to pull down my strip top and remove my bra.

He put his head over my breasts and covered him and me with another blanket. He slept deep, but in between, he sucked my breasts in sleep. Also, his left-hand fingers were rubbing my pussy in his sleep. I couldn’t really sleep deep because of his weight on me.

His breasts are sucking, and pussy rubbing. But I slept for an hour. At this time I have no idea if anyone noticed us while going to the toilet.

The story continues after we wake up. More in the next part.