The heavenly Flight journey – Part 2

Hi, Joanna, again here!

This is part 2 of my real-life experience on a flight from London to Sydney. I was travelling for work. My colleagues had already been in Sydney for a week and needed my support, too.

I forgot to tell you guys the name of the co-passenger I had a great experience with. His name is Dave. He was 45, 6’3 and divorced. I’m 32 years old, married, and my size is 36C-29-40. I am apparently becoming hornier day by day.

But of course, my husband has no idea about my flight experience. But he gets his fair share, and I’m sure he is over-satisfied.

After sleeping for nearly an hour, I woke up. By this time, my back was hurting because of the weight of Dave, who was still sleeping on me. To be precise, on my breasts. I was topless since Dave pulled my strip top-down and lifted my skirt fully up.

I was literally fully nude in the last row of the flight from London Heathrow to Doha. But to my best luck and years of trying, the last row was fully empty. There were very less people around us.

Dave was sleeping well, drooling on my breasts. I tried to wake him up so that I can feel comfortable. Initially, he didn’t and started feeding on my breasts. But on insisting, he let me loose a bit, thankfully. Meanwhile, the armrest between us was lifted by Dave, and so he could get a good grip on me.

The aisle seat was empty. So it gave some room for moving and turning around for Dave. Though he was sleeping or feeding on my breasts, his left hand rested on my pussy. My legs were over his legs. But when he let me loose, I straightened up. But he refused to take off his hand.

He started rubbing my pussy and again sucking my breasts. I was impressed by his fascination towards boobs. It’s like a hungry beast ready to pounce on its meat prey. Instead of pussy, he tried to finger my ass. But by now, I was too uncomfortable. I asked him to stop.

I dressed up and wanted to go to the toilet. Dave asked me to cross over him but face him. While crossing over him, he stopped me for like 10 seconds and started chewing my boobs again. This was the best view he could get of me. It was like the front view and me sitting on his lap for a few seconds.

He started feeding on my breasts. He started all over again torturing my boobs, which I absolutely loved. But I really wanted to go to the toilet. I asked him to stop and went to the toilet. While at the toilet, I saw my breasts were full of marks. I squeezed them and found that the milk was still there.

Then, I started fixing my make-up. Meanwhile, I heard a knock on the door. I did not respond and continued adjusting my face and hair. I put on a heavy lipstick this time. There was another knock on the door, and I was super confused. I fixed myself fast and was ready to leave.

As I opened the door, I saw Dave standing there. He came in and locked the door. Fuck! The toilet was too small. He saw me dressed and standing for the first time and got super turned on. He removed all my clothes, made me kneel, and started mouth-fucking me like a maniac.

I was choking, was out of breath and gagging. He fucked me deep throat. He didn’t stop and was clearly the dominant between us. He was holding my head with both hands and rammed his dick deep into my mouth. He fucked and choked me deep and rough for nearly 5 minutes.

Then he lifted me on his shoulders and started eating my pussy. It was difficult not to moan and make sounds. We were in a public setting, and it was so damn risky. Dave was really strong to lift someone like me or just too horny. Anyway, this position was not very comfortable for me as it was the flight toilet.

He asked me to hold to the side walls for some support for some time. But it was a bit too uncomfortable. So he put me down, turned me around and just rammed his dick in my ass. He was fucking my ass in standing doggy style. Soon, we started to make pounding sounds when our skin hit each other.

Now I started to get stressed as we were in the toilet for sometime. But at the same time, I was super horny. He stopped after some time and started fucking my pussy. It felt GREAT! Surprisingly, if you keep a cloth between you and your partner’s skin, you can avoid the pounding sound to some extent.

And you can fuck harder. He took my long skirt and wrapped it around my ass, and started fucking hard. I don’t know exactly how it was wrapped, but I’m sure he was experienced in this. We fucked hard and deep for 15 minutes in this position. I squirted the second time like mad. The toilet floor was all messy.

He then turned me back and asked me to kneel again. He asked me to hold my boobs together very tight and started inserting his dick from the bottom. He could get between my boobs easily. He then spat a lot on my boobs, spread it and asked me to hold them very tight together as if his dick could not enter.

I did, and he started ramming again. It was fucking hot boob-fuck. It was so wild and sexy. Still, he was not satisfied. He tried for 2 minutes but was not satisfied. He was completely at a different level of craziness. Instead, he lifted me in his arms and started fucking me again in my pussy.

My legs were wrapped around his waist, and hands around his shoulders. He fucked me hard. As I couldn’t moan, I started biting him around his shoulders. He was fucking me as if there is no tomorrow. Also, his mouth was eating and biting my boobs.

Actually, not boobs exactly but cleavage. Our body was so stuck to each other that not even air could pass through it. The whole situation was damn sexy and heavenly. We fucked for another 20 minutes and cum together. He emptied his load into me, and we did it without protection.

I was completely broken and exhausted, and he was satisfied as fuck. He cleaned himself first and left. I got dressed, cleaned and now I was back to my regular dress. No more rolled-up skirts. I later wore the formal coat and my scarf before taking my seat.

Me – Thank you! It was the best I ever had. I have been waiting for years for a moment like this.

Him – How many years?

Me – I think 14 if I remember.

Him – Is this your first sex in the flight?

Me – Second.

Him – How was the first?

Me – It was nothing like this. This is an expert level mile high clubbing.

He started laughing.

Me – How about you?

Him – I have done it on the flight a few times. By the way, what are you doing in Doha? It is a 22 hour halt.

Me – I will get a room to rest. Since it is a business trip, the company will pay for the expenses.

Him – Can I join?

Me – Umm, okay, sure!

Him – Then this is not the end for us. There’s more. One condition – Walk around in Doha dressed the way you were at the beginning of this journey. Show your cleavage, popping out breasts and rolled up skirt, with no panties underneath, to the public in Doha.

Me – In Doha, I can’t. Restrictions. Sorry!

Him – Okay, then, hotel?

Me – I will think of it.

Him – The moment I saw you, I knew you were something else.

We both laughed. The flight was about to land in another 45 minutes.

We had a series of adventures in Doha, which I’ll share in part 3. But at Doha, we bought precautionary meds and a few packs of condoms for safety.