Orgasm at 20,000 Feet


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Interracial, White Male, Oriental Female, Oral Sex, Petting, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: She gives him a blowjob on the plane.

"Here you are, sir," my stewardess said in a voice like rum, leaning over to place my drink on the tray in front of me. She pushed her chest forward, mere inches from my face, as she gently placed the cup down. I stared down her top. Two heaving, tanned breasts met my gaze, firm and round and perfectly full, almost spilling out of her blouse before she stood back up.

"Thank you," I choked out. She flashed me a broad grin and walked up the aisle, while I tried as hard as I could to watch her ass without being seen.

"Were you just staring at our poor stewardess?" Baoqing asked bluntly, her chin resting on her fist.

I looked up from my copy of The Master and Margarita. "What? No, of course not."

"Do not lie, Matthew. You have already been betrayed." Her fingernail grazed slowly up my thigh, caressing my stiff cock through my pants. I shuddered and gasped at her touch, electric in its intensity. She slid her finger up and down my shaft as she kept talking, her gaze locked onto my crotch. "A man's mind is easily read. You really must learn to deceive better. It is as Francesco Vettori once wrote-"

"I know what he wrote, I proofread your thesis."

"And yet you still do not learn. What am I going to do with you?" she asked as she swirled her finger in slow circles around the outline of the head of my cock, obvious through the fabric. A small dot of dark wetness was beginning to appear on my pants.

I hissed through gritted teeth. My hips bucked of their own accord, trying to force her to touch it more, grab it, caress it, stroke it. "I can think of a few things you could do, Bao..."

She smirked. "Maybe after we get to the hotel..." Her hand drifted back to her seat. "I do hope that you shall either keep your eyes off of strangers or at the very least hide your ... excitement when we visit the beach. Not everyone is as forgiving as I am."

"My eyes will be only on you, Bao, you know that."

"I doubt that very much, but we shall see," she sighed, but the left edge of her red lips was lifted up ever so slightly. I looked around. No witnesses.

I leaned in closer. The flight was half empty, and the two of us had the whole row to ourselves. I took advantage of our solitude. I opened my mouth and nibbled her neck, just above her black silk choker. Her hands gripped the armrest and she inhaled sharply. I sucked gently, bringing the skin of her neck against my teeth and tongue. "You are incorrigible," she hissed, her amber phoenix eyes smoldering at me. I worked my way up her neck, biting her earlobe, caressing her ear with my lips and tongue. She quivered. "You are teasing me, aren't you?"

"A little," I whispered, unwilling to take my lips off of her.

She stifled a moan, biting her lower lip. Her head tilted back. "Are you having fun?" Through the thin fabric of her blouse I could see her small, brown nipples hardening, poking through, brazenly displaying her arousal. It seems I'm not the only one with a treacherous body...

"A little," I confessed.

I looked up. Damn. I pulled back and opened my book. The stewardess passed by us, collecting empty cups and cans, but I hadn't even tasted my drink yet. I wondered whether she suspected anything from Baoqing's flushed cheeks, crimson against her peach flesh. She just smiled and kept walking, though. I looked down and realized that my book was upside-down. Spy material, I was not.

I flipped my book over and began reading again, while next to me, Baoqing pulled out her copy of Doctor No.

About an hour later, Baoqing piped up. "Did you bring the chess set

"It's in the checked baggage," I answered, not even looking up from my novel. She sighed deeply. Her hands were fidgeting. I reached over and took her hand in mine. "You're doing really well, Bao, I'm proud of you."

"It is not easy." Her nostrils flared as she exhaled and closed her eyes. "Do you not have anything to do?"

"What happened to your book?"

"I finished it."

"I told you to bring a bigger book for the flight. Let's see what I have..." I ruffled through my backpack. "Do you want to play tic-tac-toe? I have a notebook."

"No, that game is solved. If you know what you are doing, you cannot lose."

"Do you want to ... eat some Sour Patch Kids?"

"No, thank you."

"Well, that's all I've got. You're going to have to find entertain yourself. I can't help you."

"Can I read your book?"

"Oh, come on, I've finally started it and now you want to take it back? Besides, then I'll be bored. Nuh uh. You're on your own."

Her eyes narrowed at me briefly, her eye shadow the same shade as the Caribbean Sea below us, before she relaxed and smiled. "I shall take a nap then," she declared, lifting up the armrest between us. "May I at least use you as my pillow?" she asked, unceremoniously plopping her head onto my lap without waiting for my reply.

"Well, since you asked so nicely for my permission first, of course you ca-oh wait! Fine, sure, take a nap, but you better tire yourself out before bed. I don't want you up until 1 am begging me for a chess game."

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