“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We are beginning our final decent. Please close all tray-tables and return your seats to their full and upright positions. We should have you on the ground shortly. Once again, thank you for flying Frontier.”

I still hardly believe I was doing this, flying across the country to meet a boy. This wasn’t my style. Normally I let the boys come to me.

But, Troy wasn’t a normal boy. His mind didn’t think like any other boy I knew. The ideas he came up with of things he wanted to do to/with me ... it was delicious.

I stared out the window at the ground that was rapidly rising to meet us. I knew Troy was out there, and that I would be with him very soon ... and then he would be “with” me. We both knew he was flying me out to him so that he could have sex with me. In fact, he’d made it clear of his intentions to sample me before we even left the airport parking lot. I smiled to myself, thinking of the pleasures in store.

After the landing and a short taxi to the gate, I was soon on my way to short term parking, where Troy said he would be. It was a weird feeling, walking toward that parking garage, knowing that, somewhere in there, I was about to have sex with a boy I had just met. But not just any kind of sex, Troy had a fantasy that he wanted act out with me. When he told me the details about it, I decided then and there that I was going to let him fly me out to be his booty call.

Since landing, Troy had been texting me for updates on my progress through the airport. When I reached the parking structure, he texted where he was parked. The gray Honda Odyssey was exactly where Troy had texted me it would be. I heard the tailgate unlock as I approached, then pop open. I put my purse and suitcase in the luggage area, then went to the side door and opened it.

The 2nd row of seats had been folded down into the floor, in their place were a couple blankets folded over to provide a little cushioning.

I paused for a moment, staring at that blankets, knowing I was about to have sex on top of them.

Then I got inside and rolled the door closed behind me. Troy hadn’t said a word, still facing front and staring out the windshield. The silence was palpable.

“Well, here goes...” I though to myself, as I untied my sneakers and pushed them off, then pulled off my socks and tucked them into each sneaker.

Next I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it into the front passenger seat. Reaching behind me I undid the hooks on my bra, feeling it loosen around my chest. I slipped it down my arms, exposing my breasts to Troy in the rear-view mirror. My bra was also tossed into the front seat.

I unbuttoned my jeans and then unzipped them. In the silence, the sound of the zipper lowering was amplified. I pulled my jeans down and off my legs, tugging my panties down along with them. I handed them up to Troy, who took them and put them on the front passenger seat along with my shirt and bra.

Well, I was naked now. With a boy I had just met. A boy who still hadn’t even said hello to me.

Troy held up an eye mask over his shoulder, like the kind you would use to block out the light so you could get some sleep. It was the final piece of his fantasy. I took it from him and slipped it over my head, covering my eyes, essentially blindfolding myself. I laid down on the blankets.

I heard Troy’s car door open and close, then the side door next to me rolled open and closed seconds later. I knew Troy had joined me in the empty space in the center of the van. Two weeks ago Troy had told me about this fantasy he had, what he had called a “reverse one-night stand”. What if, instead of the normal thing of two people meeting, greeting each other, flirting, and then having sex, if they started with the sex? No “hello”, no “how was your flight?” ... Just ... Bam! ... Straight to fucking?

I had never heard of anything like it. Even when I fucked a guy on the first date, he still talked to me first. But this? It was too naughty to pass up.

I felt hands on my knees, and then my legs were spread wide. I felt the weight in the van shift, and then Troy was on top of me. I felt his hard penis probing and pushing against my slot, spreading my pussy lips apart as he searched for the entrance to my feminine charms. Suddenly I felt the spongy head of his cock center on where it wanted to be and I felt Troy begin pressing into me.

For a split second my body resisted. Troy felt bigger than other boys I had been with. It felt like he was trying to shove a log up inside me. Then two things happened, his cock opened me enough to hit my wetness, and my muscles “down below” relaxed just enough for me to yield to his need. Slowly he slid his cock up me as our bodies merged together.

Troy was inside me.

I realized it was happening. I felt so naughty. I was letting a boy who I had just met, a boy who hadn’t even said “hello” to me, slide his hard dick up inside my pussy. Even worse, I wasn’t even making him wear a condom.

While I was thinking this, Troy was busy working his hard cock in and out of my cunt, building up a rhythm with his thrusts. I could feel his cock, thicker than I had been expecting, filling me up with every thrust. Sometimes I could feel the head of his penis push against my cervix on his thrust, his full balls coming to rest against my ass, then pull back leaving me wanting more. Then he would thrust again into me, over and over again.

I was forbidden to make any sound other than sighs and low moans. As Troy fucked his cock into me I had to bite my tongue a couple times. I wanted to tell him that what he was doing was feeling amazing, that this was so kinky, that I was glad I had let him fly me out to be his little slut for the weekend.

But I couldn’t say any of those things, or I would ruin his fantasy.

With my eyes covered I had to rely on my other senses. From how Troy was panting in my ear, I could tell he was getting close. His thrusts inside my pussy had developed a sense of urgency. While he hadn’t been fucking me long enough for me to be anywhere near orgasm, it sounded like I was about to make him cum. I didn’t mind. Troy seemed to be right on the edge, and it would only take a few more thrusts for my pussy to pull him across his finish line.

Then, suddenly, I felt Troy’s jab himself deep up inside my vagina and hold there. Moments stretched on until I felt his thick maleness throb deep inside my pussy, and then the unmistakable wet heat that signaled his release. Fully implanted, Troy was cumming inside me. The shaft impaling my loins seemed to gather strength, then fire another jet of pent-up sperm deep into my depths.

Again and again Troy’s dick pulsed as he emptied his balls inside my pussy. He had told me he wasn’t going to jerk off for the two weeks before I flew out, so he would be carrying a full load to shoot up inside me. It certainly felt like the cum he was depositing within me was thick and virile.

Then his cock was finally still. He pulled out and I heard him catching his breath. I took the opportunity to blindly reach out to tap him on the arm, then pointed down at my pussy, and put my hands together to make a heart symbol for him. I wanted to let him know, without words, how good it had felt when he came inside me.

I’m not sure if it’s just how I’m wired, or if it’s universal for all girls. But I’ve always felt especially feminine when I’ve got a guys load soaking inside my pussy. It’s almost like “Yes, I did that. The proof is right there. I made a guy feel so good, he lost control and exploded inside me.”

I was just laying there, feeling very light and feminine, enjoying the little shivers radiating through my body. I felt the weight in the van shift, and I sensed Troy kneeling next to my head. I felt his hand behind it, guiding my face to the side. I felt the slippery head against my lips, and I opened them, taking his penis into my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the glands, tasting his sperm mixed with my pussy juices. Tasting the proof of what I had just let him do to me. I gently suckled on this shaft that, moments before, had been plugged up into the center of my femininity. I was trying, with my mouth, to tell him again, how good he had made me feel. Even if he hadn’t given me an orgasm, I loved what we had just done together, and was proud for making him cum.

Slowly, I felt the shaft between my lips enlarge and stiffen. By the time he was hard again, I wasn’t tasting his cum, but pre-cum again.

Then the weight in the van shifted again and I felt Troys hands on my thighs again. He spread them and again pushed his dick up inside me.