Molly found the ideal way to make the time pass on a long flight.
Peru had been great and I’d just landed in Miami on transit. I’d spotted these two cute guys at the airport in Lima, mainly because of their unique T-shirts, but also because one of them reminded me of my boyfriend. He had a shaved head and broad shoulders, and I let my imagination get out of control a little; after all I had been alone for ten days. The other guy was slimmer, with fair hair and a cheeky face. They both looked good fun.
At passport control in Miami I joined their queue, even though it wasn’t the shortest. I remarked on their T-shirts (guinea pigs on the front and a description of how you could eat them on the back) and we got chatting. The blond one was Stephen and the one who looked like my bloke, Ryan.
I began to fantasise about the three of us sitting together on the plane, with me as piggy in the middle. Once the lights were out we could play unobserved under the blanket. I could touch their cocks and maybe suck them off and there’d be four hands attending to me.
They weren’t seated near me on the flight, but I went and found them in their seats at the back. The conversation turned to what we did for a living. When I said I wrote erotic stories this seemed to interest them greatly. After a while, Ryan moved up to sit next to me and as his fingers touched mine, a shiver ran through my body. The talk progressed to swingers parties (none of us had been to one, but all wanted to) and then the Mile High Club. Then, as the drinks trolley took Stephen’s attention, Ryan lowered his voice and said, “So how about it then? Shall we join the Mile High Club?”
The bathroom was directly in front of us and, after only a little hesitation, I replied, “OK!”
We quickly dived, giggling, into the small compartment and fumbled with our clothes. Conscious that people could be waiting outside we hurried at first. However we slowed down as I began to suck his cock. It filled my mouth more than many I’d experienced before and I made the most of the treat, running my tongue around the head and sliding down the length. Soon he pulled out, slipped on a condom and filled my pussy in the same way he’d filled my mouth. Movement was somewhat restricted and we tried various positions until we managed to get both my legs wrapped around him. Ryan thrust forwards into me and the excitement of the moment soon had us both coming. We congratulated each other on our newfound membership of the Club and slipped off separately back to the boys’ aisle.
Stephen was not amused. I felt I had to make it up to him, and so was easily persuaded that he really could not be left out. We moved into another bathroom right at the back of the plane. Stephen’s mouth hungrily sought mine and his hands gripped my hair, forcing my head back. Biting my neck, he unclipped my bra and then instructed me to play with my nipples. This I did with relish as I love my nipples squeezed, the harder the better.
I rubbed Stephen’s cock against my exposed stomach and between my breasts, then took his length in my mouth. Twice in one night – what a lucky girl I was, I thought. After rubbing my fingers on my pussy I offered them to Stephen to suck, which he did eagerly. I slid his cock along my pussy lips as I massaged my clit. Warm sensations were running through me as Stephen came, squirting over both our fingers. We kissed before Stephen made his exit.
Outside the compartment, the plane was due to start its descent, and we thanked each other with grins as wide as Cheshire cats’. I’m still planning to get on another flight with them sometime – one with a bathroom big enough for three!
