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Subject: The Flight - Fiction by Jana Z.
Date: Fri, 23 May 1997 14:36:45 GMT
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The Flight
Fiction by Jana Z.
Author's note - this is one of my fantasies. Another, 'The
Execution', has been posted in alt.sex.asphyx
It was my first overseas flight and I was very nervous. My
husband, knowing how I felt, paid to upgrade my ticket to first-class.
He couldn't go because of other commitments, but he wanted me to be
comfortable and he thought I'd receive more attention in first-class
then I would back in coach. It was also my first flight on a foreign
airline.
My name is Jenny Gray and I was on a business trip to the Far
East, a get-acquainted trip to some of our offices over there. I'd
just turned 29 and had been promoted to the position of coordinator
for Pacific Rim operations. My husband drove me to Sea-Tac to catch
my flight, a late night non-stop to Tokyo. From there, I'd go on to
Singapore, Hong Kong, and a half dozen other places where PAC-COM has
offices.
Jim bought me a drink in the airport bar and then kissed me
good-bye at the gate. He assured me that I looked great and was going
to be fine. "They'll take good care of you on the plane. Now stop
worrying."
I smiled and walked down the jetway to the plane. I was
dressed casually - a sundress, thigh highs, sandals, and a light
sweater in case the airconditioning on the plane was too much. I
blushed as I remembered that my panties were in Jim's pocket - he'd
had me take them off in the car on the drive up. My blush deepened as
I remembered how I'd sat with my dress up, masturbating, while he
stroked my thigh. "God," I thought to myself. "What a shameless slut
you can be at times!"
I also remembered how nice it had been when we arrived and Jim
parked on the far side of the short-term lot. I'd slid off the seat,
onto my knees, and he'd moved over to the passenger seat. I'd sucked
his cock and moaned when he held my head as he shot his load deep in
my throat. It was fantastic! But then, sex had always been something
we'd both enjoyed immensely.
I was still blushing when I handed my boarding pass to the
flight attendant, a slender Japanese girl who looked to be about 20 or
21. She smiled and welcomed me aboard in perfect English. Her smile
was contagious and I found myself smiling as I moved down the aisle to
my seat. My seat was in the last row in first class, the aisle seat
on the left as you boarded. I put my carry-on bag in the overhead
compartment after removing one of the books I brought - a mystery by
April Smith called 'North Of Montana'.
I settled in my seat and tugged my dress down. It was short,
ending about 3" above my knees and it tended to ride up. I like
showing my legs, but not too much. At least not while there was a
stream of people passing by. I suppose I should describe myself for
those who might be curious.
As I said, I'd just turned 29. Jim and I had been married for
three years. I'm the youngest of five children and the only girl. I
was a tomboy growing up and I'm still pretty much the tomboy. I'm
5'8", slender, a redhead with big green eyes and freckles. My hair is
short, not a buzz cut, but short and adds to the overall boyish look.
I'm athletic and have a nice figure although I'm rather small on top,
34b. My slim, sleek legs are my best feature, after my eyes of
course. I majored in marketing in college and have an MBA in finance.
I tried to concentrate on my book to avoid thinking about the
takeoff, but it didn't work and I was gripping the armrests as the
plane was pushed away from the gate. As it turned out, I was one of
only two passengers in first class. The other was an elderly man who
sat in the window seat in the first row across the aisle.
I was staring at the seatback in front of me, terrified, when
the flight attendant, the one who'd greeted me at the door, came by.
She saw that I wasn't wearing my seat belt and asked me to put it on.
I stared up at her with a blank look and she immediately realized that
I was terrifed beyond being able to respond. She crouched and
fastened my seatbelt. Then she put her hand on my knee and squeezed
gently, whispering that everything was going to be okay. "I'll be
back in a minute." She got up and moved up the aisle to confer
briefly with another, older, flight attendant.
When she returned, she said, "My name is Tomoku and I'm going
to sit with you during takeoff. She unbuckled my seatbelt and had me
move into the window seat. She leaned over and pulled the sliding
cover down over the window. Then she buckled our seatbelts. She held
my left hand in her right and whispered softly that everything would
be fine. I don't know why, but I was more scared at that moment than
I'd ever been on any previous flight. I closed my eyes and felt the
tears running down my face.
I felt Tomoku touch my knee, then she was stroking my thigh
and crooning to me in a soft voice. I calmed down as she continued to
stroke my thigh, reassuring me in her soft voice that everything would
be okay. Her hand moved above the top of my thigh highs and came to
rest on my bare thigh. I sighed and turned my head, opening my eyes.
She smiled and whispered, "Nothing is going to happen to you, I
promise."
I nodded and whispered, "Thank you."
Her hand was warm and soft on my thigh. I sighed and relaxed
as she resumed stroking me gently. We stared at each other as her
hand move higher. Her eyes widened as she realized that I wasn't
wearing panties. I felt her fingertips brush my pubic hair. I took a
deep breath and whispered, "Please . . . "
She smiled gently. "Please what?"
I blushed, whispered, "Please, touch me."
She continued to smile, teasing me. "Touch you where?"
"Please," I whimpered. "Please touch my cunt."
The plane turned onto the runway and the engines thundered.
She slipped her fingers down between my legs and began to masturbate
me. I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure, my terror receding as
my excitement increased. She brought me to orgasm quicker than I
would have guessed, watching me with her calm brown eyes as I moaned
with pleasure. Then, with the plane in the air safely, she kissed me
on the cheek and whispered, "I'll be back in a while. I'll take you
downstairs to the crew compartment to be fucked."
I stared at her for a moment and then nodded. I wanted to
scream, "No, I'm not like that." But, of course, I'd just been
masturbated to orgasm. As I spoke, she deliberately licked my juices
off her fingers, one of the most erotic sights I'd ever seen.
She returned about thirty minutes later and took me down to
the small crew compartment. She told me to undress and watched as I
removed my clothes. When I was nude, she fastened a shackle around my
left ankle and locked the other end to the railing of one of the small
bunks. She undressed and we had sex. It was my first time eating
pussy and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. The rest of the
crew, 9 women and six men, took turns with me for the entire flight.
I was licked, fucked, and I sucked cock. I was also sodomized a
number of times. Once, I had a cock in my mouth and another in my
ass.
When I walked off the plane in Tokyo, I wore only my dress and
sandals. I had warm cum leaking out of my cunt and my rectum,
dripping on my bare thighs. And I was wondering how soon I could get
fucked again.
The end.