Land down Under

Published February 28, 2024 tag category
Land down Under

It was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in Brisbane for the long journey home to Boston.
This was the end of a month long camper van vacation in Australia, and I, porn videos download for one, was overjoyed to
be heading back to some normalcy. For an entire month my wife Anne (I call her "the queen") had
avoided sex in the camper van, or anywhere else for that matter, since "the children are nearby."
- The irony of her way of thinking will be evident shortly.
Actually, she is not very interested in sex anytime, since she was taught by her mother that sex was
"dirty." The only time she ever saw her parents making love, they were fully clothed (hike up the skirt,
dear - Ill just quickly unzip.) Sometimes I wonder how we ever ended up with three children; one is
grown and on her own, the two boys (Ralph, 17 and Trevor, 14) were with us on holiday. Because I
travel regularly, I have opportunity for other sexual outlets during the year, but four plus weeks within
close quarters with a demanding uptight woman does not give you much opportunity to develop
I had some first class upgrade coupons, but at check-in time was told there was only one seat available.
Anne immediately volunteered because of her "potential for a /bad/">bad back," and was seated in 3A. The boys
and I were given 21K/L and 22L. This was aisle and window seating in the 2-5-2 configuration, and the
last two rows in the second section. I took the single seat, and let Ralph and Trevor sit together for the
first ten hour segment of the flight.
An attractive woman dressed in a loose sweater and very tight blue jeans took the seat next to me.
I could see that Ralph was uncomfortable and maybe even a little jealous, since he kept turning around to
talk to me, but she was too old (29) to be interested in him. She introduced herself as Christine, "You can
call me Chrissy." She was about five foot eight, light brown (almost blond) long hair, a /ass/nice-ass/">nice ass - firm and
high, breasts with an impact even through her shapeless sweater, and obviously in good physical condition.
Chrissy was headed for Miami to pick up her belongings from a recent divorce; she and her husband had
been working together on private yachts for eight years, and he had developed a cocaine habit. When he
would not seek help to end his xxx drug addiction, and more immediately after a close call with customs in
Australia last year, she decided then and there to split from him, filed for divorce, stayed in Brisbane,
and had just been notified the divorce was final. In the meantime, she had met another guy she wanted to
stay with, and was going to Miami to settle up the property and return to her new lover. This I discovered
during dinner conversation and over a few shared glasses of wine. Looking into my eyes, she confided she
was "now free and ready for some excitement."
The movie started, the flight attendants went around the cabin to lower all the shades, and Chrissy said,
"Id rather talk, if its OK with you; this movie is terrible." I had also seen the movie and agreed. We
spent the next two hours getting to know each other better. Chrissy at one point said, "You have terrific eyes,
I get really turned on by eyes." We talked about the kids, and when she asked if I was married and learned
about Anne in the front cabin, she thought it displayed selfish behavior and then never mentioned my marital
status again.
By now, the boys had fallen asleep, and just before the end of the movie, Chrissy excused herself for a
few minutes, reached into the overhead bin for her carry-on (stretched long enough to get my mind focused
on her hips and legs in those wonderful tight jeans,) and headed to the lavatory in the back. When she
returned, she was wearing loose fitting sweat pants, and when she asked if I minded if she lifted the arm
dividing the seats, I replied "Of course not!" By now I had an idea of what she had in mind, because she
had confided during the movie that one of her greatest turn-ons was the risk of discovery while having sex.
"My husband was not a great lover, but in the close confines of the boat it was always exciting to fuck
without anyone nearby knowing about it; I had more orgasms from fucking near other people than from
the sex act itself." As she shared this with me, she was already visibly breathing more quickly.
Chrissy and I arranged the blankets over both of us, now no longer separated, and curled up like
spoons in the otherwise crowded seats. I started to give her a back rub, slowly working over her muscles
by now cramped from the first five hours of the flight. She purred quietly, and after a while squirmed her
shapely ass on the seat, pushing it back into my growing /erection/">erection. With both hands I reached around
under her loose sweater, and fondled her globes, her nipples growing firmer under my gentle stroking.
Chrissy reached back and with one hand released my belt, then unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants.
I whispered in her ear, "How do you do that? I cant even do that with one hand, and theyre my pants."
She laughed, and said, "Years of practice; dont worry, it gets better."
My hard-on sprang out of my tight bikini briefs as she pulled the waistband forward, and she whispered,
"Im glad youre not wearing boxer shorts, I cant stand them."
Chrissy began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing with its own lubrication. She used the pre-cum to
help rotate her fingers gently around the head, stroking it with ever firmer pressure. I withdrew my hands
from under her sweater to push my pants down further, allowing me to slip the briefs down below my
swollen balls, which she now explored with her questing hand. Lubricating her fingers even more with her
saliva, she alternately rubbed my balls and massaged the head of my dick.
My hands were now free, and I hungrily reached forward for her erect nipples, shortly afterward sliding
my right hand down her belly and slipping it under the waistband of her sweat pants. She was wearing no
panties underneath, and the inside of the cotton sweats was already wet with her juices. As I stroked her
mound, her lubrication welcomed my fingers into her warm /cunt/wet-cunt/">wet cunt. Rubbing the juices on my fingers, I
began to circle her clitoris and then used my fingers to stroke in and out of her pussy while my thumb pushed
against her swollen clit. She was breathing harder now, and could not stop moving her ass around on
the seat, first bucking her soaking cunt against my right hand, then pushing her ass back against my cock
through the sweat pants.
Just then, the stewardess came down the aisle, paused noticeably as she came up to our row,
glared at me (me? why me? there are two of us here, you know!), almost said something, then apparently
decided that since we were bothering nobody else, she would keep moving. Thank God! While we were
both close to fully clothed at that time, there was little chance she could do anything legally disastrous, but
who needs the embarrassment, or the hassle from the kids for that matter.
As the stewardess left, Chrissy whispered. "She knows exactly what we are doing, and shes jealous!
Now I want to have your cock inside me. Ill keep quiet, but I need you to fuck me now." With this, she
lifted her ass off the seat and slid her sweats down below her knees, then separated her legs slightly and
moved back so I could slide into her dripping pussy from behind. I moved slowly in and out as she purred
and pushed back onto my cock quietly so we would not wake our neighbors.
At the same time, I reached back around to stroke her clit easily but steadily. The appearance of the
stewardess had startled me, and most of the urgency for release that had built up from her stroking my hard-on
had subsided, so it was a nice, long, easy fuck, punctuated by her spasming in orgasm three times
before my cock pressure built up to the point of no return. I came with the most excruciating pleasure I had
felt in my life (actually for the last month, but you know how easy it is to lose perspective at the moment.) I
felt like I unleashed at least a pint of come into her already dripping cunt. I sighed, and whispered,
"Chrissy, it must have been heaven that sent you to this seat. You dont know how much I needed that."
She then turned around in the seat to sit normally, and kissed me for the first time. "I needed it just as
much as you did; youre a terrific fuck, but on top of that its the danger that makes me come so much.
Thanks for being here, I dreamed that Id be fucked silly on this /trip/">trip. As we kissed, I told her about my
favorite turn-on. "What I like best is eating pussy, but there is no room here for that. Would you like to
go to the back of the plane with me?"
"What do you mean? In the lavatory?" she asked.
"Yes. If we are reasonably cautious we can get in there
without causing an uproar," I replied.
"Ive never done that before," Chrissy explained.
"Theres a /first-time/">first time for everything," I said, and moved to pull up my pants and buckle my belt. She
thought about it for a minute, and then said, "why not, lets try it!" She drew up the sweat pants and tied
the drawstring (I hadnt noticed there was one before - must not have been tied.) Then she got up and
headed for the back of the plane, with me following directly behind.
She entered the first lavatory, which was vacant (good thing the flight was long, and everybody was
still asleep.) I slipped right in behind her before the flight attendants noticed we were even there.
As I closed the door, she turned and we started to kiss passionately. She broke for a quick query,
"how do you do anything in this little space?" As I untied the drawstring on her sweat pants, I said,
"Just lift up and sit on the sink, and let me taste your cunt."
Chrissy lifted, spread her legs, and I could see her cunt lips were still swollen from her last orgasm.
I gently tongued her outer lips, occasionally swiveling my head to nip the insides of her thighs, but always
returning to circle her clit, and as it swelled up, suck on it gently. There was no end to the wetness;
her own lubrication, supplemented by the enormous load of come I had left in her pussy, dripped down
both sides of my chin onto the stainless steel sink surface and trailed down her thighs.
After tonguing her into a few more orgasms, I realized how hard I was getting again, and finally stood up,
sliding her ass slightly off the surface, and drove my cock into her again while we exchanged extremely wet
but tasty kisses, flavored by both of our juices. Such a short time after the last fuck, and she was so wet; this
time it lasted at least twenty minutes, both of us sighing and savoring the overwhelming sensations coursing
through our bodies. Finally, after a slow buildup that I never wanted to end, I came again, not as much this
time, but she sensed it and started bucking hard just at the same moment. The pleasure was so intense it
was almost painful.
The light came on to return to the cabin, and after a few minutes we were able to adjust ourselves to some
degree of present ability to return to our seats. Just as we opened the door, the same stewardess was
looking right into my eyes. She said angrily, "Please return to your seats and stay there. We have some
turbulence and the captain has turned on the seat belt sign." I couldnt help but think that maybe we were the
cause of the turbulence, but then thats just my imagination running away with me again.
As we settled in to the seats, Chrissy pushed the seat divider down, saying, "I think everyone is waking up,
lets not embar rass your boys." The breakfast service was beginning, the cabin lights were turned on, and we
were again two strangers who happened to be sitting next to each other on the plane. The secret
of our mile high lovemaking was secure.
We exchanged addresses, but with her in Brisbane and me in Boston its not likely well ever meet again.
Both of us promised to use caution in contacting each other should the opportunity arise.
I said good-bye to Chrissy at the seat, and went forward with the unsuspecting boys to deplane.
As we got to the end of the ramp in the terminal, I asked Anne, "How was your flight?"
"Great," she replied, "one of the most relaxing ever."
"Me too!"