Married Woman Ishika's Sexual Invasions - Part 6
In Dubai, my assignment was a short one. I completed it in three days and I was flying to Delhi. There was a stopover in Mumbai. Waiting in an airport is quite boring, especially if it is a late-night flight. When the entire world is sleeping or fucking, you are sitting and waiting patiently. There were not many passengers, not only due to the time but also due to the notorious reputation of that airline. That airline is reputed for its delays, shoddy service and erratic schedules. So, only people like me who are in a hurry would opt to fly in this airline. I felt someone was looking at me. I looked up from the magazine I was reading and saw a handsome, sexy man was looking at me. He didn’t look away like most men do, he smiled and waved. I smiled and I decided to flirt. I was wearing a long skirt, which came to just below my knees and a sleeveless top. I didn’t realize but my top button was undone and the slight cleavage drew his attention. I saw that no one else was around, so I undid the second button as if I was adjusting and bent forward to pick something from my bag. I felt his eyes riveted on my boobs. I crossed my legs and deftly moved my skirt to let him have a glimpse of my thigh. The departure was announced and I entered the flight. My seat was near the emergency exit. Just as I sat in my corner seat, he said, “Hi, can I sit here?” I said, “Sure.” He said thanks and sat next to me, and without a warning, he held my head and kissed me hard on the lips! I was shocked and wanted to push him away but my naughty side made me return the kiss passionately. The seat belt announcement was made and we broke our kiss, engaged seat belts and he covered us with a blanket…and started squeezing my tit. I unbuttoned and lifted the bra to give him full access. My handsome co-passenger was squeezing tits and pinching nipples and I slid my hand down and opened his fly and pulled out his throbbing cock. It was hard, long and thick. We played with each other until the seat belt sign was on. When the seat belt sign was off, he shifted to the aisle seat so that he could see if the stewardess was coming our way. I slid under the blanket and took his cock in my mouth and started sucking him, as he mauled my tits. I was playing with his balls and squeezing and sucked fast. As soon as I felt he was about to cum, I took it out and he spilled hot cum all over my face. He slid paper napkins under the blanket, I wiped as much as I could and came out. I went to the restroom, washed my face and returned, he vacated the aisle seat. I understood, smiled at him and showed him my panty which was in my hand. I sat and covered myself with the blanket and he slid underneath, kissed my cunt and started licking. He was an expert licker and drove me up the wall. I almost screamed but managed to control as the orgasm washed over me. I suddenly saw that drinks were being served, I pulled his hair, he sat back and adjusted his hair. We had a couple of drinks and as soon as the stewardess left saying good night, I got up and sat in the corner seat, lifted my skirt and told him to fuck me. My cunt was on fire. He lifted the hand rest, spread my legs, put on a condom and pushed his cock, in one stroke it went deep inside my wet cock. Then he fucked, and fucked…He had a good technique and rhythm. For some time, I rode him. Then I bent and he fucked me doggy. There were no passengers in the seats behind us. He fucked for a long time. He was slowing down when he was about to cum. Finally, he unloaded a large amount of cum. We sat back and were panting heavily. He kept playing with my tits and cunt until we landed. The flight landed in Mumbai. He kissed me, gave me his card and we decided to meet after a few weeks and fuck properly in a hotel bed. The airline was notorious for its haphazard schedules. The pilot announced that the flight was not going to Delhi as scheduled but was rerouted to Bangalore, and then to Kolkata…and finally, Delhi. I cursed the travel agency for choosing this airline but I had no option. I had to grin and bear it. My co-passenger on the Mumbai-Bangalore flight was a nagging witch. She kept complaining about everything – flight, service, weather, politicians, etc. My head began to throb, I escaped on the pretext of going to the washroom and went to the steward’s bay. I asked the cute server to give me water. As I was sipping, I saw him checking me out, his eyes were hungrily exploring my tits and hips. I smiled at him and said, “I came to escape from that lady. She can’t stop talking and complaining.” He laughed and said, “Same here. She bit my head off from the moment she stepped in.” I looked around and in the aisles, no one was there. I pulled him by hand into the washroom. As I kissed the steward, he mauled my tits and when he groped my cunt under the skirt. His eyes opened wide in shock as his fingers went into my wet cunt. I sat him on the toilet and pushed my tits into his mouth. Then he stood and I sucked his cock for a few minutes. I knew he had work, so I put on the condom that I borrowed from the previous man and bent on the washbasin. He inserted cock and fucked vigorously for fifteen minutes and pumped cum. I rearranged my dress, my hair and kissed him and went back to my seat just before landing. The witch glared at me for escaping from her verbal tornado. I sighed after she left. My next co-passenger on the Bangalore-Kolkata flight was a nerd, a middle-aged nerd. He tried to start a conversation, he was working in an IT firm. I acted disinterested, went to the steward and told him to meet me in Delhi, we will fuck properly in a hotel. I went back to my seat and acted as if I had fallen asleep. The nerd slowly moved his hand to cup my tit and squeezed. I opened my eyes and glared at him. He gave a sheepish grin and tried to remove his hand. Then my eyes fell on his trousers. His hard-on promised a huge cock.