Steamy Sex Session On A Flight To London Part 1
Hello Everyone! My name is Rahul Kapoor and I’m gonna share this sexstory which happened with me recently when I was in London. Before I get into my story I’d like to point out that I’ve seen stories written in such bad language and horrendous grammar that they are illegible. I’ll make sure nothing of that sort happens with this story. For the next few minutes, I want you people to sit back and enjoy every bit of this sensual experience that I’m about to share. I’d love to hear what you all have to say about this story. Send in your feedbacks at [email protected] . Any ladies willing to sext or talk about something feel free to drop a mail at the above-mentioned address. Let me Introduce myself properly. I’m Rahul and work for an MNC in Mumbai as an analyst. Recently, I had the opportunity to visit London for a business meeting that was supposed to decide the merger of my organization. My flight was scheduled at around 3:30 am from the Mumbai International Airport. Let me tell you guys that I sleep very late at night usually because I have a huge workload. So, going to the airport at 1 am was a cakewalk for me. I completed immigration and went to have a cup of coffee at Costa coffee. I was browsing through some documents on my I-pad and sipping my cappuccino. As I casually glance up, I see a beautiful woman walk up to the counter in the coffee house. I can’t help but look at her perfect ass as she walks past me. Let me describe her so that you people get a good understanding of her appearance. She was dressed in a black top with a huge cleavage and blue skin-tight leggings. The black top highlighted her boobs and I couldn’t stop staring at her amazing cleavage. She wore black heels which accentuated her buttocks. The leggings were hugging her ass super tight and when she turned around I was surprised to see her camel-toe. I hate to admit it, but I instantly had a hard-on looking at that bombshell body. I saw that she was alone and decided to make a move on her. I packed up my stuff and got up. Holding my coffee in one hand, I walked towards her and said, Me: Hello there! Is this seat vacant?(Pointing out to the chair beside her) She: (looking up and pushing her hair aside with her fingers) Yes it is. Me: May I sit here if you don’t mind? She: (Nodding) Sure! Go ahead. Me: So, where are you headed to? She: London. Me: That’s great! I’m headed to London too. My name is Rahul. Pleased to meet you! She: Hi! I’m Ayesha So, we hit off the conversation and talked about work, family, and friends. She was single and was going to London to attend a friend’s wedding. Soon, it was time to board our flight and both of us were at the rear end of the plane, but her seat was two rows ahead of mine. I requested a lady to exchange seats and she gladly exchanged as mine was a window seat. Now the plane took off and we were still chatting about general stuff. She was having a good time and I felt that she liked me too, as she kept staring at me in between the conversation silences. We both were having wine and I was almost on my third glass and she was drinking her fourth. The wine had begun to show the effect as I ogled her breasts whenever I had the chance to. I tried very hard to control my hard on but was unable to do so. I thought she noticed it as she bent forward to pick up a magazine from the seat pocket, but I flushed those thoughts out of my mind. I suddenly felt something cold on my thighs and look down to find that she had dropped her glass of wine all over my pants. She looked at me with puppy eyes and uttered the sweetest sorry ever. I was more worried about my hard-on as it was clearly visible now. She tried to wipe away some wine from my pants and accidentally touched my dick. Ayesha: (looking up and giving a naughty smile) Well, looks like someone has woken up ;) Me: (Smiling) It’s hard to control the big guy with such a hot body around me. Ayesha: Well, you should change your pants. You, don’t want to be walking out of the plane with dirty pants and a hard-on (giggling) Me: I don’t have an extra pair of pants, but I know someone could help me with the hard-on. (Looking at her boobs and then into her eyes) Ayesha: (Giving a naughty Smile) Aww Rahul! I’m sorry, looks like you are on your own here. The lights inside the plane were switched off and everyone was fast asleep. Ayesha looked at me slyly and covered herself with her blanket. Ayesha: Good Night, Mr. wet pants(giggling) Me: That’s so mean. I switched off my reading light and pretended to go off to sleep. Ayesha too was just pretending to doze off, and this went on for a long time. I didn’t realize that I actually slept. Suddenly I felt something on my dick. Soon I realize it’s Ayesha’s hand I can’t believe that she is actually stroking my dick from under the blanket. I unbutton my pants and give her access to my underwear. She slides it down with her fingers and slowly rubs my dick. I look at her as she is stroking my dick and she gives me a seductive look staring into my eyes. I move in closer to her and pull up the hand rest from between us. She grips my cock tightly and begins to stroke it up and down slowly. I put my one hand on her boobs and slowly squeeze them. I try to insert my hands into her tee but I find it too tight. I lean in towards her and kiss her juicy lips. As she strokes my dick harder, I continue pressing her boobs against her tee. I look into her eyes and slide my hand down slowly over her stomach. I rub my fingers around her naval region and she bites her lower lip seductively. I move my hand down further and reach out to her pussy over her leggings. As I rub her pussy lips over her leggings she moans a little. I look around to check if everyone around me is sleeping and remove the blanket which is on me. There’s ample legroom in front of her seat.