Romantic Flights

amplifying the sensations thrumming through his swollen dick.

She rubbed her pussy on his abdomen, grinding herself down onto him, her slick wetness painting his skin. He could tell when she was frantic for him to be in her. Her whole body began twitching and then she was pushing away from him so she could arch her whole back and slide her ass down him and his cock wedged briefly between her ass cheeks before she lifted herself up and over his hard member, pushing herself down on his tip, trying to find the right angle, trying to get him in her. Finally she reached in between their legs and took hold of him roughly and pulled on him until she could insert him in her opening and he was sliding into her tightness and the feeling was incredible to have her around him like that.

The plane bucked.

She screamed, in ecstasy. “Yes, do that again!”

“Wasn’t me, baby,” Jim told her.

The plane bucked again, and she was bounced on his hips as the floor heaved under them. She folded onto him, her face buried in his neck. “I’ve never felt the earth move before.”

He laughed at her. “That wasn’t the earth. The plane’s hitting turbulence. I need to go check on the instruments.

She whined. “No, not now…”

“Now,” he said, reluctantly. “Planes can only fly themselves for so long, you know.”

She rocked on him and it made him catch his breath. She was so damned tight, so hot. She saw the look on his face. Smirking at him she pumped her ass on him over and over, quickly sliding on him, not stopping, a keening moan rising from her chest.

“Baby, seriously, I’ve got to check the controls.”

“Me first,” she said. “Do me first, then the plane.” She snickered. “Do the plane.”

Laughing at her own joke she continued thrusting herself on him. She wouldn't let him up. Not until she was finished. But the plane rocked again and no matter how good it felt to her to have those vibrations course through her body, Jim needed to check on the controls.

He wrestled with her and she fought back, working herself on him as hard as he had ever felt before. She growled and twisted and fucked him as he tried to get up and they ended up with her underneath on the rug and Jim holding her arms down and thrusting into her because he didn't want to stop either, plane or no plane.

And then she came, screaming out his name as she spurted around him in the throes of ecstasy. Jim stayed in her to feel her go off, just that long, then drew out of her. She gasped at the sudden emptiness in her wet pussy.

Jim kissed her cheek. 'Sorry, more later.'

The controls were blinking red and blue and the gauges were all telling him different things as he sat down in the captain's chair. Not all of them were good. It was kind of thrilling to think that the plane had damn near gone into a freefall as they were going at each other. Jim sat there, naked, his hard cock wet and glistening still from being in her. His balls were tight and ached and he throbbed and needed release badly, but the plane needed his attention more. He turned the right switches and pushed the right buttons and wished he could just orgasm right now so he could actually focus on what he was doing.

Then she was standing behind him, the tang of her subtle perfume distracting him again, but not as much as her body did when she leaned down over him and took his cock in her hands. 'Joystick,' she whispered in his ear with a giggle.

'Baby, not a good time for that…' He stopped talking as she jerked on him, up and down and up and down, over his swollen head, down to his base, sending a vibrating shock through his tight balls with each stroke.

He settled the plane out while she played with him, and it was the most erotic thing he had ever had happen to him, on a plane or off. When the controls were back to where they should be he still sat there, his hands grasping the arms of his chair hard as she brought him right up to the point of no return and then past it, over it, to where he knew there was nothing he could do but go off.

She squeezed him tightly, knowing what was coming for him, locking his semen into his shaft by choking him off and holding him as he spasmed over and over, unable to release while she held him like that.

Jim reached up and took hold of her by the shoulder, trying to guide her down onto him. 'Please, take me in your mouth,' he begged her.

Her moan was sexual and needy as she did what he asked, kneeling next to him and putting her lush lips over his tip, peeking up at him to make sure he was watching before she let go of his cock and slid down onto him, taking him in deep as his fluids spurted into her mouth and she swallowed him back again and again until he wasn't even firing into her anymore and it was painful for her to keep going but he wanted her to do it anyway as she licked him clean with her tongue.

Finally he had to push her gently off, the continued feeling of her very talented mouth too much for him to take. She lay in his lap, gently stroking his penis as it grew softer and softer. He was breathing hard and his heart was racing almost as though he had been the one to do all the work.

'You always did know how to do me, Melissa,' he said to her.

She shrugged a bare shoulder, still playing with him. 'That's why you married me, isn't it?'

'One of the reasons,' he admitted. 'The sex was a big part of it.'

She laughed. 'It had been a while since I saw you. You work too much. So I chartered a plane.'

'You're the first one I've done on a plane,' he told her.

'Ah, it's always good for a woman to know she was a guy's first.'

He stroked her hair. She was so beautiful. And creative.

'We should get dressed now, don't you think?' he asked her.

She sat up a little, and he got a good look at her breasts, nipples still tight and stiff. 'How long until we land?'

He checked the instruments again to be sure. 'A little less than two hours.'

Her hand fell into his lap again. 'Then it is definitely not time to get dressed. You're coming with me.'

She took him by the hand and led him back into the cabin, then lay down carefully on the rug and spread her legs into the air. 'You need to put your tongue right here,' she said as she flicked her finger against her clit. 'Right now. Come on.'

He was only too happy to go down on her again. And again.

Just before it was time to land he was dressed again and sitting in the captain’s chair, scrubbing the taste and feel of Melissa off his face. She had put back on most of her clothes, minus her panties, which she stuffed into his pants’ pocket with a smirk and a wink. “Something to remember me by,” she said.

“Like I’d need it.” But still, he liked feeling the little bundle of silky cloth in his pocket so near his crotch. He was aching to do her again, but it would have to wait. He had a plane to land.

“I worry sometimes, you know?” Melissa said to him. “I worry that one of these millionaire women who charter your plane is going to turn your head and then twist herself around your cock and then you’ll be leaving me for someone younger and prettier.

Gently he took her by her hand and sat her down in his lap, wrapping his arms around her. “There is no one prettier than you,” he assured her. “And I’m not going anywhere. You are the one for me. And you are an incredible sex partner. I’ve never been taken to the heights you just took me.”

“Har, har,” she said in a friendly but weary tone. “You know what I mean.”

“And you know what I mean. Now. You want to land this plane?”

She twisted around to look at him. “You’re serious?”

He nodded and guided her hands across the controls. “Now, just take the stick like this.”

She wrapped her hands around the long, hard shaft, and he was reminded of how she had held him in those same hands not very long ago. Her touch was just as light and delicate now as it had been then.

There was radio chatter in his ear through the headset and he answered it officially, leaving off any mention of the sexy woman that he had riding in his lap, helping him land the plane. He had to correct her angle a few times, but when she found the crease she moved into it smoothly.

He’d never thought of flying in such erotic and sensual terms before. Not before Melissa.