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Joining the Mile High Club
by John Carson (johncarso@gmail.com)
***
I met Lisa on the flight from Delhi. She was flying
back with her mother, but luckily, her mother didn't
pay much attention to what I was doing to her 14 year
old daughter. (M/f-teen, ped)
***
I saw her across the isle, sitting with her back
towards me, barely visible from where I was placed, two
rows behind her on a 747 making its way west across the
globe. Since leaving Delhi half an hour before, we'd
been asked no less than thrice to please enjoy our
journey which would eventually take us back home. At
least for those of us who called the big apple home.
Over the noise of the engines, I could barely make
heads or tails of her conversation, but she seemed to
be talking to her mother, sitting to the right of her,
about the new girl's soccer team she had just joined.
My own two daughters, 10 and 12 years old, or about two
years younger than this princess in front of me, had
started soccer practice just before I left to India
some months before, and were already urging me to come
to their games when I got back.
Smiling at the memories, I absentmindedly took the in
flight dinner which was handed to me and began picking
at the food. Keeping half an eye on the girl, I quickly
finished the dinner and leaned back, ignoring the
groans of the passenger behind me as I tilted the chair
and closed my eyes for a second as I waited for the
cabin crew to dispose of the remains on the tray in
front of me.
I'd been on enough flights to know the next steps in
what almost seemed like a choreographed dance in the
air: the rush for the four toilets in the back of the
plane. I almost missed her, but in the last minute, I
saw her walking past me towards the back. The sari, a
traditional Indian garb, almost of the same shade of
blue as the cover on the chairs of the plane, fitted
her well, although I had to consent that it looked
slightly odd to see it on someone so obviously not
Indian.
I waited a minute before unbuckling my belt and
followed her towards the back, finding a place a few
people behind her in the queue that was now forming.
Someone was complaining about the food, others where
reiterating their already fading memories of India, and
others, like me, not paying enough attention as the
aircraft suddenly jumped because of turbulence, making
people fall like bowling pins, before the queue managed
to stabilize itself again.
For a moment I managed to catch her eyes as she walked
past me, giving her most convincing smile I could
muster, and seeing her tight lips curve gently upwards
in a half smiling, half contemplating way. The fat man
behind me pushed me out of the way and made his way
into the vacant toilet as I lingered a few seconds too
long on her figure as she walked back along the isle,
taking her seat next to her mother again.
"Hi, I thought I heard something about soccer here?" I
said to her mother, as sat down next to them on an
empty chair. It wasn't the best line I'd ever used, but
it seemed to do the trick and soon I was deeply engaged
in the discussion with both of them, sharing experience
and laughing with her mother about the usual soccer
mother jokes.
As the flight continued on its path, the crew dimmed
the lights in the cabin gradually, and the talking
around ceased slowly until you could only hear some
whispering discussions further away, as people were
either turning to, or trying to turn to, Morpheus
kingdom, or staring blindly into the TV in front of
them with their headphones tight around their heads,
making their best to be louder than the screaming
engines and air conditioning.
When I came to, an hour or so later into the flight,
everything around me was dead silent and I noticed the
armrest between me and Lisa, as I had come to know her,
was folded back. Her mother was on the other side of
her, snoring loudly, and Lisa had her head on my
shoulder, looking like a sleeping beauty in the dark.
I shifted slightly towards her to make it more
comfortable and pulled the blanket tighter around her,
sliding my hand over her arm as I did. She pulled back
slightly, and I was afraid I'd scared her, until I
noticed she'd just made a bit more room between us, so
she could take my hand in hers and guide me to her
covered chest.
She gasped softly as I gently touched her breast,
hidden under a t-shirt and a 32B bra. I played with her
breast for a while, cupping it gently in my hands and
tracing my fingers around her nipple, while looking
over her shoulder at her mother, who unaware of what
was happening right next to her, kept snoring and
enjoying Morpheus kingdom.
I leaned over to her and gently kissed her forehead.
She arched her back slightly and looked into my eyes as
her warm lips made a quick contact with mine, before
she buried her face in my shoulder again to make it
seem to any casual observer as if we were sleeping
peacefully in the night.
Feeling her warmth and heavy breathing against me, I
got a bit bolder and let my hand trace lower over her
body, tugging gently at her t-shirt before slipping
under it and caressing her tummy and up over her
breasts.
Another sudden jolt to the plane awakened her mother,
as we cuddled together in the dark. I kept half an eye
on the mother as she turned over and went back to
sleep, leaning against the window, unaware that my hand
had found its way between her daughters thighs and
between the folds of the sari, tracing finger along the
edges of Lisa's pussy, teasing her through the fabric
of her panties, slightly damp from her excitement.
Her breathing became heavier and as I slipped a finger
inside of her to let rest against the lips of her
pussy, she whimpered and squeezed her thighs tight
together. She took my hand in hers once more and pushed
me away. Afraid I had gone too far, I started to
apologize, but she cut me short by pressing her lips
against mine once more.
- Not here, she whispered into my ear as she broke the
silent kiss. A man coughed somewhere close, and I tried
to hide my hard-on as well as I could as I slowly stood
up and made my way towards the back of the cabin,
walking through a landscape of apparent silence and
faces either asleep or lit by the video screens.
As no one else seemed to pay attention, I looked into
some of the toilets and picked the one which looked
cleanest, or at least where its occupants had
apparently not failed as miserably with hitting the
bowl. Keeping myself busy with the lock and light in
case anyone should pass by, I kept the door only
slightly ajar until I saw Lisa pass around the corner
and into the toilet.
I had to sit down on the lid of the toilet as she came
inside, to give her room to move around, and as she
closed and locked the door, she turned to smile at me
and leaned down to give me a proper kiss, slipping her
tongue into my mouth as we embraced.
Pushing her up against the sink, I wrap my arms around
her waist and pull her tight to me, my hard-on making
an obvious bulge in my jeans, pressed against her
belly. We stand like that for several minutes, our
tongues exploring each other, our hearts beating
together as her chest is crushed against mine.
As I come up for air, I lean back as much as I can
without sitting down on the toilet again and take hold
of the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up and free of
her. She blushes cutely as she helps me unbuckle her
bra and places it in the sink behind her.
I have removed her sari and is pulling her panties down
as my heart almost stop when someone attempts to open
the door, but the unwanted visitor quickly moves on to
the next toilet and I let her panties follow her other
clothes into the sink behind her.
Kissing my way down her body, letting my lips touch
against her cheek, her neck, shoulder, I find myself
sitting on the toilet, with her young pussy in front of
my eyes. Looking up and meeting her eyes, I use my
fingers to separate her pussy lips as I slide my tongue
along her slit, up to her clit, making her hold of my
hair intensify as she pulls my head against her again.
Delhi is far behind us as I work my tongue fast over
her clit, her body responding instantly to my
attention. As I work my tongue against her, I use my
right index finger to slip into her by now very wet and
warm pussy. Her young body convulses around my finger
with every time my tongue touches her clit and as I use
my finger to press up against the area of her tummy,
she screams out loud enough that I'm afraid someone
will overhear us and I have to steady her against the
sink as her first orgasm runs through her body.
Without thinking, I stand up and quickly get rid of my
clothing. She is still calming down from her orgasm as
I lean her back and guide my cock to her pussy, making
her scream out again as I push all of my length deep
into her waiting pussy. She did her best to hold on to
me with her arms around my neck as I plunged my cock
into her time and time again, each time making her
little body shiver.
It didn't take long until I felt the familiar tingling
in my cock. Fighting an urge to just ram it deep into
her again, I withdraw completely from her pussy, making
her push herself hard against me, trying to keep my
member inside of her. Her eyes slightly glazed over, I
stay with her until she has some time to relax before I
turn us around and make her lean forward, using her
arms to steady herself as I drive my cock home into her
pussy from behind.
She screams of pleasure, and I keep pummeling into her
until I near my own explosion. Taken over by pure
animalistic instincts, I fuck her tight little pussy
harder than ever before I push myself as far as I can
into her, and keep myself there as my cock explodes,
releasing wad after wad of warm white cum deep into her
milking pussy, sending Lisa over the edge again as she
cums for the second time around my cock.
As we both try to clean up as best as we can, we talk a
bit more and figure out that she lives with her mother
not that far from me, and had there only been a few
years less difference in age, she might have been in my
daughter's soccer team.
It was the beginning of a very interesting time for me.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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