"God, I hate these damn layovers." I said. "Especially At DFW." The flight to LA didn't leave for another hour and a half, so I thought I'd get grab a bite to eat and a beer. The airport was a mad house, hordes of people moving in every direction. After a bit of searching I found this sports bar up a flight of stairs and out of the fray. I found a table in near the back and put my stuff down in the other seat and called for the waitress. She hurried over, took my order and hurried off. I leaned back in my chair and scanned the bar. I was drawn to a couple sitting near the front of the bar. They looked like they were having a serious discussion. It was something about the pair; I couldn't take my eyes off them.

"Wait, I know them, it's the Banks." I stated. "Oh my God, I haven't seen them in years." "Shit since high school."

I looked closer and sure it was Jan Banks and her husband. She was my high school Spanish teacher.

"Damn, they haven't changed a bit."

I thought about going over there and striking up a conversation, but it looked like from the tone of the conversation that didn't want to be bothered. So, I figured I wouldn't bother.

I watched them a few more minutes when they left. I couldn't help but notice the large number of empty drink glasses on their table.

"They were big drinkers back in high school, too." I thought.

About an hour later, I walked to the departure gate. The lounge of course was packed. But a made a bee line for an empty seat near the window. Just as I got situated the first call for boarding was announced.

I wondered where the Banks were going and what were they up to. Seeing them brought back a lot of memories of high school. I remembered staring at Jan's legs and boobs in class and daydreaming about getting it on with her.

My daydream ended as the second call was announced and I gathered my stuff up and headed toward the exit. As I stood in line, I notice Mr. Banks walking away from the gate in the general direction of the main exit. "Well he just must have dropped of his wife." I thought heading down the gangway.

The plane wasn't as crowded as I first thought. "Great" I thought. It was large plane with 2-3-2 configuration of seats. My seat was well in the back. I pushed my stuff in the overhead and sat down. The seat next to me looked like it was going to be unoccupied. After I got settled, I started to look around the cabin and sitting across the aisle alone in the 3 section was Jan. She looked really fidgety and nervous.

"Mrs. Banks is that you?" I asked.

"Yes.... XXX is that you?"

"Hey. How are you?" astonished that she remembered me.

"Great, how you? Listen, can I come sit next to you?" she said pointing to the open window seat next to me.

"Sure"

She quickly grabbed her stuff and slid into the seat next to me.

"Hey, XXX its good to see you." She said, giving me a big hug.

"Mrs. Banks its good to see you too. It's been a long time."

"Jan. Call me Jan." she said fastening her seat belt.

As we exchanged pleasantries, the plane began to move and soon we were taxing down the tarmac. She said that she hated flying and that she was really pissed at Mr. Banks for not being more supportive but was really glad now that she had someone to fly with. As we sped down the runway, she held my hand tightly and leaned her body close to mine. I could feel my nature start to awaken.

The moment we were at the cruising altitude, I called flight attendant over for drinks. Jan thanked me.

After about 5 gin and tonics and wine with dinner, Jan was feeling no pain.

The flight attendant noted that since this was a night flight they were gonna cut the lights off to show some program and since the flight was so empty they were all gonna hang out up front and let the passengers sleep.

"Jan, you haven't changed a bit. Not at all in 15 years."

"Ahh, thanks." She said.

"No, you really look great" the beer inside me, said.

"Thanks" she said in a rather reluctant tone shifting to face the window.

"I think I better shut up" I thought to myself sensing her rejection.

I clicked the overhead light on to pretend to read, but really to keep staring at her body. Let me quickly describe her: she was about 5'9'', about 135, short brown hair, round face with smallish eyes and lips, big round breasts and long shapely legs. She was wearing a tight fitting red turtleneck that tucked into a tan skirt that had buttons up the front. She was also wearing tan hoes and brown penny loafers. What attracted her to me wasn't really that she looked good, cause she really didn't. She was very plain. But it was the idea that it was a teacher of mine in high school.

She began to nod off and I wondered what could I do to get under her clothes. I would have done anything to get her into a restroom and screw her brains out. But I didn't think I had a chance in hell of that happening. So, I cut the light off and leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes.

I think I had been asleep for about an hour when I woke up. Jan was out like a light. Just as I stretched and reached for my book, the plane shook violently and tipped forward at a 30**b0** angle. People moaned and stirred at the violent convulsion. I reached for the seat in front of me. Jan leapt up from her slumber.

"What's going on?!" she proclaimed.

"I think it was an air pocket."

"Air pocket?!"

Just then the plane shook again and the pilot turned the fastened seat belts sign on.

"Ohh." She yelled, pushing the arm rest up and throwing both of her arms around my neck and pulling me to her..

"It will be okay, Jan". I said putting my arm around her lower waist.

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. I hate flying"

"It will be okay. It will be alright" I said moving my hand slowly up and down her lower back.

She seemed almost hysterical. "It will be okay" I said gently pulling her closer. She sensed this but she kept her arms in a vice grip around my neck.

Over the next few minutes, the plane shook with decreasing severity. The pilot came on the PA to say, "Sorry about that, but were flying through a patch of rough air cause of some storms below us. It's gonna be a little shaky over the next hour or so."

"Oh no." she responded. "That son-of-bitch husband of mine should be here."

"Hopefully the worst is over" I said trying to comfort her.

"You don't mine me borrowing you neck do you?"

"No. not all."

"Thanks." She said resting her head on her arms and my shoulders.

"No problem" I thought to myself slowly caressing her lower back.

I couldn't believe this was happening. Mrs. Banks was in my arms!!! I wanted to grab the airplane phone and call all the old high school gang.

I slowly began to lengthen my rubs, letting my hands glide up to her bra and down to the edge of her skirt. She made no objection. I gently held my hand on her back over her bra while I contemplated my next move. I was dying to feel her up. Just to touch her tits. "But how could I do it without getting slapped and/or arrested?"

"Jan, would a drink help?" I asked quietly.

"Ahhh, yea, sure thanks." She said letting me free of her grip.

I called for the flight attendant and she promptly brought triple servings of gin/tonics for both of us. She said that this might help us get through the bumpy spots.

"It just might" I responded. We quickly drank out cocktails and attendant quickly came back to pick them up as the airplane began to rock and shutter.

"Come here" she said, pulling me to her and wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Sure" I said smiling inside.

This time I put my around again around her lower waist, but instead to reaching her back, my hands clutched her side.

I again began to slowly caress her lower side as she snuggled her head into my neck.

"Oh, those drinks are going to my head." She said softly.

"Great." I thought.

I glanced over her body from her knees pressed close together to her fine soft hair pressed against my face. This was my chance. I had to roll the dice. My hand was at the junction of the skirt and turtleneck. I slowly slid it up over the soft cotton fabric. I knew that I would bump up against the side of her boob.

My hand slowly progressed up her until I could feel her ribs when she took my hand and gently placed it around her lower waist again. "Damn" I thought. "But she didn't get crazy, either."

A few minutes later I tried it again, this time in more incremental stages. I think she was about to move my hand again when the plane shook and she tightened her grip around me. My hand was resting on her left rib cage. I slowly slid it up until if left the wire of her cup under my fingers. My thumb was resting on the side strap. I was as hard as a rock. I held it there, letting my index finger experience the softness of her mound.

After a few seconds said, "XXX, please" in a low drunken tone and moved my hand away.

But I was not to be deterred. I wondered why she didn't resist more. I don't think she was out-of-it drunk. I guessed it was a combination of fear of flying and the alcohol.

The plane began again another period of violent shaking and she tightened her grip with every vibration.

This time I thought I'd go for broke. So I quickly ran my hand up her side and on to her large round breast. I didn't squeeze it. I just felt her round mound in my hand. Her nipple was gently poking through the silkiness of her bra into my palm. I slowly began to caress it when she placed her hand on top of mine in protest.

"Stop" she said in a low voice. But I wasn't going to. I started to gently rub and apply soft pressure to her boob.

"Quit" she said with a more forceful tone, pushing my hand off her.

"I'm sorry" I responded not knowing what else to say.

That was the extent of her objection.

I was jubilant inside. I has just felt up my high school teacher and so far had gotten away with it. It has been a couple of months since I had last gotten laid, so I was already horny and this just kicked it up off the charts. My cock was as hard as stone. Although I had accomplished a lot, I wanted more. My attentions turned to her knees.

I the plane rocked back and forth. I turned on the overhead look for a bit of reconnaissance. Her legs were about an inch away from mine. I glared at her knees. Kind off bony not nice nonetheless. The pattern her pantyhose made over her legs made my cock stiffen further.

I put my arm around her lower waist and let is rest. She rested her hand briefly on mine as to say this is fine. I turned my hand and held her hand in mine.

I waited for another good shake and a turned my legs into hers and placed my hand on her knee. It was smooth and soft just as I had expected. She tried to remove her hand from mind but I wouldn't let her go. She pulled her arm from around my neck and grabbed my hand.

"I said stop it." She said forcefully.

"Come on, Jan." I said gripping her knee and moving my hand slightly under her skirt.

"Quit it now. I'm not interested in you. XXX. Stop" she said trying to pull away from me.

I could tell that she was still sort of out of it. I let her hand go.

"Come on Jan" I repeated leaning my face toward her.

"If you don't get you hands off me I'll..."

Before she could finish the sentence, I kissed her. It was more like me pushing my tongue into her mouth. It was great. Her mouth was soft and warm, but it tasted like gin. Not withstanding that, I proceeded to have my tongue take the scenic tour.

My kiss pressed her back into her seat and she struggled to push me away.

This left my hand free on her upper thigh. I slowly slid my hand underneath her skirt and down her smooth pantyhosed thighs.

She didn't resist as much as I thought. Not that she liked it, but she didn't hit or scratch. I slowly moved my hand down her thigh. I could tell she was pressing her legs together to prevent me from getting between them.

I thought I was going to come in my pants. Her mouth was inviting enough, but her soft, silky legs were something else. I loved chick in pantyhose anyway, so this was heaven.

She tried to grab my forearm, but I was quickly running my hand down her thigh toward her crotch. When I got to her upper thigh, she began pushing me away harder, but it wasn't much of a contest. I slid my hand in between her thighs, brushing against her womanhood.

Jan let out a slight moan and she began to twist in her seat as I explored her crotch with my hand. Her legs sprung apart and as she slid further down in the seat. I continued rubbing and fondling her pussy. I could feel her breathing quicken and her grip on my shoulders strengthened. I found her private lips through her hoes and panties and began to rub it vigorously with my index finger. She raised her legs into the air and pressed her feet into the front seat. She began twisting and pushing violently.

She pushed me hard in the face, dislodging our mouths.

"Get off me." She said angrily grabbing my hand out of her skirt. "I cant believe you would do this to me." "Move." She said adjusting her clothes and standing up.

"Where are you going?" I asked scared shitless.

"The bathroom and then the hell away from you!" she said marching past me into the aisle.

"Oh shit." I thought. "What was I thinking?"

Then the fear passed and I thought about how good her tits and pussy felt. "I felt Mrs. Jan Banks tits and pussy." "Wow!!!" But I was still rock hard with not sign of it being relived. I turned to watch her go into the bathroom. I knew then that I had to fuck her.

The flight attendant came barreling down the aisle. "Is she okay?"

"Yea, I think she's not feeling well. I'll check on her."

"Please. And don't be long because we starting are approach into LA."

"Sure"

"If you need some assistance, please press the buttons and I will come help."

"Okay" I said, watching her walk back to the front of the plane.

I picked up Jan's stuff and I put it in a seat a couple of rows behind mine and I walked back toward the restroom. The back of the plane was empty and there was no one within 15 rows of us.

"Great" I thought standing in front of the only door that showed "Occupied".

A few seconds later the door opened and I quickly went in to the bathroom, trapping her in.

"XXXX, what are you doing?" she asked, slightly slurring her words.

The bathroom was just the size for both of us. I closed the door quickly behind me and locked it.

"Let me out." She proclaimed, trying to push her way towards the door.

"Soon enough, Jan" I said, grabbing her and spinning her towards the mirror.

"What are you doing" she asked.

"Shhhh!" I replied pushing her waist towards me.

"Quit it!!! Get you hands off me"

I ignored her and pulled her skirt up in the back.

"Ohhh, No.?" she said trying to push her skirt down.

"Jan shut up."

I pushed her hips up against mine and pulled her skirt up around her waist. Without must resistance, I pulled down her pantyhose and panties down around her thighs. With equal speed, my pants were opened and unzipped.

"No XXX Please. I'm married. Don't do this" she begged.

"Don't make any noise" I said, rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy lips. I put my hand on her shoulder and with one good push I slide my Johnson inside her.

"ohhhhhh" she moaned. Her fisted clenched and her head sagged as I continued to drive inside her.

She moaned and panted as I stretched her pussy. I started to rhythmically pumping her, my hands moving back and forth between her tits and her hips. I continued to hit it harder and harder until we were making a loud clapping noise with each thrust. She started moaning and panting with greater volume.

After about 15 minutes I came. It poured out of me in a stream.

I quickly pulled up my pants and left.

As I walked down the aisle, the attendant was approaching.

"Is she okay?"

"Yea, I thinks she gonna be fine." I said sitting down.

"Good" she said turning and heading the other way.

5 minutes later she staggered around the corner and slumped in the seat where I put her stuff.

Soon, we were on the ground, and once we got to the gate, I quickly got my stuff and left, no once looking in her direction.

In the terminal, I waited in an out of the way place for Jan to come off the plane. She was the last to come off. She looked rattled I think she was crying. A flight attendant was asking her what was wrong, but I could read her lips as she said, "Nothing...Nothing., Please I just want to go."

She looked around like she was looking for someone and headed toward the baggage claim.

I turned and headed toward the rental car area, smiling about my entrance into the mile-high club.

The End