A flight to remember

I usually check my baggage in when flying because not only does it make it easier getting around the lounge, but it also conveniently hides my sex toys and feminine clothing from prying airport security eyes. Yesterday I made the epic mistake of not checking my baggage during an overnight trip and packing in a hurry.

“Whose bag is this please?” asked the friendly airport security as I went through. ‘omg’ I thought to myself.. ‘I thought my toys were all compliant and wouldn’t raise an alarm’.

“That’s mine” I admitted, hoping it was going to be a quick solution.

“The scanner shows Allen keys, we need to check they are less than 6cm to fly with. Where abouts in the bag are they?” he asked, looking me up and down with what appeared to be a mixture if disdain and annoyance.

“Allen keys?” I asked surprised, “I have absolutely No idea - there shouldn’t be any Allen keys in the bag,” I proclaimed.

More annoyance. He then proceeded to empty the entire contents of my bag, including pulling apart my clothes, onto the tray behind a clear screen searching for the offending Allen keys. I was mortified as he pulled out the small clear travel case that contained lubricants, condoms, and a stainless steel and pink gem anal plug.. then continued to empty the clothes liner that had my pink dildo, some lingerie, a skirt, and my heels.

I looked at the floor - ‘please god open up and swallow me’ I thought.. as more passengers came past. I stacked up their security trays as they came through, face as red as a beetroot and in obvious discomfort with my pulse racing.

Eventually he found the keys, then left my personal affects in plain view while he went off to measure the Allen keys. ‘oh FFS.. this is not what I need right now’.

The security attendant came back. “These ones measure under 6cm and can go, but this one is over 6cm and cannot travel in the cabin” he said matter of factly.

‘Fuck the keys!’.. I thought to myself, “That’s ok, just throw them all out - it’s fine” I replied sweetly, trying to encourage him to hurry. He was in no mood to be hurried though. He then placed them in the refuse bin. “Can I please have my bag back now?” I enquired.

"We’ll just need to scan it one more time” he answered, taking my near empty bag back for the third time, while my pink and silver toys glistened in the bright lights. The number of trays I had stacked up by now was quite high, indicating just how many people had come past while I was being exposed.

Whilst some looked at me in disgust, there were a few knowing smiles and eyes that searched me for more than a cursory glance. I wondered how many of them were delighted in witnessing my predicament.

Eventually my bag came through with the “all clear, you can now have your things back” and I was passed my affects, re-packing it all under continued scrutiny of the public. My face had regained its colour. There is a point in public humiliation where you just accept it, and try to normalise it. I packed up my lace underwear, skirts and toys like I had every right to them, and went to the lounge for s stiff drink before my flight.

On board I was sitting in a two-seat exit row, which I was delighted with but also skeptical. Policy dictates that there are two persons in the exit row, and as expected before long another person is placed in the seat next to me. He sits down, and gets comfortable. He is about 6”2’, with blonde-brown surfer style hair, a short beard and pants and T shirt. His toned and tanned arms suggest a life outdoors, the veins running down his arms demonstrating a healthy lifestyle. ‘fuck he’s hot’, I thought to myself as he sat down next to me. His eyes quickly closed as he drifted off to sleep as the plane taxied out to the runway.

I spent a lot of time admiring his body through my peripheral vision.. the way his light blonde arm hairs swayed in the breeze of the air-conditioning, his evenly tanned skin and the many veins that ran up and down his forearms. His arms were casually crossed with hands dangling between his thighs. It was easy to imagine those same hands holding my head between his thighs!! His T-shirt was tight enough to see the vague outline of abdominal muscle as it gently raised and lowered with his breathing. The heat between my legs cause me to squirm slightly.

‘I would immediately drop to my knees for this guy without question’ I thought to myself.. that thought striking me hard as I don’t usually get that overt in my lusting for guys. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy playing with them but it is rare that I find someone that makes me feel this way. My imagination ran riot, and the images running through my head just made me feel even hotter for this guy. I decided to write a story about it, and my filthy ideas effortlessly poured out onto my laptop.

I had forgotten to keep watching him as I wrote, losing myself in the writing and the thoughts. A movement to my left finally caught my attention and I noticed he was awake.. and looking over at my laptop. ‘Oh fuck!!’ I thought to myself, realising he was probably reading what I had written about him, and him easily realising what it was about. Our eyes met, and I gave him a quick nervous smile but immediately dropped my gaze. He didn’t though, I could feel him still watching me.

“Hey..” he whispered in my ear, as one of his large hands rested on my thigh, “why don’t you go to the toilet, lock it for one minute then unlock it but stay inside?.. I’ll come give you what you are craving if that’s what you’d like to do”. My heart throbbed so loudly I’m sure he could hear it over the noise of the engines, and my lips were suddenly very dry. A million thoughts and responses ran through my head. I was so confused.. morally I was disgusted at what he suggested, but the inner Lucifer was delighted.

I licked then bit my lip as I forced myself to look back up at him. “Ok” I said nervously, my pulse racing and colour rushing to my face. He immediately smiled, probably reassured that his prey hadn’t gone the sexual harassment route and had instead submitted to his will. I couldn’t believe what I just said.. ‘what the actual fuck am I doing' I thought to myself, and I quickly closed the laptop, undid my belt, stood up and walked down the aisle.

I did exactly as he instructed. I was sitting on the closed toilet seat when I unlocked the door. Almost immediately it opened, and he quickly came inside and re-latched the door. In the cramped space we were already very close, and my head was very conveniently at the height of his waist. He smiled down at me, softly cupping my face with one hand, and using the other to run his hand over my hair, almost like he was petting me.

He gently brought my face close to his crotch, the bulge in his pants unmistakable. I could feel its hardness through the fabric of his pants as he pressed my face against him, letting out a slight sigh as another line in the sand was crossed. I breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent and feeling the last of my hesitation disappear as I exhaled. “Undo my pants sweetie, we don’t have long,” he instructed. I complied, my fingers shaking slightly as I undid his belt and pants, releasing his cock as I slid his pants down his thighs.

I looked back up, his perfect cock matching the rest of his perfect body. My saliva glands kicked in. I took the base of his cock in one hand, my fingers and hand enjoying the combination of soft skin covering unmistakable hardness, the heat noticeable. I could feel his hand gently pull me to him, and I gave in, closing my eyes and pressing the head against my cheek, my lips starting to naturally begin kissing his shaft. I let my tongue run over it, tracing his throbbing veins up and down. My lips parted further as the large head ran over them, and into my soft wet mouth. Again I heard him moan, slightly loader this time and my mouth closed around the head of his cock.

I could already taste the precum, the delicious sweet liquid that acted as a natural lubricant. Whilst I had yet to become accustomed to the taste of semen, I find the taste of precum fluid utterly delicious, and its presence helped me relax into my cock sucking role. Hs began thrusting gently into my mouth, holding my head with one hand and bracing himself against the cubicle wall with the other. “fuck that feels amazing.. you’re really good at this,” he moaned out, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

My hands drifted around his body, and up the backs of his strong hamstrings to rest on his ass. I took a breath, and then opened up my throat, pulling him deeper and deeper into me, enjoying the sensation of his cock burying further inside me, my eyes watering as I struggled to accommodate his girth without gagging. He hand gripped my head even tighter, and I nearly had to fight him to pull him out, as I gasped for air, saliva and precum all over my lips and chin. We were both breathing heavily. I looked up at him, holding his cock again with one hand, gently pumping it, while he looked down at me, chest heaving and eyes filled with lust.

“Do you want to bend over for me now, you sexy thing?” he asked shakily.. “uh huh” I nodded dumbly, surprisingly totally at ease with what he was about to do to me. He leaned back against the door, as I stood up and turned around. His hands immediately darted to my hips, running one hand over my ass, feeling me through my jeans, while the other snaked its way round my front, holding my waist just above the belt and lulling me into him. I bent over slightly, feeling his cock against my jeans as I swayed my hips slightly back and forth, teasing him even further. I smiled secretly to myself, delighted with the effect I was having on this specimen of a man.

I fumbled at my belt buckle, eventually releasing it and undoing my fitted jeans. Hooking my thumbs under both my jeans and panties, I pulled them down over my hips and thighs to just above my knees which is as far as I could reach. A lurch in turbulence unbalanced me and I reached forward with both hands to stop me from falling over. It was super convenient for him, as I was unceremoniously bent over further. He didn’t waste the opportunity, placing a hand on my back to keep me down whilst gaining balance himself, and using his own saliva as lubricant on his other hand, fingers exploring between my ass cheeks.

I could feel his fingers running back and forth over my anus a few times, then a finger probed inside me. I moaned in acceptance, and pushed back slightly to indicate my approval. The soft flesh of his cock then replaced his fingers and rested against my ass, then I felt him slide it up and down between my ass cheeks as he dry humped me a few times, before coming to rest at the entrance to my ass again. It was well wet, and began to push inside. There is not a sensation like it, the feeling cursing through my veins and entire body as my body accepted his.

I let out a large sigh as I relaxed into it, allowing it to slowly penetrate me as my bodies defences gave way. It felt incredible, and I was well beyond feeling awkward at my slutty behaviour. I wanted him. I needed him. Now. Feeling my body relax, he began to thrust in and out, very gently but very deliberately. His groans were slightly loader, and intermittently I let out some girlish gasps which only fuelled him on even further.

He picked up tempo, holding my hips and pulling my tight ass onto his rock hard cock, bucking forward with his hips. I matched his thrusts, fucking back with my own primal urgency, my own moans and groans now getting quite loud as I cared less about being heard and more about being taken.

I could feel his energy increasing, and a hand shooting up to cover my mouth as he started fucking me harder and harder. I gasped into his hand, my moans muffled but still loud in a confined space.

“Mmrrfff!! I exclaimed, as the feeling of him exploding deep inside me sent me over my own cliff. “Arrgghh!” he groaned out, shooting wave after wave of hot cum deep into my ass, his cock pulsing inside me and my own anal muscles pulsing in response to my own orgasm.. the electric waves flowing all through my body which was heaving from exhaustion.

He gently fucked me some more, enjoying the post orgasm sensation, and then slowly pulled out, handing me some toilet paper like the gentlemen he appeared to be. I darted it between my legs, catching any excess before it dripped onto my jeans. He stood back, doing up his pants, as I did the same. “You’d better wait another minute before coming out” he breathed heavily, and then left. I relocked the door, finished cleaning myself up and then followed him out.

“You’d better take your seat now, we’re about to commence the descent”, smiled a gorgeous flight attendant as I closed the toilet door behind me “if you can still walk that is” she continued softly, winking at me with mischievous knowledge of what had just occurred. I blushed, but returned to my seat, smiling back at the gorgeous stranger next to me. We never said another word to each other. He never gave me his number or even his name. I took the hint, and accepted that it was a once off as I walked off the plane.

“I hope you enjoyed your flight, and please come again” said the flirtatious flight attendant, the words having a special meaning for me as she once again winked at me with knowing eyes. “Thanks Ashly” I replied, noticing her name plate.. “I hope to do that again one day”, my own cheekiness surprising me as I felt a little sex fluid run down the inside of my thigh.

That was a flight to remember.