My Flight to paradise. My Heaven on Earth.

pkmoonman

Here's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

My Flight to Paradise. My heaven on earth!

It’s Friday afternoon, 3pm as a matter of fact. It’s been a very long and tiring week. I’ve just spent a week in hell. Actually, it was a week in Dallas, Texas. Same difference. I’m sitting in the airport, past security and near the boarding gate. I’m just hammered from the business trip. I’m kicking back and people watching. Well, really I’m watching a few of the young hot women also waiting to go home. It’s quiet this week, not many people waiting for this flight. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to stretch out on the way home. Maybe I’ll get both seats to myself. Maybe this flight will be better than most.
It’s 3:30 pm exactly. We’re boarding and I’m close to the front of the line. To the back of the plane I go. After stowing my briefcase in the compartment above, I settle down in my seat. There are only two seats on each side. I take the isle seat, hoping nobody will take the seat next to me. After a few minutes I spot a young women coming down the isle. Oh my god…..a goddess in spiked heels. She has beautiful long, blond hair, breasts that seem to have a life of their own. All curves and legs so long, she seems to be just tits and legs! Already I could feel my cock hardening. Swelling and stretching the fabric of my own panties. I’ve worn women’s panties for years and the soft satin panties I choose this morning are multiplying the sensations I’m feeling, from my ass to the tip of my quickly growing cock. Well, maybe this flight will be better than most.
She’s wearing a form fitting white blouse, partially open with just a peak of a white lacey bra peeking out. Her black skirt is so short and tight that my imagination is having little trouble filling in the gaps between her luscious, ample breasts and those long, shapely legs! My own panties are beginning to feel wet from my own pre-cum. I’m praying to the panty gods that her panties are as soft and wet as mine. My life would be complete and I could die a happy man if I could just see her panties, feel them, smell them, rub my face into her panties and taste her cum on them. It’s almost too much. My cock is swollen and just aching to explode.
My daydream is interrupted as she stops right next to me, turns away and reaches up to open the overhead compartment. I’m dumbstruck as her skirt rides up and I catch the slightest glimpse of her panties. Red, glossy! Could it be, could she also be wearing satin? Her panty line is so obvious, it’s clear she’s wearing bikini panties that fit like they’re painted on. She has an amazing ass. Round and firm with that perfect arch in the small of her back. I can just see her lying on her back thrusting her hips up, just begging to have my hard cock hammering in and out of her warm, wet, dripping, pussy. I’m imagining her warm pussy juices mixing with my cum, making a cocktail of white cream. My god it’s hot here in Dallas, and this isn’t helping at all. Sweat is dripping down my chest and my cock feels like it swimming in sweat and my own clear lube. Maybe this flight is going to be better than any flight I’ve ever taken. One can only hope and pray.
Again my daydream is shattered, as she turns to face me. She touches my shoulder, shivers run from her touch down to the pulsing head of my cock. I’m sure she can’t help but notice the bulge in my paints. It feels like it’s going to burst through my zipper and explode, spewing my cum on the seat in front of me. Now that would be a waste. With a knowing smile, she leans close, and says, “That seat looks like it needs warming up. It’s next to the window, maybe I’ll be able to catch sight of some of those huge, erect buildings I saw downtown.” Well, I guess that answers my question. She noticed……
Within a few short moments, we’re airborne. I’m already in heaven, could it get any better? I introduce myself, explaining that I’m just coming home from a business trip. I’m a district manager for a large chain of women’s lingerie stores. My dream job. I get to mix business with pleasure. She smiles and her breathing seems to get deeper and faster. Is it just my imagination? Leaning closer, I smile and ask if she likes sexy, soft panties. I tell her I’m an expert judge of women and their lingerie of choice. There’s no doubt now, she’s breathing faster, and maybe squirming just a little. I imagine her red panties beginning to soak through with her warm juices. Maybe she’s feeling the same tingling sensation in her pussy that my cock feels. She purrs back, “I love soft, sexy panties. Panties that cling tight to me and rub me in all the right places.” Her hand brushes across my leg. “Maybe, I should meet with you later about a job. I’d love to be able to buy all the panties and lingerie my little heart desires. That truly would be a dream job.” It’s very obvious now, she’s squirming and rubbing her legs together. She is hot! Her pussy has to be wet. There’s no way her panties could be dry. Leaning in close, she places her hand gently on my thigh, her hand trembles slightly, moving her fingers up and down my thigh. There’s no mistaking her intentions now. Again she purrs, “I work for an organization called, Fulfill a Wish . We’re an organization dedicated to fulfilling the wishes of tired businessmen! Do you have any wishes I can fulfill for you?” Without waiting for me to answer, her hand moves up to the bulge of my hard cock still staining to rip through my pants. She deftly strokes my pulsing member. It’s clear she’s done this before. Her breathing is deep now, her breasts are heaving up and down with each breath. Her other hand is now up her skirt and rubbing her pussy though her panties. They are clearly visible now, red, shiny, and wet. Very wet. She’s pulled her skirt up enough to expose almost all of her panties to me. Oh heaven on earth. Not in my wildest wet dream could this have been better. With a trained hand she opens my zipper and unbuttons my pants. My hard cock bulges against my own wet panties. She gives a muffled gasp as her hand wraps around my pulsing cock, the soft satin of my panties wet with my own juices. “Oh yes! Those panties are so hot on you. You’re so wet. Don’t cum yet”, she whispers. Her hand is stoking her pussy with renewed zest and intensity. Her panties are wedged between her pussy lips and just glistening with her wetness. Suddenly, she stiffens and arches back in her seat, loudly moaning and shaking; her breath a sharp intake of air now filled with the scent of her pussy juices, cum and sweat. It’s all I can do to keep quiet in the back of this flight to heaven! To not yell out in ecstatic, waves of pleasure. She soon relaxes, and slowly releases me long enough to remove her panties. Her musky odor still fills the air. Her scent causing me to stiffen more if that’s possible. My cock feels like it can’t remain within my own panties. I’m close to exploding. She takes her red panties, now soaked in her juices, sweat and cum and wraps them around my panty covered cock. With a firm grip she begins to massage my hot, pulsing cock. Slowly at first, then quicker, and with a twisting motion that intensifies the feeling of both our panties wrapped tightly around me. It feels like all the satin in the world is wrapped around my throbbing member. She is intent on making me cum, here and now. There’s no holding back now. No way can I keep from cumming in these panties, being stroked so expertly by this angel on my flight to heaven. This is paradise, heaven on earth. In the next heartbeat my cock explodes in a torrent of cum. Hot, slippery, pulsing out in strong jets of white cream. Our panties joined in sexual, sensual bliss. Both now soaked in our combined cum. Watching my cum soak through our panties and seeing her hand wet with our juices is a sight I’ll remember for the rest of my days.
Both of us are breathing heavily now. The seat beneath her sweet, round ass soaked with her cum and sweat. Her skirt also wet. The air around us is thick with the smell of sex. At this point I couldn’t care less who may have seen us, back here in our little slice of heaven. She leaves her panties wrapped around my now softening cock and zips up my pants. Leaving them for me as a reminder of her gift to a tired businessman returning home. The feeling of our panties, so warm and wet, is amazing! I think I’ll keep these panties around for a long time. A reminder of my flight to paradise. I’m sure the memory of this encounter will pop into my mind anytime I see red satin panties. My job working around lingerie will never be the same. I’m already looking forward to wearing her cum-stained panties myself. The sooner, the better! So, this flight was indeed, better than most. And that my friends is my story, and I’m sticking with it.

pkmoonman

OK, so this was my first ever story. Any comments to improve? Was it just right in length, or too long? Hot enough or needs more spice? Wankable? Thanks for the input! paul

Rescue

Very nice story indeed, althought lengthy, it was well worth the read... and definently wankable.

rookie

Great start,i can see this going on and on

pkmoonman

Is that a sequel is smell....maybe just sweat, pussy juices & cum still wafting up from those panties.....hmmm Rolling Eyes