Fiction - A Panty Fantasy That I Wrote for a Friend

pntypeeker

Following is a story that I wrote for a girlfriend once. It was an attempt to get across my desires without coming out and saying I want you to leave your panties on during sex. It failed, but I still like the story! I have since leearned to be far more upfront about my desires!

Sorry for the length, but I hope someone gets something out of it!

FLIGHT TIME

YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re in an airport sitting in the lounge area waiting for the departure of your flight. Sitting across from you is a nice looking man. Next to you is a family traveling on vacation. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re attention goes back to the steamy sex scene in the pulp novel you are reading in which a couple is about to do it in an airplane restroom.

Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ he lifts her to a sitting position on the sink. Her blouse is open; her bra pulled down under her firm fully exposed breasts. He licks his way down from her chest to her abdomen. With hands in his hair she pushes his head down to where she needs attention most. He pulls her skirt up around her waist and teases her, nibbling at her inner thighs. She finds a foothold on either side of the restroom and leans back as far as she can in the confined space. With one foot propped on the door and the other on the plumbing for the toilet she is splayed wide. She is done with this teasing and pulls his face into her. His hot breath alone sends shock waves through her loins. He pulls her damp panties to the side exposing her womanhood. He slides his tongue along her moist opening. She lets out a groan and pushes her hips forward to his attention. His tongue is encircling her clitoris, then enters herÃ¢â‚¬Â¦

A commotion in the space nearby pulls your attention out of the pages and back to the reality of the airport. The kids next to you are being corralled by their mother to head to the bathroom. You look around. Your vision crosses paths with the man sitting across from you. He smiles briefly and you smile back. You direct your attention back to the lusty pages.

Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ he stands and kisses her full on the mouth. She tastes her own juices on his lips and tongue. She takes hold of his hard member with one hand and leads it to her gaping opening, while she gently simulates herself with the fingers of her other hand. She glides his organ up and down her moist slit, replacing her fingers with its head, rubbing her hardened clitoris with the slick tip. She keeps going. He has his hands braced on the walls and makes no movement for fear for breaking her concentration and forestalling the bliss building in her loins. As the rush approaches she aligns the head of his rigid instrument with her opening and pushes her hips forward, attempting to impale herself, but in the tight space she can only get him partially inside herself. He knows what she needs and drives forward. In one fluid motion he has drilled all eight inches of his manhood into her, hitting home. As the rush envelopes her he begins to pummel her womanhood with his rock hard tool, driving deep inside with each thrust. She is cumming hard and he is not letting up; one rush leading to the next. He grinds into her one last time, groaning, while his throbbing member deposits a load of semen deep inside her. She cums again, pulling him deeper into herself with her hands on his bare buttocks. He collapses against her, his face in the nape of her neck breathing hard, heart pounding. Her opening is full and her appetite satisfiedÃ¢â‚¬Â¦

You close the book, lean back in your chair and close your eyes, a feeling of lust building deep inside. With crossed legs, you squeeze your muscles trying desperately to have what you know you canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t, satisfaction. The shrill loudspeaker pulls you out of your thoughts. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the announcement of the final boarding call for your flight to Paris. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s going to be a long flight!

You stand and straighten out your blouse and skirt, as if this will somehow erase the dampness in your panties. People all around you are gathering their things and heading for the line. The family that next to you is gone. So is the man that was sitting across from you. You think about his smile and it briefly reminds you of your dampness. You pick up your carry-on and head for the line, leaving behind the memory and heading for the eternity of a small seat on a 12 hour flight.

The line is slow, but after shuffling through, you make your way slowly down the aisle of the wide-body while looking for your seat. As you approach the general area where you think your seat is you see the family from the airport sitting across a middle row of seats. You cringe at the prospect of sitting near children for a long-haul flight. However, as you approach, you realize that your seat is on an aisle of a three across row. Sitting in the window seat is the man from the terminal. The middle seat is empty. You sit and introduce yourself. He smiles again and introduces himself as Christophe. He is Parisian and on his way to visit family. You tell him that you are visiting a college girlfriend.

The conversation is interrupted by the preflight safety announcements, flight plan detail and duty-free announcements, after which you settle back for take off. The middle seat remains vacant and you are pleased. At least you will sleep better than most; those who have only their own seat to squirm in during the rest period of the flight.

After take off, the flight attendants bring around the drink cart. You order a white wine and Christophe orders the same. The flight attendant gives each of you two mini-bottles of wine, after which you feel quite relaxed. While Christophe watches a Jerry Lewis movie, you delve back into your sex filled book. The characters arrive in New York and go their separate ways. The hero goes on to chase down some bad guys. Things blow up and lots of bullets are firedÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ you skip ahead, bored by the triteness of the writing. You find it. Something about a meeting in a movie theatre. You skip a little more.

Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ his hand slides to her thigh. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not sure she wants it there, yet she doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have the will to push it away. The surprisingly hardcore nature of the recent scene has gotten her to lower her guard just enough to leave her willing. Maybe heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll pull it away. His hand moves up under her skirt. She feels her own dampness welling up deep inside her loins. Then the hand pushes further still up between her legs. It finds its mark. More out of instinct than thought she opens her legs just a little. His fingers start manipulating her. She canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t believe what she is doing; what she is letting him do. She has never let a stranger touch her in such a way, and yet she feels so hot.

He teases her, running his fingers up and down her crevice through the wispy material of her panties until he feels her dampness coming through. Her legs spread farter, inviting his probing touch. She is now oblivious to the movie, lost in her own wanting feelings. His fingers find their way in leg-band of her panties and slide up and down her opening, moving lubricant along their path. They find the hard nub of her clitoris and begin to work at it. She lifts her feet to the tops of the chairs in front of her and lays her legs out flat to the sides. She is now open wide to his manipulations and he takes full advantage, turning toward her and using both hands. While his first hand works on her clitoris, fingers from his second probe her opening. They began to enter her. First one, then twoÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ three maybe more... she has no clue as she canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see in the darkness She feels full, yet needs more. He works her harder now, bringing her to the edgeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦

The captain comes on the radio talking about the time difference between Paris and Los Angeles, then the flight attendants come by with the drink cart and menus. You get two little bottles of wine. Back in reality, you are more aware than ever of your needs. You are wet and wanting and you need to be full. You donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care if itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s soft sweet lovemaking, or vigorous hard animalistic fucking, you just know that you need to release the built up pressure!

You look over at Christophe. He is still watching Jerry Lewis, smiling. Apart from his taste in movies, you like him, or just want him. You donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even know the difference at this point, but you throw caution to the wind and one fluid motion you move to the empty middle seat and place your hand on his groin.

He is surprised, but you have him firmly in your control. You kiss him long and deep. He moves his hand to your mid-thigh and teases your with wispy passes up to where you need attention, then back. He maneuvers blankets so as to hide the adolescent probing of each otherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s private parts. His hand moves up and stays. His fingers are stabbing at your wetness though your panties, but he is having troubles finding his way due to the confines of the seat. You lift your right foot and tip it into the seat pocket in front of you and lay your right knee flat against the armrest next to you. You then drape your left leg over ChristopheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s legs and tip your foot into the seat pocket in front of him. You are wide open under the blankets and you pray the fumbling will give way to ecstasy. With the newfound access Christophe slides his fingers teasingly up and down your soaked panties, then into them and he begins to expertly probe you. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re not sure how or what he is doing, just that he is doing it! The fingers of his one hand are working in and out of you and rubbing your clit at the same time. You wish you could see what he is doing under the blanket, but before you can act you feel a spasmodic wave building deep inside. Every nerve in your body is becoming electrified as the wave envelopes and overtakes you. You cum hard, burying your face in his shoulder and biting the blanket so as not to give away the secret of your sexual bliss to the entirety of the personage on the plane. You grind away the last of the waves on his hand! He is smiling.

After you recover, you suggest the restroom to him and without waiting for an answer you sneak away to the lav only a few feet away. As the door closes you see him getting up from his seat. After he enters you immediately kiss him hard and deep. You fumble with his belt and zipper and manage to get his pants down. The sight of his hardness has you ready for him to enter you, but you have other plans first. What he did with his hand you are going to do with your mouth. You lean him against the door and sit down on the commode in front of him. With your first movement you take his entire cock into your mouth and throat. He groans. You begin to massage him, in and out of your wanting mouth, taking him deep into your throat again and again. He is going stiff against the wall all signs of ecstasy in his face. He is near the brink. He stops you and pulls you up to his mouth, kissing you hard and deep.

Your his tongues encircling each others, he pulls open your blouse and slides your bra under your breasts. He moves down and alternately sucks your nipples, while rummaging under your skirt; again toying with your dampness. He lifts you to a sitting position on the sink. Your blouse is wide open; your bra down under your fully exposed breasts. He licks his way down your chest to your abdomen; to your groin. He pulls your skirt up around your waist and teases you, nibbling at her inner thighs, sucking and tongueing the crotch of your panties. Again remembering the book, you find a foothold on either side of the restroom and lean back as far as you can against the mirror. You are splayed wide; you pull his face into you. Pulling your panties to the side he exposes your wide open flower. He slides his tongue along your moist opening and encircles your clit. He fucks you with his tongue, sliding it in and out of you, then back up to your clit. You are moaning lightly, aware that there could be passengers outside the door.

You pull him up, kissing him, tasting your own juices on his lips and tongue. As if reliving the book, you take hold of his hard cock with one hand and lead it to your waiting opening. With the other hand you simulate yourself. You glide his rock hard cock up and down your dripping slit, replacing your fingers with its head, sliding up and down your hard clit. As with the hero of your book, he has his hands braced on the walls and makes no movement, letting you bring yourself to the peak of ecstasy - again. You are ready. You need him inside you! With legs wide and panties pulled to the side you slide your hips down and outward toward him. The thick hard head of head of his cock enters you. You push further still, impaling yourself on him. He meets your thrust and in an instant all of him is inside you. He starts with slow rhythmic rocking, but in no time is fucking your needy womb fast and hard. He is getting deeper and deeper in you with each thrust, pleasure and pain mingling into one. You are just one or two thrusts away from cumming again. Staring into each others eyes you both see it coming. In unison, you are both overtaken by the waves. As they roll through you, he drives deep into you one last time, grinding through the waves. Mouths meeting with a hard deep kiss, driving tongues into each other, you feel the spasms of his body and he feels yours. He is depositing his seed deep inside you, your body, literally milking it out of him. At last you are fullÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ satisfiedÃ¢â‚¬Â¦

:-)

kitspur

Great story PantyPeeks-- It had me solidly by the gonads all the way to the end. With all the wonderful images, however, I'm not surprised your girlfriend may have lost sight of your intended goal. I also once tried a rather long love poem, which similarly did nothing to achieve my goal once the literary compliments subsided.

I hope (and assume) you tried a more direct frontal approach with her after the more nuanced attempt failed. Your original goal was a worthwhile one, and deserved a second try.

Thanks for sharing this with us -- it is exceptionally well written.

Kitspur

pantycrazy

Very good story. Enough details to really get the whole image going in my head. It has everything, panties, sex, lust, a build up and a climax. I enjoyed it.

pntypeeker

Thanks to both of you...

Writing it was an enjoyable exercise as it helped me to be a bit more open about what was in my head... Unfortunately it did nothing for the relationship at the time. Nor did it save me from the frustration I often experience with my SO. Oh well - I made some dumb choices and live with them!!!

-P-

PantyCollector · Panty "PLATINUM" Joined: Nov 08, 2005 Posts: 215

If it failed, what happened with your relationship with this girl?