Airplane travel always makes me horny.  I suppose it’s the motion, or maybe it’s just the fact that there are lots of women around and some of them are bound to dress provocatively.  Or maybe it’s the subconscious memory of an incredible experience I once had on a plane.  Anyway, these days I always make sure I start every flight by ensuring that everyone on board knows what is expected of them.  The preflight announcements generally go something like this:

 

“…Please bring your seatbacks and tray tables to their upright and locked positions for takeoff.  Once we reach our cruising altitude and the captain has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign, Martin will make his selections and those of us who are chosen will attend to his needs.  Then we will come through the cabin to serve you beverages and cocktails….”

 

I usually choose one of the flight attendants and several of the female passengers to attend to me.  Blow jobs are my preferred mode of sexual gratification on plane flights, since the seats (even those in first class) make pretty much anything else uncomfortable.  Once we land, I always make sure to scrub everybody’s memories.

 

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This all started when my parents took me to Paris at the end of the summer before my senior year in high school.  My dad had won a free week at the Hôtel Intercontinental at Place de la Concorde in some sort of raffle, and my mom thought it was a grand way to supplement the French I was learning in school.  My brother was already off to college, so it was just the three of us. 

 

At the airport, I caught sight of a young woman sitting in the waiting area across the walkway from me.  She was very pretty, with an innocent face, brunette hair tied back in a braid, and a very mature chest.  She was wearing a pale green tank top under a loose fitting blouse buttoned below the bust line, which tended to accentuate her curves.  They looked like rather large curves, too.  She was talking animatedly on her cell phone the whole time I watched her, and she kept leaning down and rummaging through her carry-on bags for something.  I had some trouble getting a good view of her pendant breasts though, until I made the man blocking my sight line get up and look out the window.

 

Once we boarded the plane I found her again, several rows in front of me by the opposite window.  But now I could see little more than the back of her head.  She was still talking on her cell phone.  I tried to distract myself with the airline magazine, the crossword puzzle, the audio entertainment, but it was hard not to think about those large, soft-looking breasts.  I decided to try to sleep.

 

That was the worst thing I could have done.  Covering myself with a blanket and closing my eyes, my hand immediately strayed to my crotch and began massaging.  My cock hardened as I imagined it was her hand gently stroking me.  My imagination was less inhibited than reality, too.  In my mind’s eye, she was not wearing any top at all, and her breasts were making glancing contact with the top of my dick as she stroked.

 

I almost came, but not quite.  I knew I had to turn this dream into the real thing.  Sitting up, I commanded the entire plane to ignore my activities, and hers.  If she or I were to do anything unusual, nobody would think anything of it.  To be extra sure, I repeated the command directly to my parents, who shared the row behind me.  Then I gave specific instructions.  To the person in the aisle seat next to her, Get up and go to the bathroom.  Don’t come back for an hour.  To the person seated in the aisle seat next to me, When she comes here and asks, you will graciously give up your seat for her.  Then, to the object of my affection, You have been selected to pleasure me today.  You are very happy and proud, and will do all you can to please me.  Come to me now.

 

The woman’s neighbor obediently got up and walked to the back of the plane, and then my new friend turned to look at me.  On her face was an enthusiastic smile which made my heart leap.  She squeezed into the aisle, walked back to my row and said to my own neighbor, “Hi, I’ve been chosen to attend to Martin over here.  May I have this seat?”

 

“Of course, young lady,” was the reply.  “Congratulations on your selection!”  My neighbor stood up and joined his counterpart in the back of the plane, and the girl sat down next to me, looking at me with adoring eyes.

 

“What’s your name?” I asked.

 

“My name is Gretchen.”

 

I frowned.  She didn’t look like a Gretchen at all.  Gretchens are craggy and hard.  “Gretchen, from now on your name will be Amy.”

 

“Oh, thank you!”  She grinned from ear to ear, as if I had given her a priceless diamond.  Then her face turned suggestive, and her hand settled in my crotch.  “You know,” she said, “I have a lot of experience with this sort of thing.  My husband just loves me to go down on him.  May I get started now, please?”

 

“Absolutely,” I nodded.  “Since you’re so capable, why don’t you tell me what to do?”

 

“Ok.  First, kiss me.”  As we talked she had moved closer to me, especially her face, which was almost touching mine by this point.  I closed the remaining 2-inch gap while she put one arm around me.  She kissed me passionately, as if it were something she’d been waiting to do all her life.  At the same time, her other hand in my crotch began to rub and squeeze my re-hardening dick.

 

After a few minutes, during which my level of desire climbed to amazing heights, Amy gently pulled her mouth away.  “Time to let Johnny out now.”  She opened my belt and unzipped my fly, and then reached through my underwear to pull out my very hard cock.  It was so big, she actually had to tear my shorts to get it out!

 

When she saw what I had she let out a squeal of delight.  Now, I had always figured my cock was good size, but never anything unusual.  But after Amy’s reaction I looked again at myself with new pride.  Yes, it was rather large.  Surprisingly long, and very thick, hard and pulsating.  Amy emphasized the point by wrapping her fingers around it and showing me that they didn’t even make it all the way around!  Rubbing my cock now with one hand, she sat up and looked around the plane, beaming as if all the passengers were cheering and congratulating her.  For my part, I was feeling pretty smug as well as I watched the rows of passengers quietly reading or listening to music, while I enjoyed the ministrations of a beautiful girl toying with my aroused member.

 

Then she leaned down and placed her lips around me, taking all of the top third into her mouth.  Wow, that felt fantastic!  But she wouldn’t let me enjoy it.  Disengaging, she began removing her blouse and tank top, exposing a pair of wonderfully full and soft breasts with already hard nipples.  Her eyes were still on my dick, though, as she said, “A man like you needs tits like mine.   Put your hands here and feel me now.”

 

I did as I was told, and for the first time in my life experienced the wonder of mature, full breasts.  They were exquisitely soft and sensual, warm and heavy.  Amy’s hand remained on my wound up cock as I handled and manipulated her boobs, first with my hands, then with my lips, tongue and mouth.  I completely lost myself in the process, until she finally pushed me gently away and said, “Ok, we’re ready to take care of Johnny now.”

 

She scooted backwards again and leaned down, positioning her lips right above my member.  Then her tongue flicked out and touched me, shocking me with its quickness and length.  Then she stuck it out even further, reaching down to the base of my dick-head, and rotating all around it!  Stopping for a second, she looked at me and grinned, “See, you picked the right girl.”  Without waiting for an answer, her tongue returned to my engorged penis, now spinning all around its head, then licking its underside from base to tip, then covering the whole thing with adoring baby kisses.

 

I was aching for more when Amy finally took me into her mouth again.  She started with the tip only, sucking sharply and flicking me again with her amazing tongue.  Then she turned gentle again and pulled me gradually deeper and deeper, until she had taken way more than she had before.  Not only her lips, but now also her throat caressed my dick.  If I had had any presence of mind left I would have been surprised that she could take me so deep without choking, but I didn’t – I was too far gone.

 

The sensation was absolutely astounding.  My first blow-job with a well-built, mature woman, on an airplane, and it went on and on and on.  I don’t know how she did it, but whenever I approached climax, Amy managed to prolong the feeling until it was almost unbearable, then backed off just enough so that I was no longer at risk of losing it.  This she repeated over and over again, giving me wave after wave of intense pleasure, until I finally reached the point of desperation.  An unconscious groan began in my throat and rose higher and louder as Amy sucked deeper and harder than ever before.  She brought me just to the brink of orgasm, held me there for an unendurable few seconds, and then, at long last, let me cum!

 

I’m sure I screamed then at the top of my lungs, as Amy swallowed my entire load, then proceeded to lovingly lick its remnants off my painful penis.  She continued to lick my spent member while I settled back, exhausted, and finally slept.

 

The flight was nearly over when I awoke to the pilot’s thanks for choosing his airline.  Amy was still sitting next to me, reading a magazine, still topless, still absentmindedly toying with my cock.  She smiled at me and put the magazine away when I sat up.  “Thanks, Amy, that was really marvelous.”

 

She was genuinely happy to receive my approval.  She almost cried.  “Oh, was it, Marty?  Oh, I wanted so much to please you!  I wanted to give you the best blow job you’ve ever had!”

 

“You certainly did that.  I’ll never forget it.  Now you need to get dressed again and return to your seat.”

 

Amy did so, again beaming to imagined applause.  Silently I added, Come to the Hôtel Intercontinental tomorrow night.