I Talked Her Into It

The other day I was flying home from Europe. It had been a long successful trip but I was ready to stop living out of my suitcase. The woman next to me on the airplane was pleasant and we struck up a nice conversation during the flight. Since we were in first class, no one else shared our row allowing our conversation to slowly progress from the benign to the more intimate. She was also from the west coast, originally living in Los Angeles but now stationed in London. I learned that she was also flying for business but her trip was just beginning.

She was in the entertainment field. A sales executive for a big name media conglomerate. While the work was fulfilling it left little time for personal relationships, something her previous fiance decided was more than he could handle. As the conversation and drinks kept flowing I noticed she became ever so slightly more physical with me. Placing her hand on mine when she laughed. Leaning forward slightly more than necessary to show her interest in my stories. Allowing her skirt to slide up a little beyond accidental. She was always dignified but it was obvious our conversation had sparked more than a casual passing chat.

Without pushing myself on her, I reciprocated her gestures. I allowed my foot to occasionally brush her foot. When she put her hand on mine I rested my hand on hers in return. I allowed my gaze to move to her ample chest just long enough for her to notice. I knew where I wanted this encounter to go and I felt confident she wanted the same. As the flight went on, the cabin lights were dimmed and the captain announced that a movie would be played in the main cabin. Taking that as my cue I leaned over to her and softly said "I'd am really enjoying your company. I know this is forward but would allow me to make love to you before we land?"

The look on her face told me two things. One, she was not accustom to men asking politely but bluntly to fuck her. And two, she was indeed interested in my proposal. With a slight smile, she excused herself. When she returned from the restroom she handed me something in the dark. It was her underwear. Her bra was still warm from just being removed and her panties were warm and wonderfully moist. The smell of her aroused pussy filled the air around our seat. Having released her breasts from their restraints her blouse was left open and I could now easily make out her beautiful golden brown nipples.

What was once a mid-thigh skirt was not very much a mini-skirt. Since I was holding her underwear in my hands I knew there was very little between me and a very willing pussy. With the lights off in the cabin and several carefully placed blankets, she proceeded to undo my pants and masterfully work my cock. I was struggling to remain quiet until I was about to cum. Looking at her I said, "I'm almost done..." before I could say another work, she leaned forward like she was collecting her bag from under the seat. Then quickly turned, put her head under the blanket and proceeded to suck my off until every last drop was gone.

I was shocked and very pleased. She was a real pro and it left me wondering what she could have done if we had not been confined to airplane seats. Licking her lips and smiling she said, "Thank you, that was wonderful." To which I replied, "Is it my turn now?" She nodded and proceeded to pull her skirt fully up around her waist exposing a perfectly shaved pussy. Twisting her body toward me and adjusting the blankets, she took my hand and placed it in her crotch.

I am no novice to the handling of a woman's pussy. I took my time. Enjoying each layer and fold of her beautiful vagina. Pressing my hand gently against the entire mound. Tracing my fingers around the outer lips. Teasingly pressing my fingertip in and out of the now very wet pussy. Within about 10 minutes she was visibly trying to contain herself. After 15 minutes she was cuming rhythmically as my hand milked every last ounce of pleasure I could from her beautiful body.

Her blouse had fallen open by this point and her large right breast was fully exposed. I continued for another 5 minutes until she could not take it any longer and pushed my hand away. My fingers were dripping with her cum. Taking her panties and wiping my hands with them I asked her if I could keep them. smiling she said yes and offered to put them back on for the rest of the trip to keep them moist. I agreed and pulling down her skirt, she made her way back to the restroom.

Returning she looked a little confused. She told me she had never done anything like that before and honestly couldn't understand why she had done it now. I smiled and said I was very happy she had decided to follow her desires. No sooner had I said those words than she gave me an odd look and said "I'm sorry. I really am very sleepy. Would you excuse me while I take a nap for the rest of the flight?" I nodded and she curled up in the same cum-soaked blankets we had been using only moments before to conceal our lustful activities.

Smiling to myself I opened my briefcase and pulled out my lasted book. It was an advanced study on the effectiveness of Neuro-Linguistic Programing. It is fascinating how powerful carefully planted ideas and subtly shaped conversation are on the subconscious mind. Of course, I didn't need a book to tell me that. I had just experienced the most compelling evidence of it's success anyone could ask for. I can't wait for my next long flight.