As she waited at the airport for her flight to Sydney she stared out the window and reminisced of their last night together. They had been texting throughout the day a passionate erotic story involving sun baking and coconut oil. A smiled beamed across her face. A boarding announcement was made over the loud speaker and she stood up straightened her floaty skirt, picked up her overnight bag and walked out the terminal doors. The setting sun was still warm on her bare shoulders as she walked across the tarmac, she climbed the stairs and looked for her seat. Row 12.
Six, seven, eight... Oh, here it is, the back row. She opened up the overhead hatch and put up her bag.

She clicked on her seatbelt as the turbines hummed. The air hostess welcomed everyone as the pilot turned the plane into position for the runway.
She closed her eyes as the plane increased speed. A rush of adrenaline engulfed her as the plane lifted off the runway.
Her thoughts were tantalising, and stirring a warmth within. The hostess checked on all the passengers, and asked if I needed anything... "A hot guy" flashed across my lips - but instead I said - the air conditioning is a bit cold ,I would really appreciate a blanket. She returned with a blanket and I returned to being devoured on the dining room table. My hand slipped under the blanket and honed in on my tingling slit. I was wet, and my fingers slid over my clit as I bit my lip.
I was in the back row and the afternoon sunlight was disappearing. I breathed deeper as my hungry fingers dipped into my saturated hole. I slid further down into my seat and slowly pumped my fingers in and out. I imagined him being with me fucking on the table. He had finished his dinner and pushed his plate away, stood up and grabbed me by my waist and asked for desert. I quickly undid his belt buckle and unzipped his shorts and they fell to the tiles. He playfully pushed me back onto the table and lifted up my black dress and slid my hips towards his eager cock. He ran his cock along my soaking slit and teased me with it. Then he leant down and devoured my hard clit. Fuck me I yelled.
He pushed his cock into my begging hole and pounded me with it. He rocked back and forth as his fingers flicked my clit. I clenched my hole around his cock simultaneously in rhythm to his rocking. My body was shuddering as he brought me closer to climax. His fingers were circling my clit and my legs were wrapped around his waist. He was breathing heavier and moaning with delight. Fuck, I yelled again as he fucked me harder and faster. I'm going to cum, so am I he said.
I arched my back off the airplane seat as my fingers finished pounding me.
The pilot announced “we were about to land in Sydney so please return to an upright position“. I smirked. straightened my skirt and put my self together.
We landed and departed the plane.
I walked out from the tunnel towards my hot guy. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close and whispered in my ear - I'm starving, can I nibble on you first...