One For Her : Virgin on the mile high club !

Virgin on the mile high club!

I cleared passport control and went through the slow process of having my hand luggage checked before walking into the hustle and bustle of the Heathrow airport departure lounge. I stood there for a second, looking around at the multitude of shops and rest aurant’ s through the swarm of busy people as they passed the time while waiting for there flights to be called. Not one for shopping, and not at all hungry, the obvious choice for me was the nearest bar! I saw a well lit pub sign in the distance and began to make my way towards it, dodging the holidaymakers and business people as they walked in every possible direction around me. I reached the bar at the top of the stairs, unscathed after my 100 metre walk avoiding people, trollies, airport vehicles and excited small children!

As soon as I entered the bar, I saw you standing there looking at the drinks list on the wall at the end of the bar. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you as you stood there in your black dress suit, jacket, white blouse and knee length skirt with patent black stilettos . I automatically moved closer, to have a better look, trying not to be too obvious to you or anyone else! As I did so, you ordered your glass of wine and waited for it to be served. I looked around and saw lots of empty seats, meaning that I had to take my chance now, before you went and sat at a table. The thought came into my head that you was probably with someone anyway, but I had nothing to lose and just had to at least hear your voice!

I quickly shuffled through the small crowd standing at the bar and stood directly next to you, realizing now how stunning you actually was. Our eyes met for the first time, causing a smile from both of us, making my stomach flip ever so gently inside. Unbeknown to me, you had the same feeling, and your head began to rush with questions, would I talk to you…what would you say…would you embarrass yourself…..would I embarrass myself?

I simply said “hi, going anywhere nice?” ……. GOING ANYWHERE NICE? The most predictable airport departure lounge bar chat up line in the world!

“New York” you replied. “just for a few days on business” you added.

” Same here” I replied, meaning that I was traveling on business, but I gave no more away. We stood at the bar and exchanged small talk for a few minutes before you looked up at the departure board and suddenly realized that your flight was boarding.

“I have to go,” you said, ” I still have a few things to get in the shop and I’ m on that Virgin flight to New York”

You desperately wanted to stay at the bar to get to know me more, and you were feeling annoyed that our meeting came too late, but you had no choice.

“ok” I replied… lovely to meet you, have a great flight”

As the words came out, I was desperately trying to think of how to meet you again. Offer to walk you to the shop and onto your boarding gate?, Ask for your number? Give you mine? But as normal with me, in that time I was trying to decide, the moment had passed and you had dissapeared into the crowds leaving me with just a lovely image of you in your business suit and the reminants of your gorgous perfume. I started thinking again…. but this time it had to be quick… …… and probably very expensive!

I made it in the nick of time, my heart beating like crazy not only because of what I had just done, but also because of the 3oo metre dash from the Virgin ticket desk to the boarding gate, getting there just as they began to close the door. The stewardess checked my ticket before I walked into the rear cabin of the plane, eagerly looking out for you. I counted down the seat numbers as I walked down the ai sl e , with my seat getting closer and my eyes scanning all around for you, but you were no where to be seen. I sat in my seat and tightened my seatbelt, still looking around and over my shoulder in case I had missed you. It was a big plane, a jumbo jet, and I had only walked under halfway along, so I knew you were out there some where, and I would find you soon!

The plane seemed to taxi from the terminal and line up for take off in slow motion. I was desperate to get airborne, get this seat belt off and come to find you, but it seemed to take longer than the 8 hr flight itself! I sat staring out of the window as we rose steeply over the spectacular London skyline, gently banking left, on route to America. What was I doing ? My heart skipped a beat again, not for the first time today as the reali z ation what I had just done hit home. What if you was actually with someone? What if you wasn’t even on this flight? Suddenly I was shaken out of all my concerns by the seat belt sign being turned off, and the clicking of all the seat belts being undone around me as people got up to move or go to the toilet.

I jumped up and started to move slowly along the cabin, looking around for you ,scanning every seat . Suddenly I saw you on the other aisle and once again, as in the bar, our eyes met at the same time, causing another big smile. You waved as you mouthed “hello again” to me across the centre row of seats. For some reason, my first reaction was to tell you that I was going to the toilet! I obviously wasn’t, and even if I was, did you really need me giving you that information. That’s really smooth you idiot, I thought to myself. But I had committed myself now and carried on walking to the nearest toilet. I locked the door and tried to make myself presentable in the mirror. You watched the toilet door, willing me to come out and walk up the aisle where you was sitting. you needn’ t have worried, nothing would have stopped me coming that way and talking to you again. You watched as I walked towards you, and stopped next to your seat.

“I didn’t know you were on my flight” you said.

” I didn’t realize myself” I answered.

I felt a nudge in my side and look round to see the stewardess pushing the drinks trolley and trying to get past. It was heaven sent !

“Fancy a drink”? I asked you . You couldn’t say yes quick enough, so I ordered some wine and stood in the aisl e next to your seat as you sat there. We got on like a house on fire, and next thing I know, we was on our 3rd drink each and I was sitting on the floor of the aisle! I was having to move every few moments as people walked past and kids climbed over me! But it did have its advantages as from where I was sitting, I had a lovely view of your fantastic legs as your skirt had risen just above your knee. I had also taken a very keen interest in the way that you kept slipping your high heel off and dangling it from your toes. You had no idea what that was doing to me! I could see in fine detail the ultra sheer nylons you was wearing, a golden tan colour , that made your legs, and especially your feet seem so silky smooth and inviting to touch. I just longed to take hold of your foot and run my fingers so gently up along your leg, feeling the texture of the material, and the shape of your gorgeous legs.

We carried on chatting, and flirting, and was only about an hour into the flight, but we had already made the most of the compliment a ry drinks, and the wine had made me feel a lot more comfortable, and brave! I couldn’t hold back anymore, your smooth legs just begging to be touched, even for a second; I couldn’t resist. I waited for the next passenger to walk past me, and as they did, I leaned forward and “accidently” nudged your shin gently with my hand, and pushed your high heel off. Just for that split second, I felt an amazing sensation run from my fingertips throughout my body as they made contact with your legs . You laughed as I apologised and you went to bend down to pick your high heel up. Being a gentleman, it was the least I could do to stop you and offer to do it myself! You sat back with your wine and took a sip as I picked up your shiny black stiletto and offered it to your foot. You pointed your toes downwards, and I admired your perfect red painted toenails encased in the slightly darker part of your nylons covering your toes. I took hold of your silky smooth foot with my right hand while VERY slowly slipping your heel back on with my other. My fingers lingered over your foot as I ran my fingers up to your ankle, foll o wed by your stiletto as it slipped back on. It was obvious from your smile on your face that you liked that, and I was just about to ask if you did, when you said ” I bet you give a good foot rub?”

My mouth went dry at the prospect of doing that to you, as I replied ” of course.. .. . just let me know when?” You smiled and told me that you hoped it would be soon.

It was now a few hours into the flight and as much as I was enjoying the company, and the view from the floor, I needed to sit down. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound I thought to myself. So I told you that I was just going to the galley to get some more drinks. You sat back and started reading the in flight magazine as I disappeared down the plane. 10 minutes later, I was back, standing next to you, minus any drinks, but my hand out stretched, beckoning you to come with me. You picked up your handbag and took my hand, not letting go as I led you along the aisle of this massive Virgin Atlantic jumbo jet. We went through a curtain near the front where a stewardess was waiting. “This way sir, madam” she said. We followed her up the carpeted spiral staircase and into another world. We both looked around the large area, with individual compartments, each housing a large flat reclining chair, guest chair, TV and a mini bar!

“This one ok sir?” The stewardess asked, as she pointed to the nearest compartment. We were in upper class, where there were only a handfull of people, and the majority of those were sleeping. I told you to sit in the big leather chair as I sat on the guest chair opposite. The guest chair was even better than the chairs in economy, but yours was unbelievable. You pressed the recline button and I watched as you slowly went backwards as the chair turned into a bed! My upper class experience got even better, as you laid back and just for a second, gave me a lovely view of your stocking tops, and black panties. At that moment, the stewardess returned and placed a bottle of champagne and two glasses on the table. “Enjoy the flight” she said as she walked away. I intend to, I thought to myself!

You inclined your chair as I poured the champagne and passed the glass to you. We chinked glasses as you leaned forward, and gave me a peck on my cheek. I put my hand on the top of your back, to pull you closer for a hug, and I felt the spark between us. Your cheek against mine, I could smell your perfume, and your lovely smelling hair. It just happened so naturally, as we both leaned into each other, our lips getting closer, then suddenly, I felt your soft lips on mine, opening, and your wet tongue entwining with mine. Within seconds, our gentle flirting had gone to alcohol fuelled passion as we put the glasses down and kissed like never before. Suddenly I broke out of that little bit of heaven, remembering where we were as I looked around, half expecting to see lots of busines s men men and women shaking their heads in disgust, but no one had noticed. I looked back at you as you sipped your champagne, and you looked down at your leg, where my hand was resting. I had pushed your skirt up and my hand was on your stocking top, exposing your silky thigh to everyone, but you didn’t care, so much, that you slowly guided my finger upwards…higher…and onto your silky satin panties. I could feel the wetness through them, as I took over and gently explored with my finger. A stewardess walked past, but we carried on chatting as normal and sat sipping our drinks. But unbeknown to the stewardess, my finger had wiggled inside your panties as was tracing the outline of your wet pussy. As she walked past, you smiled at her, but then immediately let out a short gasp as you felt my finger ease deep inside you.

We kissed passionately as you squirmed on my finger inside you, rubbing your clit on my other finger, and pulling me towards you. I felt your hand on my knee, slowly run up the inside of my thigh and onto my crotch. You could feel my hard on through my trousers as you explored up and down. So this is the upper class experience I thought!!!

We had finished our champagne, and over your shoulder, I noticed the bar! It was small with about 10 bar stools around it and a well dressed couple sitting at one end. I took your hand and led you to the bar where we sat at the end of the bar on the end two stools. “champagne please” I asked the barman. The other couple were on the other end of the bar and engaged us in conversation. You began telling them about your business trip as I listened and sipped my champagne. As you we re talking to the couple, you noticed me drop my beer mat and bend down to get it. I disappeared from everyone’s view as I knelt down next to your legs. As you carried on chatting, I slipped your high heel off, and ran my tongue from the underside of your toes, along your sole of your foot and up the back of your leg. You tried hard to carry on chatting as normal as I re appeared in view with the beer mat in my hand. My other hand had carried on where my tongue left off, and was tracing its way up the back of your leg, and under your skirt. I looked behind us, but no one could see, unless they walked through the curtain from the galley, so I continued running my fingers up your skirt. You stepped off your stool, and leant on the bar, still in full flow conversation with the other couple and barman. As you did so, you stood there and offered your lovely pert bottom towards me. My hand up your skirt, sliding over your stocking tops and onto your smooth sensitive skin. You listened to the barman talk about something or another, as you feel my fingers pull your panties aside and slip easily deep inside your wet pussy. You ease your legs apart, and gently grind yourself on the 2 fingers which were now inside you. Your trying to concentrate on the conversation but enjoying the danger of what’s being done to you and being caught. Suddenly you feel my thumb against your ass hole, exploring, wet from your pussy juices. I held my thumb against your ass hole and waited for you. You knew what I wanted, and as the other lady was talking to you, you pushed back hard on my thumb, feeling it slip gently up your ass! The feeling was amazing, and the scenario was unreal. You were in upper class, sipping champagne, with a complete strangers fingers and thumb in your pussy and up your ass…at the same time!!! …..AND while your having a 3 way conversation with a barman and another couple!

You push back, and enjoy the feeling of both your holes being explored and you reach out and rub my solid hard cock through my trousers. The other couple retire back to their seats, as you sit back on your stool. I take my wet fingers from under your skirt, and as you lean over and kiss me, I put my fingers in my mouth, sucking hard and tasting your pussy and ass! Your tongue joins my fingers in my mouth as we touch each other, losing control. I stand up, take your hand and lead you through the curtain and into the toilet. Locking the door behind us, we squeeze into the compact room as I push you up against the wall, kissing you hard and running my fingers all over your amazing body. I feel your soft breasts through your lacy bra, car essing your nipples, before pulling your bra down and sucking them. My hands up your skirt, squeezing your lovely bum, and then running up your waist, pulling you closer and holding you against the wall. You release my cock and feel it in your hand, so hard, so ready. Your going down, onto your knees, slowly, teasing, rubbing me, then licking my shaft, before taking it fully in your mouth. Im in heaven, back against the wall, looking down at you with my cock in your mouth, as you expertly suck and lick just as I love it. Its so good, you looking up at me, sucking, spitting on my hard cock, and pulling my trousers down. I feel your finger tease my ass hole as you suck me, feeling so fucking horny, and then your finger slip up my ass. Its so hard not to cum in your mouth right now, but I need to be inside you!

I pull you up and bend you over the wash basin, lifting your skirt over your back, and pulling your panties down and over your high heels. Your ass looks so good, good enough to eat! I bend down, easing your legs apart and holding your bum cheeks open. I run my tongue from the base of your spine, in one slow movement, downwards, along the crack of your ass, slowly over your tight anus, along underneath to your soaking pussy, and as you open your legs even more, my tongue reaches your clit. I lick and suck as you run your fingers through my hair, before my tongue delves deep inside your pussy. I lick and finger you, touching and car essing where I can reach. You feel my tongue run slowly along that sensitive skin between your pussy and ass, before stopping to tease and explore your ass hole. You bend forward, legs apart, and I guide your hands to your bottom, forcing you to pull your cheeks apart, exposing your tight ass hole, ready to be explored inside by my wet tongue!

You gasp as you feel my tongue ease inside your darkest hole, as my fingers explore your pussy and clit. My tongue slowly tongue fucking your ass, in rhythm to my fingers in your pussy. Its not long before you can take no more and you pull me up and push your tongue deep in my mouth. Your sitting on the wash basin now, and as we pull together, you feel my cock ease into you in one go…deep inside. I fuck you in good strokes, hard and slow, then faster….. t easing you. You cant hold back and you shudder with a massive climax as I carry on my rhythm, fucking you hard. As you near the end of your massive orgasm, I pull out and kneel in front of you, licking and sucking your soaking wet pussy, drinking and swallowing your juices. I stand up and we kiss, sharing your taste with you. Your still so turned on, and you kneel in front of me, sucking my cock, wanking me. Its so good, I’m so close. I take my cock and wank myself inches from your face as you watch and lick, your mouth open, your blouse undone and your bra pulled down over your breasts. My knees buckle as I squirt a stream of cum straight into your mouth onto your tongue, then I aim the rest over your breasts. As you kneel in front of me, I look down and see my cum glistening in your mouth, on your breasts, and dripping onto your stockings. I wish I had a camera!

I sneak out of the toilet and leave you to wash, stopping off at the bar to get some drinks. You return to our compartment and I can still see the cum on your stockings, but you don’t care, its horny you say! We relax and chat, still touching and flirting as we sip champagne and watch a film. An hour or so passes and your legs are on my lap. I can still see my cum on your thighs and I recall you saying it was horny.

“Want to watch me cum?” I say to you? ” Oh yes…please” you reply with a wicked grin.

I look around and make sure no one can see, and I take my cock out. You watch closely as I slip your heels off and take your silky toes and rub one foot over my cock, and take your other foot and began licking and sucking your toes through the thin nylon. I look up and notice your finger under your skirt, playing with yourself. Its seconds before I cum, and I shoot a load of cum all over both of your sexy stocking clad toes and feet, soaking them. Now that’s a horny sight!

Its not long before we land, and I slip your heels back on as we prepare to disembark. We take the long walk back to the terminal, and you feel my cum in your shoes and on your stockings…now that was a good flight you think to yourself. I didn’t expe ct THAT!

We get into the terminal, and you ask if I want to share a cab into Manhatten , but I politely refuse, adding that I need to catch another flight.

“oh”, you say, ” I thought you had a meeting in New York?”

“No, I replied, I just said I was flying from London to a meeting”

You look at me all confused…. “ok, so where is your meeting?” you ask.

I look you in the eye and say “Manchester !”