I couldn't follow him right away without causing suspicion. I waited for the stewardess to attend to someone else while I continued rubbing my pussy. I couldn't take my hands away. I had never been so wet before, thinking of that craggy face with its soft inviting mouth I was only seconds from kissing.

Finally the stewardess moved on to refill another first-class passenger's coffee. Not even bothering to put my shoes back on, I slipped out of my seat, went over to the lavatory door, and knocked softly. The door folded to one side, and a strong arm pulled me in. He was there, trousers 'round his ankles, shirt hanging open with his tie 'round his neck, a stunning washboard stomach above that beautiful dick, a single vein now pulsing urgently along its length. He pulled me to him and gave me a kiss that was soft and sensitive yet urgent and probing at the same time, pressing his body against mine so that his dick jabbed into my belly. I felt my body melt under his touch, and when he sat down on the toilet seat, I gladly let him pull me to him. For a few seconds, we were opposite each other, eyes locked, bodies touching, while he rolled my panties over my hips and down my legs. The cold air of the cabin on the burning skin of my ass, my thighs, my pussy, was exhilarating.

I parted my legs so they were on either side of his lap and pulled my skirt up so that he could see my pussy. I wanted him to see how wet and swollen he'd got me. He held one of his hands flat against my pussy lips, feeling them throb and pulse, while he reached out with the other and softly massaged my tits, making my already erect nipples stand up and darken like pink berries.

I lowered myself onto the trembling tip of his dick, letting the rounded end rest against the entry to my dripping slit for a few seconds. I had meant to hover there, teasing both of us, but I couldn't; I needed him inside me there and then.