[wolf2305]

Glad to see that you like the story. It is a very old story that I found on web many year ago, anyway here the story.

She snuggled closer and started stroking my leg in an absent minded kind of way, fairly innocently near my knee. The arm of the seat was getting in our way, luckily they hinge back, so I lifted it and took the opportunity to slide my arm right around her left hip so as to push my hand under her thigh. The hem of her skirt had ridden up enough for me to stroke her silk clad thighs. I was pleased to find she was wearing stockings and not tights as I reached warm, smooth, bare skin slid my fingers under the silky ribbon of her suspender strap. She made no effort to discourage my wandering fingers, so, pulling her closer I covered our laps with a BA blanket, and boldly stroked her thigh with my other hand, working her skirt hem back as I went. She sighed and parted her legs slightly when my hand moved along the last smooth inches of warm scented upper leg and my fingers at last brushed gently against the thin silky material of her knickers, tightly stretched over her sexual mound.

My cock throbbed with excitement and anticipation and I had to slow down and mentally count to ten to avoid filling my pants with cum when I realised she was not only going to let me reach my target, but was panting for me as much as I was for her. I inserted my fingers as far as I could between her legs, and stroked them gently along the warm and noticeably damp material covering her cleft and up to the summit of her pubic mound. She sighed and gripped me tight as my finger a deliberately sought and found her tiny clitoris. I felt her hand cup the bulge in my trousers. We kissed long and passionately; it was strange I thought to have got to such a level of intimacy without having kissed before. I exercised as much self-control as I could muster as I felt the exquisite feeling of her hand gently exploring my throbbing cock. In return, my fingers pulled aside the warm silky gusset of her knickers; and I was able to stroke warm downy hair and feel the soft, warm, wet and incredibly inviting slippery crevice. I pushed two fingers into her soft hole, and gently massaged it; I then rolled the flesh of her engorged entrance lips gently and firmly between my finger and thumb. She clung to me more tightly, eyes closed, and her hips shuddered; she sighed again and we kissed passionately.

But it is one thing to snog, even as naughtily as this, in an airplane full of people but quite another to remove the garments necessary to couple us in the way we were were both obviously craving for and to release our wild passion in the sexual frenzy we both felt. How could we satisfy our enormous lusts? What with cabin crew wondering backwards and forwards behind us to and from the galley, we could not easily strip off and start humping without the risk of creating a sensation on board. I had visions of us being arrested for grossly indecent behaviour in a Jumbo Jet! Could I somehow get my cock out and force it past the tight gusset of her tight panties? But what position could we use? Nothing else in the world now mattered except an overpowering urge to stuff my straining rod into the depths of her warm, slippery slit. But trivial problems like knicker elastic, trouser zips, stretched Y fronts and unyielding aircraft seats made this ambition hard to realise.