[wolf2305]

Karen, as always, was way ahead of me. She gave my cock a gentle squeeze which nearly fired it of, and got up without a word and strolled seemingly casually towards the loo at the front of the cabin. I contemplated following her into it, having heard stories of people having it away in railway carriage loos. But this always seemed to me to demand contortionist skills, apart from being not exactly comfortable or aesthetic! Also, there was no doubt that the passengers watching the movie would have noticed me following a lady into the lav, which on the top deck of a 747 is alongside the screen for the inflight movie, which was then in full flow. The thought of banging away in that confined space and of re- emerging afterwards was too daunting, even in my highly charged state! Karen re-emerged a few moments later, quicker than usual when women use a loo, looking inscrutable. She grabbed a couple of BA blankets, snuggled back against me and it was a matter of moments to cover ourselves with the blanket. In the semi-darkness and in the back row, we felt safe from prying eyes. My hand went back to where it had been, to find just warm flesh and no knickers. I reinserted my fingers into her warm and inviting slit. Her hand was undoing my zip, under the cover of the blanket; I undid my belt to help her. In a flash (so to speak) my trousers and pants were round my ankles and she was holding my throbbing prick like the gear level of a sports car - it nearly made me change gear - into overdrive!

I soon discovered she had also removed her bra; her nipples strained against the thin material of her blouse. I undid her blouse to expose her breasts under the blanket. I was then able to lay across her and greedily suck the entire aureola of her left breast into my mouth, with my head under the blanket in delicately scented warm darkness. I tickled the nipple with the end of my tongue, an action I have found to be appreciated by my lady friends, and Karen was no exception! She cradled my head with one hand like a baby held to her breast and gently stroked away at my straining cock from its tip along its underside to my balls. She was clearly an accomplished lover. I moved my head to her lap and attempted to lick her clitoris, but this was almost impossible in an aircraft seat, even though she parted her legs as widely as the limited space would let her. I remember the overwhelming scent of excited woman mixed with the fragrance of her perfume, but could only nuzzle her fur and kiss the smooth inside skin of her thighs.

Karen unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it, still under the blankets. "Please.." she moaned - "please.." - I felt the same way. She turned to face away from me, and firmly pressed her shapely bum against my left thigh. Making sure the blanket was covering us well, I twisted around until my throbbing tool was pressed up against the valley between her thighs; it was a similar position as if she was sitting on my lap. I could probe her sex with mine. She arched her back and raised her right thigh and firmly holding the end of my pulsing penis, she guided it into the mouth of her soft hole. I pushed hard so my cock slid smoothly into her firm warm tunnel. I cupped both her breasts with my hands and pulled her hard against me to penetrate as deep as possible.