From me@myplace.com Fri May 23 10:36:45 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-in-east.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!199.0.65.142!news-feed1.tiac.net!uunet!in1.uu.net!192.220.251.22!netnews.nwnet.net!news-hub.interserv.net!news.eur.sprynet.com!news From: me@myplace.com (me) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Flight - Fiction by Jana Z. Date: Fri, 23 May 1997 14:36:45 GMT Organization: myplace.com Lines: 148 Message-ID: <338cab2a.98781622@news.eur.sprynet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: dd19-012.compuserve.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.0/32.390 X-No-Archive: yes The Flight Fiction by Jana Z. Author's note - this is one of my fantasies. Another, 'The Execution', has been posted in alt.sex.asphyx It was my first overseas flight and I was very nervous. My husband, knowing how I felt, paid to upgrade my ticket to first-class. He couldn't go because of other commitments, but he wanted me to be comfortable and he thought I'd receive more attention in first-class then I would back in coach. It was also my first flight on a foreign airline. My name is Jenny Gray and I was on a business trip to the Far East, a get-acquainted trip to some of our offices over there. I'd just turned 29 and had been promoted to the position of coordinator for Pacific Rim operations. My husband drove me to Sea-Tac to catch my flight, a late night non-stop to Tokyo. From there, I'd go on to Singapore, Hong Kong, and a half dozen other places where PAC-COM has offices. Jim bought me a drink in the airport bar and then kissed me good-bye at the gate. He assured me that I looked great and was going to be fine. "They'll take good care of you on the plane. Now stop worrying." I smiled and walked down the jetway to the plane. I was dressed casually - a sundress, thigh highs, sandals, and a light sweater in case the airconditioning on the plane was too much. I blushed as I remembered that my panties were in Jim's pocket - he'd had me take them off in the car on the drive up. My blush deepened as I remembered how I'd sat with my dress up, masturbating, while he stroked my thigh. "God," I thought to myself. "What a shameless slut you can be at times!" I also remembered how nice it had been when we arrived and Jim parked on the far side of the short-term lot. I'd slid off the seat, onto my knees, and he'd moved over to the passenger seat. I'd sucked his cock and moaned when he held my head as he shot his load deep in my throat. It was fantastic! But then, sex had always been something we'd both enjoyed immensely. I was still blushing when I handed my boarding pass to the flight attendant, a slender Japanese girl who looked to be about 20 or 21. She smiled and welcomed me aboard in perfect English. Her smile was contagious and I found myself smiling as I moved down the aisle to my seat. My seat was in the last row in first class, the aisle seat on the left as you boarded. I put my carry-on bag in the overhead compartment after removing one of the books I brought - a mystery by April Smith called 'North Of Montana'. I settled in my seat and tugged my dress down. It was short, ending about 3" above my knees and it tended to ride up. I like showing my legs, but not too much. At least not while there was a stream of people passing by. I suppose I should describe myself for those who might be curious. As I said, I'd just turned 29. Jim and I had been married for three years. I'm the youngest of five children and the only girl. I was a tomboy growing up and I'm still pretty much the tomboy. I'm 5'8", slender, a redhead with big green eyes and freckles. My hair is short, not a buzz cut, but short and adds to the overall boyish look. I'm athletic and have a nice figure although I'm rather small on top, 34b. My slim, sleek legs are my best feature, after my eyes of course. I majored in marketing in college and have an MBA in finance. I tried to concentrate on my book to avoid thinking about the takeoff, but it didn't work and I was gripping the armrests as the plane was pushed away from the gate. As it turned out, I was one of only two passengers in first class. The other was an elderly man who sat in the window seat in the first row across the aisle. I was staring at the seatback in front of me, terrified, when the flight attendant, the one who'd greeted me at the door, came by. She saw that I wasn't wearing my seat belt and asked me to put it on. I stared up at her with a blank look and she immediately realized that I was terrifed beyond being able to respond. She crouched and fastened my seatbelt. Then she put her hand on my knee and squeezed gently, whispering that everything was going to be okay. "I'll be back in a minute." She got up and moved up the aisle to confer briefly with another, older, flight attendant. When she returned, she said, "My name is Tomoku and I'm going to sit with you during takeoff. She unbuckled my seatbelt and had me move into the window seat. She leaned over and pulled the sliding cover down over the window. Then she buckled our seatbelts. She held my left hand in her right and whispered softly that everything would be fine. I don't know why, but I was more scared at that moment than I'd ever been on any previous flight. I closed my eyes and felt the tears running down my face. I felt Tomoku touch my knee, then she was stroking my thigh and crooning to me in a soft voice. I calmed down as she continued to stroke my thigh, reassuring me in her soft voice that everything would be okay. Her hand moved above the top of my thigh highs and came to rest on my bare thigh. I sighed and turned my head, opening my eyes. She smiled and whispered, "Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise." I nodded and whispered, "Thank you." Her hand was warm and soft on my thigh. I sighed and relaxed as she resumed stroking me gently. We stared at each other as her hand move higher. Her eyes widened as she realized that I wasn't wearing panties. I felt her fingertips brush my pubic hair. I took a deep breath and whispered, "Please . . . " She smiled gently. "Please what?" I blushed, whispered, "Please, touch me." She continued to smile, teasing me. "Touch you where?" "Please," I whimpered. "Please touch my cunt." The plane turned onto the runway and the engines thundered. She slipped her fingers down between my legs and began to masturbate me. I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure, my terror receding as my excitement increased. She brought me to orgasm quicker than I would have guessed, watching me with her calm brown eyes as I moaned with pleasure. Then, with the plane in the air safely, she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "I'll be back in a while. I'll take you downstairs to the crew compartment to be fucked." I stared at her for a moment and then nodded. I wanted to scream, "No, I'm not like that." But, of course, I'd just been masturbated to orgasm. As I spoke, she deliberately licked my juices off her fingers, one of the most erotic sights I'd ever seen. She returned about thirty minutes later and took me down to the small crew compartment. She told me to undress and watched as I removed my clothes. When I was nude, she fastened a shackle around my left ankle and locked the other end to the railing of one of the small bunks. She undressed and we had sex. It was my first time eating pussy and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. The rest of the crew, 9 women and six men, took turns with me for the entire flight. I was licked, fucked, and I sucked cock. I was also sodomized a number of times. Once, I had a cock in my mouth and another in my ass. When I walked off the plane in Tokyo, I wore only my dress and sandals. I had warm cum leaking out of my cunt and my rectum, dripping on my bare thighs. And I was wondering how soon I could get fucked again. The end.