the-cruise
 mf oral
 

It had been a long flight and we were tired and cramped from sitting in
airplane seats. We had just finished dinner and the plane was dark and quiet
as we flew through the night. It was our first trip together.

It was your idea for me to get the blanket and pillows from overhead. Since
we had a row of three seats all to ourselves in the rear of the plane, I
raised the arm rests and lay down with my head in your lap next to the
window. You must have had a perfect view of the clear night and the full
moon dancing off the ocean far below because you sighed, "What a beautiful
painting this would make." I had a different picture in my mind. I was
imagining how you will look after a few days lounging in a bikini, or less,
on a sailboat in the middle of the Caribbean eating good food and drinking
good wine.

We had booked a ten day "bare boat" cruise out of Charlotte Amalie. They're
called "bare-boat" because the charter company provides a fully equipped
sailboat stocked with your favorite food and drink but without a crew to
sail her. I wanted to be alone with you and knew I was able to sail a 50
footer without too much problem.

As I imagined how you would look stretched out on the deck, I made contact
with your knee and remembered we had dressed for our arrival. You were
wearing one of those short summer skirts that give a marvelous view of your
legs but also would provide me access to my favorite place to play. A
diabolical smile crossed my lips.

I began innocently enough. Pretending I was shifting to get more comfortable
I slipped my right hand under the thigh closest to me and the left between
your knees. Then I slowly began tracing designs on the inside of your thigh
with the fingers of my right hand while caressing your upper thigh with my
left. You whispered something about being in public, squirmed to get out of
my grasp then realized I was pretty much in control of the situation. You
settled into a guarded silence knowing you were at my mercy unless you
wanted to make a scene and wake the whole plane. I continued pursuing my
objective.

After a few more designs and careesse your breathing became a little more
labored and I began to move up your thigh until I discovered, to my delight,
you werent wearing any panties. I briefly wondered what you'd had in mind
when you dressed this morning and then resumed my quest. Slowly I traced the
outline of your lips with my fingertips and very carefully brushed "the
lady" to let her know someone was in the vicinity and would soon come
calling.

This seemed to be the right approach because it was your turn to pretend you
were uncomfortable for the benefit of the other passengers and in the
process slid your skirt up around your waist. The look of sheer lust in your
eyes as I pulled the blanket over my head and lay down in your lap again was
electric.

I could only wonder what you were doing to keep the other passengers unaware
of our activity but I'll bet they wondered what you found so interesting
outside the planes window.

Easy access was just what I needed to go knocking on the lady's door again
and I found her attentive as she welcomed me. I kissed her and offered her
my complete attention softly caressing her with my tougue. This was more
than you could stand, apparently, because you whispered hoarsely that you
had to go the restroom. Dejected, I slowly got up, careful to allow you time
to adjust your skirt and let you out of the seat. As you passed me you
winked and said, "Care to join me?"

To anyone who looked our way it was obvious what we had planned. At that
moment, though, we didn't really care and scurried the few feet to the
restroom. Once inside we wasted no time. You hiked up your skirt, I dropped
my shorts, and after finding a way to lift you up on the counter, entered
your waiting pussy.

You wrapped your legs around me, we fell into an easy rhythm, our moans
drowned out by the vibrating jet engines just on the other side of the wall.
Before long you clutched my hips and let out a long shuddering moan. That
took me over the top and my knees almost collapsed, or the plane hit an air
pocket, because it was difficult to maintain my balance while we shuddered
through our climax.

We held each other for a few minutes as we caught our breath then returned
to reality and scrambled to make ourselves presentable. Sheepishly we went
back to our seats separately to attract as little attention as possible. We
looked at each other's flushed faces and grinned like little kids knowing we
had gotten away with the one activity many people dream of but few have the
nerve to try.

Our smug looks disappeared as I looked toward the front of the plane and saw
a very stern looking pilot headed our way. He came directly to our seats,
leaned over to us and said, "Welcome to the Mile High Club."

Grinning, he continued on to the restroom.I reached for your hand and
squeezed it. It was going to be a very interesting 10 days.