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Getaway to a Spa - Part 2After the long wait at the airport, filled with a handsome stranger, masturbatory fantasy, masturbation, dinner, and a martini or two, I was so relieved to be heading to the plane. I was tired from the wait and drained from my unexpected situation. I made a quick excuse to Devon and headed to the restroom to put my panties back on. Unfortunately, they were still soaked. I was still very wet as well. I sent a quick text to Brian to let him know we were boarding and then shut my phone back off. This was SO uncharacteristic of me to deny him phone access to me, but he has a wild fantasy side and I was providing him with plenty of masturbation material.As I waited in line to show my boarding pass, I realized I had never mentioned that I was married. He wore no wedding ring and neither did I. No wonder he thought I was available! I felt so many different things, a little dirty, a little wicked, a little bad, a little happy, and quite a bit horny. It would be a long stay at the spa until I got home and fucked Brian silly. If he wasn?t over the flu when I got back, heaven help him because I was going to fuck him to death.The flight attendant handed my boarding pass back to me and off I went down the jetway, thighs sliding back and forth across each other frictionless, I was so wet. ?No lube needed today.? I thought to myself as I walked, embarrassed by my own excitement over something that hadn?t happened with someone I didn?t know.*I was now on the plane looking for Seat 26 F. Last row window seat on the right side of the plane. I could snuggle up on my right side, look out the windows to the lights below and sleep the three-hour flight. ?If I had driven, I would almost be there now,? I thought. Shuffling a half step at a time down the aisle, I saw blankets and pillows in an overhead and stopped to grab one. Inadvertently, I grabbed two blankets but Ankara escort didn?t want to take the time to put one back. I could hand it to the stewardess later. Besides, I usually get cold on airplanes and I?d forgotten my sweater.As fortune would have it, there was not an elderly couple seated in 26D and 26E. In fact, there was no 26E at all ? there were only two seats, a little wider than usual on the last row, an aisle seat, and a window seat. And Devon was seated on the aisle in 26D. This was to be a very interesting three hours indeed. Devon smiled and his eyes sparkled at the sight of me. He rose to step out, but I chose to slide on by him, his hard cock pressing against my ass. Yes, this would prove to be a very interesting journey. Getting comfortable was a process of being uncomfortable. He knew I could feel his throbbing cock on my wanton ass and I knew that he could tell it was wanton.*We spoke few words as we settled in. I thought it best to snuggle into my sleeping position and feign sleep as quickly as possible. I put the pillow up against the side of the plane, handed a blanket to Devon, and curled under the one I kept. He mumbled some words of appreciation for the blanket, but I didn?t really pay attention. Things had gone too far and it was now definitely time to get things under control. For reasons unknown to me at the time, I never lowered the armrest between us. Perhaps it was because I needed more room to get comfortable on my side, or perhaps, I had already planned what was to happen next.*The plane rumbled down the runway and we were off. I could feel Devon?s thigh against my ass. I could also feel my juices beginning to flow. Because it was now past dark, the cabin lights were dimmed and we sat in near darkness at the back of the plane. My heart was racing, and I could hear Devon?s labored breathing. He was Ankara escort bayan aching for me and I knew it. I was aching for him and he knew it. Just one little three-hour flight and the awkwardness would be over. I could call Brian and tell him, well, perhaps not all, but mostly about my day, and we could have some wonderful phone sex. I focused on my breathing and, finally, I drifted off to sleep.Just a few minutes into my ?nap?, my left arm slid off my hip, down my ass, and onto Devon?s thigh. Without thinking, I just started to rub his powerful leg, trained by hours on the road and court. I stopped my self-indulgence when he rolled onto his right side. My hand was now on the inside of his thigh, just inches from his cock. He gently placed his left hand on mine in comfort. It was like a bolt of lightning through my being. I wrapped my thumb around his and drew our hands to my ass, slowly lifting the fabric of my skirt up to my waist. I then released his hand on my hip and slid my hand back down to his thigh.*Gently scratching my nails against the fine cloth of his trousers, I began slowly moving my hand up and down his thigh as his hand kneaded my hip. It felt even better than I had fantasized about it back in the terminal. His hands were soft and strong. His massaging was both soothing and exciting. It seemed to go on for hours before his hand slid down to my ass. With each squeeze of my cheek, my pussy pulsed and flowed with juices.*I became more brazen and eased my hand onto his crotch. He was on fire. His raging cock was hard, harder than any cock I?d ever felt before and I could feel it pulsing through the fabric. It strained against the cloth and could feel the precum soaking through. I eased the zipper down but had trouble with the belt and button. Devon ran his right hand under his waist, gently squeezed my hand, Escort Ankara and together we removed the belt, unfastened the button, and lowered his trousers down to his knee. I glanced over my shoulder to see if the couple in 26A and 26C were awake, but when my eyes caught his, they locked.I lowered my hand down his waist, gently tickling the pubic hair above his cock. I circled around it, down his inner thighs, and stroked his balls with my nails. After a gentle squeeze, I ran my nails back down his thighs, just to feel those exquisite muscles. He smiled as his left hand went between the cheeks of my ass. I raised my left leg, pressing my foot against the back of the seat in front of me. In unison, Devon and I began softly running our hands everywhere but his cock and my pussy. It lasted for what seemed like hours and it was the single most erotic thing I?d ever known: not having sex while we peered deeply into each other?s eyes.Then almost like it was choreographed, I gripped the shaft of his cock while his thumb pressed my g-spot as his index and middle finger rolled across my clit. I instantly came, flooding his hands with my juices. Embarrassed at how quickly I had cum (isn?t that a man?s nightmare?), I stopped stroking his cock. He drew his left hand to his mouth, sucking on his fingers one at a time, never breaking his lock on my eyes. In turn, I ran my thumb across the tip of his hard, pulsing cock and drew the precum out and to my lips, never breaking my lock on his eyes.*The head of his cock was spongy but hard, the head pointed at the tip and flaring out at the glans. Such a graceful taper. The underside was tender and lined with a vein that throbbed in unison with my heartbeat. I broke our eye lock and turned my face toward the window, never releasing his cock. I pulled it toward my aching pussy as Devon shifted toward me. Our upper bodies were still quite apart when he entered me. The tapered tip slid right in and as it pressed against my g-spot another orgasm shuttered through me. I bit the pillow as the surge of heat ran through me. My breath was taken from me and my muscles tensed all at once, only to release as the heat reached its peak.