Flight to Paradise
The flight attendant greeting the boarding passengers glances my way, catching my grin and flashing a seemingly knowing smile. From my window seat in the last row of the first class cabin configured with two seats on each side of the aisle, I casually watch my mostly tanned, resort-wear attired fellow passengers making their way past me until the flow slows to a trickle, then close my eyes and begin the process of replacing thoughts of work and to-do lists with ones of the warm Caribbean Sea, beautiful beaches, and a very hedonistic resort destination where I and the other guests will spend our days naked in the warm sun.
After a few minutes I open my eyes and notice the aisle is empty. Good, the boarding process is complete and we will be airborne shortly. Two more minutes pass and I see another passenger board – a woman dressed in a business suit looking rather stressed. I watch as she stuffs her carry-on bag into the overhead compartment then falls into the seat next to me.
“Business attempting to encroach on your vacation?” I inquire.
A long breath escapes from her mouth “You have NO idea”, she responds looking straight ahead. “I’ve been there myself. I let everyone know I would be incommunicado after lunch today for that very reason.” A slight smile comes over her face. “Thanks for the Jimmy Buffett reference, I needed that”. "Nice pull" I think to myself, impressed with how she instantly caught that rather arcane reference.
“No problem”. I relax back in my seat “Soon I’ll be wastin’ away in Margaritaville” I respond in an intentionally corny manner.
“Don’t push it” she fires back, eliciting a laugh on my part.
The sound of the plane door closing precisely at 10 p.m. signals the official start of my vacation bringing about an anticipatory excitement, and soon the last hurdle is crossed as the plane powers smoothly into the air, Jamaica-bound.
Once at altitude, I order two drinks - one for myself and the second for the stressed-out fast-asleep woman beside me. The rum goes down smoothly and soon I’m drifting off to a light nap myself in the dimly light cabin.
Thirty minutes later or so, I stir in my seat and slowly open my eyes. My empty drink glass comes into focus, then I glance over to find hers empty as well.
"mmmmmmmmm nice" slips out of my mouth as I turn my head and notice she's changed into a skimpy little halter sundress that has her breasts nicely on display.
"Pervert" she responds looking straight ahead
"Guilty, and I suppose you're heading to the islands to become a Nun?" I ask.
"As a matter of fact, I am".
"Too bad. I guess I won't be seeing you at Hedonism II then". I say in a hushed tone so as not to awaken our neighbors.
She turns and makes eye contact, leaning slightly towards me, and whispers "You never know, I may be assigned to that den of naked hedonistic debauchery to attempt to save your soul"
Our eye contact lingers for several seconds then I glance down at her full breasts barely inside the top of her dress, then back to those pretty brown pools.
"Or me, yours".
"Possibly" she responds. "Mother Superior is unlikely to approve of my revealing nun costume, uh I mean *habit* ".
"It's hot and humid in Jamaica. How can she expect you to wear all that clothing?"
"I know, right?"
"I mean who says you couldn't be just as effective wearing a bikini?"
"Exactly" she pauses for a couple seconds "Too bad I didn't pack one".
Just then, the flight attendant arrives with another round of drinks.
"To naked nuns" I propose.
We clink glasses then down half of our drinks before relaxing back into our leather seats.
A moment later a strong jolt hits the cabin from a patch of turbulence. She grips my bare thigh and digs her fingernails into my skin.
"Excuse me?" I say.
"Sorry, I'm a fair weather flier".
Thirty seconds later, another strong jolt, and this time I grip her firm tanned thigh.
"Excuse me?" She fires back with faux indignance.
"Sorry" I reply, letting my hand linger before gently easing my fingers over her bare skin in retreat.
For the first time in my life I find myself hoping for some turbulence, and mother nature doesn't disappoint as the next bump finds her hand again on my muscular thigh - quick to grasp and playfully slow to remove.
Our game continues for the next thirty minutes, with me slowly testing the waters by having my hand steadily inching towards the hem of her mini-dress with every other bump. She begins to respond in kind, reflecting a welcoming of my touch.
Another round of drinks arrives.
"To turbulence" I propose.
"Real or imagined" she responds with a warm smile.
We share an intense gaze lasting several seconds then ease back into our seats with our legs now permanently touching - both of us tired, but exhilarated.
I glance out the window and see the lights along the Texas coastline.
"We're heading out over the gulf".
She leans over me, placing her hand high on my thigh for balance and peers out the window showing obvious enthusiasm.
After we watch the coastline disappear she turns her head and with our faces just a few inches apart whispers "I can't wait to get naked and party for an entire week".
"So the Nun thing?"
"Yeah, I changed my mind"
I laugh. "I can't wait either. I've been looking forward to ripping my clothes off and letting my alter-ego loose for months now".
Those pretty eyes, her intoxicating scent, and the sight of her beautiful full c-cups hanging free in the top of her dress cause my cock to stiffen against the fabric of my shorts - a sight she readily notices and pauses to take in before slipping back into her seat.
At the next hint of turbulence I place my hand high on her inner thigh, gently caressing her soft skin. She lets out an easy sigh, and slouches in her seat inviting my fingers to slide higher, which they do, a half inch at a time, slowly teasing her until my little finger finds her naked wet petals. I hastily grab a blanket and drape it over our laps for privacy, then continue slowly fingering her wet petals and firm clit.
I turn to her and let my baritone softly vibrate in her ear:
"Imagine laying naked side by side on loungers on the beach touching each other
"mmmmmmm yes" she responds, then eases her hand onto my thigh.
"touching, stroking, arousing in full view of newfound friends"
"I'm such an exhibitionist" she says, now gently caressing my leg.
"Your beautiful tanned oiled body on display - tits swollen, nipples hard, exposed Sex soaking wet"
"Your muscular body glistening, this cock rock hard and pointing towards the sun as I stroke your oiled shaft" she moans softly while squeezing my erection sitting up the leg of my shorts.
"Others getting aroused, kissing, touching, stroking as they watch us, and us them"
"I love watching too" she softly moans
"As do they, watching you squirm, your hips rising to meet my touch, showing off those tight abs, and those fine natural tits dancing slowly on your chest with every deep breath".
"All natural. You sucking on one nipple while finger-fucking my soaked box"
"Exactly. I could have you straddle me with those gorgeous legs and sink down on my rod, and slowly fucking me while others watch my hungry wet cock disappear and reappear from your tight pussy" She turns to look into my eyes, obviously high from my constant touch and the mental images I'm placing in her mind.
"But not this time" I continue.
Her stare is unbroken.
"This time, I take you to the edge and keep you just short of climax while your naked body squirms and the moans emanating from mouth plead for release".
"Mmmmmm all of those eyes on me. My feet in the sand, legs spread, my body writhing on the lounger, aching to cum"
"Keeping you right on that edge for a couple of minutes that seem like hours"
"Like you're doing right now?"
The vacant look in her eyes sends a wave of arousal flooding into my body, prompting me to lean in and place a soft, sensual kiss on her sweet tasting lips - a kiss she readily returns.
"Yes, like I'm doing right now"
I finger her clit slightly faster, watching her eyes, and soon sensing she's close.
"Your gorgeous nude body squirming on that lounger, that exhibitionist rush overloading your senses, others watching in anticipation"
"Gripping and slowly stroking your rock hard dick"
"Mmmmm yes" I moan into her ear upon feeling her fingers massage my swollen shaft.
"Ohhhhhhh fuck" she softly moans, closing her eyes, panting and discreetly raising her hips up off the seat cushion.
I back off slightly, letting my fingers drift between her soaking wet petals for a few seconds.
The look in her eyes when they reopen, speaks volumes. Her mouth drops open as my touch resumes on her firm sensitive pearl. Her back arches, causing her head to press back into the headrest and her fine tits to come dangerously close to breaking free from the top of her dress.
I take her to orgasm, one she keeps as muted as possible, as thoughts of a very public, very uninhibited climax rush through her mind.
She flies for a solid minute before opening her eyes, then turns her body, leaning into me.
"I want that. Every word you said. I want it".
My hard dick is now in her right hand being slowly steadily stroked under the blanket as I observe the fire in her eyes.
"And what about you?" she asks. "Would you get off on others watching me stroke this big thick cock while you lay naked and exposed on that lounger?"
"Hell yes I would. We have a date".
Still stroking me slowly but with more purpose, she whispers "you laying naked on that lounger, me on my side stroking your exposed cock and fondling your tight balls while others watch - some curious, others responding in kind".
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm" I respond.
"My tongue circling your firm right nipple. Mmmmmm, I love the way your dick responds to my touch" she whispers while squeezing my rock hard shaft.
"My hand glides over your glistening erection, teasingly erotically slowly, watching your eyes as your long, lean, muscular body climbs"
"Enjoying the rush of being watched" I whisper
"god yes" she responds just before placing a wet tongue filled kiss on my lips. "Then kissing my way down your abs and devouring that piece of meat"
"Well?" I respond.
She lets out a sexy laugh. "You'll have to wait for that part", then continues. "I could give you an amazing blow job right there in front of everyone".
She pauses and I stare into her pretty eyes enjoying the pace of her hand job.
"But I want our voyeurs to see your cock being touched, stroked, fondled and teased"
She strokes me faster and with more purpose, a sexy feral look in her eyes burning into mine.
I groan softly and close my eyes
Her smooth warm voice resonates in my ear "I want us all to watch you cum, to watch your warm seed explode into the air, splashing onto our nude bodies as your hips buck and your uninhibited groan commands attention"
"Mmmmmmmm fuck yes" I softly groan
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, is right" she purrs, then eases her tongue into my ear, and takes me over the edge into a strong hip-bucking orgasm that makes it damn hard to keep quiet. I fly high while she strokes me, squeezing every last drop of cum from my balls while whispering how fucking hot all of this is to her.
She purrs strongly upon feeling my left hand slip inside the top of her dress to cup her right breast while placing a deeply sensual kiss on her lips. My thumb caresses her firm nipple as our tongues lightly dance.
We share an intense stare, followed by warm smiles, the ease back into our seats. I place my hand high on her inner thigh, and she slips her slender fingers over mine.
"About that date" I say
"Tip of the iceberg?" she responds.
I smile. "My thoughts exactly".
She smiles in return and we drift off to sleep. Our naked paradise lies just four hours away....
Thanks for reading. Comments are always welcome.
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