1. Fucks on a plane


    Date: 10/13/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Consensual Sex, First Time, Romance, Author: Fapworthy Diction, Source: sexstories.com

    Before you even sit down I know that you’ll sit down next to me. Also? I know that we’ll talk. I’m not psychic. I know we’ll sit next to each other because you are being extremely dorky and anal-retentive about just where exactly your seat is as you shuffle down the isle toward me. Maybe you’ve been screwed for over-head cargo space very recently, because you keep looking at your boarding pass, and then counting the seats from where you’re standing, arriving at the empty seat next to me, checking how full the cargo bin above it is, and then looking back down at your boarding pass. I’ve seen you do this 5 times already. You're sitting right here next to the window It'll be fine. I know we’ll talk because you’ve already managed to nervously chat up two stewardesses and the older guy behind you, and you’re not even past the first-class cabin yet. I'm not huge on talking on airplanes. In fact, normally I’d throw on some headphones and feign sleep before you sat down. It's nothing personal, I just hate the airplane conversation. The irony of the airplane conversation is that getting to know the passenger next to you actually dehumanizes them, because they’re always a boring replica of every other person you’ve ever had the airplane conversation with. The airplane conversation makes everyone the same. I’d rather just assume the person sitting next to me is amazing, and then not give them the opportunity to prove me wrong. You on the other hand… Ok I’ll admit it: I’m looking ...
    forward to talking to you. It doesn’t hurt that you’re super cute with your curt red-hair and your adorable freckles and your bright green eyes. And yes your clingy pink sweat-pants and your starched, white, open, button-down shirt over that tight, wife-beater-tank top is easily the sexiest god-danmed thing I’ve seen in months (and I get around). I think it has something to do with the fact that you're not even trying, and yet you look amazing . Genuine. Lovely. I have a feeling you’ve had dozens of conversations on airplanes without ever once having the airplane conversation. And now as the line moves I see why you’re worried about room in the over-head bin. You appear to be dragging a 300lb magicians trunk down the isle. Yeah, there’s no way you’re hoisting that obviously full-sized suitcase into the overhead yourself without a forklift. You’re 5'5", 120 pounds tops. I don’t know who in their right mind let you get this far with that elephant crate but I’d bet several hundred thousand dollars they were male… or lesbian. Welp, you have the window anyway, so I stand up to white-knight shove that monster into a bin for you and let you in to your seat. You take me in as I stand. You like the look of me too, or at least my height. “Thanks cutie” you smile as you brush your palm across my stomach on your way into our row like we’ve been dating for weeks. It was not an accidental brush. It was your open palm and spread-out fingers, sliding luxuriously across my midriff. Your pinky ...
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