"Alright, but you'll have to hold me. I'm a little unsteady," she said, unfastening her seatbelt and crawling out to the aisle. Faye balanced her drink carefully in her right hand as the two of them walked carefully to the spiral stairway that led up to the first-class lounge. What's happening to me?
Faye wondered to herself as she climbed up to the lounge. Each step was deliciously agonizing. The friction of her slick cuntal walls rubbing against her erect clit with each step she took sent hot/cold flashes through her body. That steady, pulsing, itchy ache in her cunt seemed to be robbing her of any strength. Faye at least tried to control herself outwardly. She didn't want everyone to know she was this worked up sexually. But as the blonde passed two old men sitting together in the first row of seats in the lounge, she saw them stop their conversation and look up strangely at her. They could see it! Her face was flushed red with excitement and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. They could smell it! Her vaporized cunt juice trailed after her like a shadow wherever she went.
"Let's sit back here," Jack suggested as he took her left hand and pulled her along.
Faye took another gulp of her drink and followed him. It didn't occur to her that the only other people in the lounge were those two old men, and they were getting ready to leave. The stewardess had turned the lights down very low, leaving the cabin in semi-darkness. Occasionally, a bright flash of lightning lit up the black sky around the plane and brightly illuminated the lounge. But by and large, the two of them were alone in the darkened cabin.
"This is a lot better," Jack said in a husky voice, sitting next to Faye in a large swivel seat.
"These airlines think of everything," Faye giggled, twirling around in her swivel chair and finishing her drink with one big gulp. The cabin was beginning to swirl around in her head. A loud buzzing filled her ears as the jet gently pitched and rolled in the turbulent weather. That aching hotness between her legs! It was driving her crazy! If only she could get to it somehow. If only she could sneak off to one of the bathrooms for a few minutes and let her fingers…
"Why did you take off your jacket and vest?" Faye asked in a panic, suddenly realizing that Jack was stripping down.
"Just to get more comfortable," he said, loosening his tie, then taking it off. The big man started to unbutton his shirt as Faye sank back into the well-padded chair in honor. Was he going to rape her right there on the plane?
"Does comfortable mean turning the lounge into a nudist colony?" Faye asked in a broken, excited voice. She was horrified at Jack's actions. But at the same time those thick clumps of black body hair poking over his shirt as he unbuttoned it excited her. She wanted to see more of his body just as much as she wanted him to stop undressing and leave her alone.
"It might. Depends on what you want," Jack said, continuing to strip down in front of her.
Faye's breathing had grown shallow. The sharp tickling sensations in her cunt were making her nipples scratch the cool, silky material of her blouse. The lush, buttery heat spread in her cunt until the blonde's entire body ignited with sexual fire. Faye licked her dry lips and tried to turn her head away.
"Stop that. Please," Faye said hesitatingly in a soft husky voice.
"You don't really want me to stop anything, do you? You want more, right, Faye? I could smell it down there. I know what you want, baby," Jack said, bending down and slipping off his shoes and socks. Faye couldn't say anything. She felt as if her blood had been turned into concrete and frozen her motionless. She sat in her chair, holding the empty drink glass while Jack pulled off his shirt and laid it carefully on top of his jacket and vest. The blonde inhaled sharply. The muscles in his chest rippled with each movement he made, radiating an excitement, lust and power that tore down the last shreds of resistance Faye had. The blonde dropped her glass, sending the ice cubes scudding across the thickly carpeted floor while she reached up and cupped her titties with both hands. It felt so good to hold them now. She squeezed her long, slender fingers into the spongy tit-flesh and sighed. When she pressed her steely nipples in with her thumbs, her cunt contracted at the same time, giving her some relief from the almost unbearable itchy feeling that gripped her entire body.
"Wh-what are you doing to me?" Faye suddenly wondered out loud as she dropped her hands to her lap. She felt horribly shamed and guilty that a man was making her feel herself off like that in public!
"You're doing it to yourself, honey. I can tell that you've been needing and wanting cock-meat for a long time. Well, I'm just the guy to feed it to you, inch by inch," Jack said, leering hotly at her as he started to climb off his seat.
"You stay where you are," Faye said in a terrified voice as Jack slid off the seat and stood up in front of her. She shifted her glance from his sparkling eyes down to the crotch that was only inches in front of her. The big bulge was noticeable now, twitching nervously.
"Go on. Touch it!" Jack said.
"What? Are you crazy?" Faye cried out, wondering why she just didn't stand up and run away. That's what she should have done. But her knees were so weak. And that pulsating itch in her pussy was sapping her of all strength and resistance.
"Come on. Don't play the reluctant vestal virgin with me," Jack said, bending down and grabbing both her hands with his. With one quick move the big man pulled her fingers up and forward, pressing them against that hot, big bulge. A flush of shame shot across her cheeks as Faye felt the tempting heat of Jack's big, thick cock through his trousers.
"Go on and tell me that you don't want to get fucked," Jack said huskily, rubbing the blonde's fingers slowly up and down that cloth-imprisoned dick. "You want that prick, and I want to slip it in between those fat, hot pussy-lips of yours," Jack growled.
"But here, in the plane?" Faye stammered out, racking her brain for excuses.
"We're in the back of the lounge. We've got at least an hour before we land in San Francisco, and it's late at night. There won't be too many people up here. Besides, you want it so bad you'd do it in a public park in broad daylight," Jack said, letting go of her hands while he slid his up to the top button.
"Oh God, no," Faye groaned as she watched him unfastening his trousers. Her eyes glued themselves to the big man's fly as he slowly unzipped it. Before she knew it, the zipper was all the way down. Jack pulled his slacks open, letting loose the ten-inch monster Faye had felt through the material seconds earlier.
"Like it? Most women do," Jack said, pushing his slacks down to his ankles and stepping out of them. While he folded them neatly over his other clothes, Faye almost broke out laughing. The whole thing was crazy, absurd! Stripping down in the middle of a crowded airliner – the idea of it was beyond belief! Yet there he was, standing completely naked only a few feet in front of her, fingering that thickly-veined, long, drooling dick with both hands. The whole thing was crazy.
Yet Faye felt a strange excitement that was taking over her mind and body. She didn't care about the rest of the passengers. She didn't think they would come up to the lounge any more. But fuck them if they did! She was too hot and willing to care. All her former resolutions not to fuck men dissolved with the booze and lust that ran through her body now. As Jack continued fingering his dick, Faye pushed herself up off the seat and slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
"That's a good girl. Shit, I knew you had beautiful tits!" Jack said appreciatively as Faye shrugged her opened blouse off her shoulders and sent it floating down to the floor. Faye shuddered as Jack walked up to her and put his big arms around her waist, drawing her tightly to him. The stiff hairs that covered his chest tickled her stiffened nipples. She dropped her head back and opened her mouth in delight as Jack reached up with his right hand and started squeezing her right boob. His big, powerful hand felt so good doing that! He stroked her hot spongy flesh, finally flicking his thumb over and over her fiery tit-tip until Faye thought it was going to ignite. At the same time Jack rolled his hips a little and his swollen dong rubbed against Faye's silky belly. She gasped at the feel of that hot roll of cock-flesh.