My Fuck In The Air – Indian Sex Stories

This is my first posting … I have more to share in thefuture if you like
this, but must post anonymously, since I am a senior programmer at a Fortune
100 company and knowledge about my extra-curricular activities would cause the
end of mycareer.

It was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in Chennai for the
long journey home to US. This was the end of a month-long vacation
in Home country, and I, for one, was overjoyed to be heading back to some
normalcy.

For an entire month my wife Geet (I call her “the queen”) had avoided
sex in our Home, or anywhere else for that matter, since she had to spend time
with their parents.

The irony of her way of thinking will be evident shortly.
Actually, she is not very interested in sex anytime, since she was taught by
her mother that sex was dirty.

Because I travelregularly, I have opportunity for other sexual outlets during
the year, but four plus weeks within close quarters with a demanding uptight
woman does not give you much opportunity to develop alternatives. I had
some first class upgrade coupons, but at check-intime was told there was only
one seat available. Geet immediately volunteered because of her potential for
a bad back,and was seated in First class.

I was given a seat seperately in a 2 seat segment.
An attractive woman dressed in a loose Tee and very tight blue jeans took
the seat next to me.
She introduced herself as Priya.

She was about five foot eight, long hair, a nice ass –
firm and high, breasts with an impact even through her shapeless Tee, and
obviously in good physical condition.

Priya was headed for New York (syracuse) from her Brothers Marriage back in
India. she and her husband had been working
together in private firms for eight years. Her husband did’nt have Time to
spend with her, that’s why he did’nt even accompny her to India. She said he
was always busy in making Money not love.

This I discovered during dinner conversation and over a few shared glasses
of wine. Looking into my eyes, she confided she was;now free and ready for
some excitement. The movie started, the flight attendants went around the
cabin to lower all the shades, and priya said,I’d rather talk, if it’s OK with
you; this movie is terrible. I had also seen the movie and agreed. We spent
the next two hours gettingto know each other better. Priya at one point said,
You have terrific eyes, I get really turned on by eyes. We talked about the
kids, and when she asked if I was married and learned about Geet in the front
cabin, she thought it displayed selfish behavior and then never mentioned my
marital status again. By now, the passengers had fallen
asleep, and just before the endof the movie, Priya excused herself for a few
minutes,reached into the overhead bin for her carry-on (stretched longenough
to get my mind focused on her hips and legs in thosewonderful tight jeans,)
and headed to the lavatory in theback. When she returned, she was wearing
loose-fitting sweat pants, and when she asked if I minded if she lifted the
arm dividing the seats, I replied Of course not!. By now I had an idea of
what she had in mind, because she had confided during the movie that one of
her greatest turn-ons was the risk of discovery while having sex.

My husband was not a greatlover, but in the close confines of the boat it was
always exciting to fuck without anyone nearby knowing about it; I had more
orgasms from fucking near other people than from the sex act itself. As she
shared this with me, she was already visibly breathing more quickly.
Priya and I arranged the blankets over both of us, now no longer separated,
and curled up like spoons in the otherwise crowded seats. I started to give
her a back rub.

slowly working over her muscles by now cramped from the first fivehours of the
flight. She purred quietly, and after a while squirmed her shapely ass on the
seat, pushing it back into my growing erection. With both hands I reached
around under her loose sweater, and fondled her globes, her nipples growing
firmer under my gentle stroking. Priya reached back and with one hand
released my belt,
then unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants. I whispered in her ear, How do you do
that? I can’t even do that with one hand,and they’re my pants. She laughed,
and said, Years of practice; don’t worry, it gets better.

My hard-on sprang outof my tight BVD briefs as she pulled the waistband
forward,and she whispered,I’m glad you’re not wearing boxer shorts, I
can’t stand them. Priya began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing
withits own lubrication. She used the pre-come to help rotate herfingers
gently around the head, stroking it with ever firmerpressure. I withdrew my
hands from under her sweater to pushmy pants down further, allowing me to slip
the briefs down below my swollen balls, which she now explored with
herquesting hand.

Lubricating her fingers even more with her saliva, she alternately rubbed my
balls and massaged the head of my dick. My hands were now free, and I
hungrily reached forward forher erect nipples, shortly afterward sliding my
right hand down her belly and slipping it under the waistband of
hersweatpants.

She was wearing no panties underneath, and theinside of the
cotton sweats was already wet with her juices. As I stroked her mound, her
lubrication welcomed my fingers into her warm wet cunt.

Rubbing the juices on my fingers, Ibegan to circle
her clitoris and then used my fingers to strokein and out of her pussy while
my thumb pushed against herswollen clit. She was breathing harder now, and
could not stopmoving her ass around on the seat, first bucking her soaking
cunt against my right hand, then pushing her ass back againstmy cock through
the sweatpants.

Just then, the stewardess came down the aisle, pausednoticeably as she came
up to our row, glared at me (me? why me?there are two of us here, you know!),
almost said something,then apparently decided that since we were bothering
nobodyelse, she would keep moving. Thank God! While we were both close to
fully clothed at that time, there was little chanceshe could do anything
legally disastrous, but who needs theembarrassment, or the hassle from the
kids for that matter. As the stewardess left, Priya whispered. She knows
exactly what we are doing, and she’s jealous! Now I want tohave your prick
inside me.

I’ll keep quiet, but I need you to fuck me now. With this, she lifted her
ass off the seat andslid her sweats down below her knees, then separated her
legs slightly and moved back so I could slide into her drippingpussy from
behind.

I moved slowly in and out as she purred andpushed back onto my cock quietly
so we would not wake ourneighbors. At the same time, I reached back around
to stroke her clitoris easily but steadily. The appearance of the stewardess
had startled me, and most of the urgency for release that had built up from
her stroking my hard-on had subsided, so it was anice, long, easy fuck,
punctuated by her spasming in orgasm three times before my cock pressure built
up to the point of no return. I came with the most excruciating pleasure I
had feltin my life (actually for the last month, but you know how easyit is to
lose perspective at the moment.)

I felt like unleashed at least a pint of come into
her already drippingcunt. I sighed, and whispered’ Pri(I shortened her name),
it must have been heaven that sent you to this seat. You don’t know how much
I needed that. She then turned around in the seat to sit normally, and
kissed me for the first time. I needed it just as much as youdid; you’re a
terrific fuck, but on top of that it’s the dangerthat makes me come so much.
Thanks for being here, I dreamed that I’d be fucked silly on this trip. As we
kissed, I told her about my favorite turn-on. What I like best is eating
pussy, but there is no room here for that. Would you like togo to the back of
the plane with me?What do you mean? In the lavatory? she asked.

Yes. If we are reasonably cautious we can get in therewithout causing an
uproar, I replied. I’ve never done that before, Pri
explained. There’s a first time for everything, I said, and moved
topull up my pants and buckle my belt. She thought about it fora minute, and
then said, why not, let’s try it! She drew upthe sweatpants and
tied the drawstring (I hadn’t noticed therewas one before – must not have been
tied.) Then she got up and headed for the back of the plane, with me
following directly behind. She entered the first lavatory, which was vacant
(goodthing the flight was long, and everybody was still asleep.) I slipped
right in behind her before the flight attendantsnoticed we were even there.
As I closed the door, she turnedand we started to kiss passionately. She
broke for a quick query, how do you do anything in this little space? As I
untied the drawstring on her sweatpants, I said, Just lift upand sit on the
sink, and let me taste your cunt. Pri lifted, spread her legs, and I could
see her cuntlips were still swollen from her last orgasm. I gently tongued
her outer lips, occasionally swiveling my head to nip theinsides of her
thighs, but always returning to circle her clit,and as it swelled up, suck on
it gently.

There was no end tothe wetness; her own lubrication, supplemented by the
enormousload of come I had left in her pussy, dripped down both sidesof my
chin onto the stainless steel sink surface and traileddown her thighs.
After tonguing her into a few more orgasms, I realized how hard I was getting
again, and finally stood up, sliding her assslightly off the surface, and
drove my cock into her againwhile we exchanged extremely wet but tasty kisses,
flavored byboth of our juices. Such a short time after the last fuck, andshe
was sooo wet; this
time it lasted at least twenty minutes,both of us sighing and savoring the
overwhelming sensationscoursing through our bodies. Finally, after a slow
buildupthat I never wanted to end, I came again, not as much thistime, but she
sensed it and started bucking hard just at thesame moment. The pleasure was
so intense it was almostpainful. The light came on to return to the cabin,
and after a fewminutes we were able to adjust ourselves to some degree of
presentability to return to our seats. Just as we opened thedoor, the same
stewardess was looking right into my eyes. She said angrily, Please return to
your seats and stay there. Wehave some turbulence and the captain has turned
on the seatbelt sign. I couldn’t help but think that maybe we were the
cause of the turbulence, but then that’s just my imagination running away with
me again. As we settled in to the seats, Pri pushed the seat divider down,
saying,I think everyone is waking up, let’s notembarrass your boys.
The breakfast service was beginning, thecabin lights were turned on, and we
were again two strangers who happened to be sitting next to each other on the
plane. The secret of our mile-high lovemaking was secure. We exchanged
addresses, but with her in Syracuse and me in Philly
Both of uspromised to use caution in contacting each other should
the opportunity arise, so our current SO would not be disturbed,but also
promised to get together if possible again. I said goodbye to Pri(ya) at
the seat, and went forward with the unsuspecting boys to the plane to Philly.
As we got to the end of the ramp in the terminal, I asked Geet , How was your
flight?
Great, she replied,one of the most relaxing ever.Me too!

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