There was this exciting story that seems to have disappeared in the last few days:
Maybe, someone can recreate it: I have a very short excerpt within the rules of copyright.
Its about two total strangers on an airplane seat:
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, 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.
He slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me as I arched my back and pressed toward him to take him all the way in. I wanted to feel him at the depth of my being and I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to thrust away like a madwoman, but being in the plane prevented that. So slowly we went, on and on for what seemed like hours as well. It would take slow, deep stroke after slow, deep stroke to build me to another pillow-biting, heated orgasm. Finally, I felt shot after shot of hot semen splash inside me with each throb and pulse of his cock. It was amazing. His cum soaking the depth of me, I drifted off to sleep.
