American Airlines Cockpit part2
by Porn Review Blog “Hey, no fair asking for advice!”
“Okay, okay…”
She shimmied out of the skirt, leaving it in a pool of black
fabric on the floor of the cockpit. Her legs were bare now, a creamy
brown line from black lace panties down to the top of black boots,
laced up to mid-calf. She raised her right leg, and placed it gently
in Christopher’s lap.
“Could you help me with my laces, captain?”
“He’s the co-pilot.”, Tony quickly interjected. “I’m the captain.”
“That’s okay, captain, you can do the other one.”
Chris quickly unlaced the boot and removed it, rubbing his
hands over her calf and down the arch of her foot as he did so. She
shivered as she pulled her leg away, and placed her left leg on Tony’s
lap. He took a little longer, sliding his hands up to mid-thigh,
until she pulled away, shaking her head.
“Not nice, captain. There’s a wedding ring on that finger.”
“We’re separated.”
“Sure you are.”
She crossed her arms in front of her, and took hold of the
bottom of the white tank, pulling it up over her head and shaking her
hair free. She must have liked black, because her bra was black too,
lace to match the panties. The bra looked a little small for her
large breasts, which were spilling out of the top, their dark nipples barely
visible through the lace.
“Mike?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Would you undo the clasp for me?”
“Yes ma’am!”
I think my fingers were trembling a little, and they must have
been ice-cold, because she whimpered a bit when I touched her back. I
had a little trouble with the clasp, but I finally got it free. I
didn’t have the nerve to touch her the way the captain had, but I
could smell her perfume as she leaned close. She smelled like apples.
She turned to face us all again, and slowly, teasingly, pulled
her bra straps off her shoulders, letting the bra fall to the floor to
join the pile of black and white clothing. She had huge breasts,
maybe as big as the girls in Playboy, but a lot darker than most of
theirs. Her dark brown nipples stuck straight out, maybe from the
cold in the air-conditioned cockpit. She slid her hands down her
body, curving them around her breasts and across her slightly rounded
stomach. She stuck out her hip a little, and hooked her finger in the
black lace of her panties…then paused.
She walked over to Christopher.
“Chris? Would you mind helping me get these off? With your teeth?”
Chris looked startled for a second, but quickly nodded. He
leaned towards her, and gently took her panties in his teeth. I
couldn’t see very well in the darkened cockpit, but it took him an
awfully long time to get them off and she was making these little
noises and sort of swaying back and forth, so I guess he was helping
her out a little. He finally slid them down her thighs and calves and
she stepped out of them, swinging her hair around her as she turned to
face us.
“Well, guys, how do I rate?”
We quickly and unanimously voted her a perfect ten. The blond
was sort of smiling, sort of frowning, and beckoned her over for a
whispered conversation.
***
“You cheated so badly. And you got off - don’t deny it!”
“I won’t. I’ll concede you the moral victory if you want to back out
and go back.”
“Oh no you don’t. You can just stand there…and I don’t care if
you’re cold, don’t you dare put your clothes back on…and watch me.
But I’m changing the rules a little.”
“Whatever makes you happy.”
***
The blond grinned as they finished talking. She walked over
to Tony, hips swinging.
“It seems that my friend got you guys all hot and bothered, but wasn’t
thoughtful enough to take care of that little problem. So Chris, I
want you to get up and come over here. Don’t worry about the plane -
I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
She reached back and pulled her hair out of its ponytail,
letting it fall forward over her face, veiling its sharp angles and
wicked eyes. Then she quickly kicked off her shoes, unzipped her
jeans and struggled out of them, sighing in relief when she got them
off. She said over her shoulder to her friend,
“Remind me to wear looser clothes on the trip back.”
“Promise.”
She then slid off her white panties, baring smooth creamy-pink
skin and fuzzy blond hair, leaving herself dressed only in a long blue
shirt. She turned to Chris and unbuttoned his pants, unzipping the
fly and pulling them down a little to reveal his cock, fully erect.
She grinned at him, and said, “I think you can find a place to put
that” as she knelt down, facing away from him and towards Tony. She
then reached over to Tony, but he’d already pulled out his cock, and
offered it to her waiting mouth. She went down on it hard, and he
just closed his eyes and smiled as her head started bobbing up and
down, her hair shielding his lap from view.
Chris hesitated again, looking uncertainly at the dark-haired
girl leaning against the wall. She shrugged, and smiled at him. He
shook his head a little, then turned to his duffelbag, stowed securely
in a compartment. After poking through it a bit, he pulled out a
condom and put it on. I sort of thought that ruined the wildness of
it all, but Chris is British, and he’s the careful type. It didn’t
take him long to slide his cock into her waiting cunt, though. She
moaned at that, and then her head started moving faster, as Chris
quickly started moving back and forth, his arms curving around her
small body.
I looked at the naked dark-haired girl, but she shook her head
at me, hair waving a little in the air-conditioned breeze.
“Sorry, kid. I’ve got my own problems. Maybe next time.”
So I started jerking myself off in the corner. I was a little
embarassed at first, but the whole thing was so unreal, with these two
beautiful women coming out of nowhere, doing stuff that none of the
girls I knew would ever do, that I couldn’t stay embarassed for long.
I wated the blond’s head whipping back and forth as the three of them
moved faster and faster, Chris’s hands clenched tight around her small
breasts, then sliding over her ribs. Tony suddenly moaned, after
being completely silent for so long. Seconds later, Chris and the
girl suddenly stopped moving, and a sort of choked whimper came from
behind the curtain of her hair. The blond leaned back into Chris’s
arms and they stayed still for a little while. I was still jerking
myself off, and staring at the Hispanic girl’s breats, gently moving
up and down as she breathed, nipples still hard from the cold. I
guess she felt sorry for me, because a second later she was kneeling
in front of me and her mouth fell over my cock, sliding warmly down
its length. I came immediately, spilling cum into her mouth which she
swallowed almost eagerly. Nobody’d ever done that to me before.
They both got up and got dressed in silence. Then they turned
towards us just before opening the door.
“Well, guys? Who won?”
There was no way we could answer that question. A slightly
uncomfortable silence filled the small room. The blond shook her
head, smiled, and opened the door. She took her friend’s hand and
pulled her through. And they were gone.
***
“There’s no way we’ll settle the bet now.”
“Not after the way you cheated, anyway.”
“I, cheated? You cheated first.”
“Only a little. And I thought you had sworn yourself to celibacy.”
“Well, people change.”
“I guess so.”
“So what do we do about the bet?”
“There’s still all of London, you know.”
“That’s true. Hotel clerks, waiters…”
“Museum guards, theater ticket sellers…”
“And if we get bored, Scotsmen and their kilts aren’t far at all,
lassie…”
Her perfect Scots accent cracked me up, and we dissolved into
mutual hilarity. A British man across the aisle frowned at the noise,
no doubt thinking it improper at such a late hour. We laughed some
more at that, until she started yawning. It was only two more hours
to London, but that was enough time to catch a little sleep. She was
looking more relaxed than I’d seen her in weeks, despite being in a
small metal machine very far up over a very deep ocean. Maybe this
really had worked.
“You do have to promise me one thing.”
“Whatever makes you happy, babe.”
“When we talk about this, years from now, promise me no jokes about
cockpits?”
I grinned. “Promise.”