Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2002 18:41:40 -0700 From: eaeiii@att.net Subject: Vacation-36 -uthor's note: Steve's great airplane idea lies here. I hope he likes it. I liked writing it. The puddle-jumper plane belched John and me into DFW Airport. Thinking about it, it was truly amazing. This airport had a bigger population than my hometown. John and I had thoroughly enjoyed fucking Wanda, the attendant on our last flight. Watching her suck off the co-pilot while we fucked her was an added bonus. I'm glad the pilot stayed at his assigned station. Our luggage was checked on to Minneapolis, so the two of us only had to kill about three hours until the next flight. Our boarding passes had been issued to us before the puddle jump. I wanted to sit down and have a soda. John decided to go to a newsstand and find something to read for the three-hour flight to the north woods. After waiting in line and paying $2.50 for a 75 cent soda, I sat on one of the long benches that had five or six little tables lined up in front of it. The table to my right was empty. The table to my left had the cutest guy sitting there. I think he was about my age. He was slim. Maybe 5'9" and weighed maybe 135 pounds. His hair was a sandy color. His brown bedroom eyes were a real turn-on. He was wearing tight Levis, an open shirt that showed a smooth chest, and a sweater. A heavy jacket sat beside him on the bench. "Hi," I said to him. "Hi." "Where are you going?", I followed up. "Minneapolis." "Me, too," came my response, trying to get something more than one word out of him. "My name's Tim." "Hi," again. "I want to suck your cock," I thought before I told him that I went to school in Minneapolis with my roommate who I had been visiting for Thanksgiving vacation. John walked up with his book purchase and a soda as I was finishing explaining why I was there. He looked at John and said "Hi, my name's Frank. Then he stood up and walked into the terminal. Bummer! John and I burned the time until our flight was to board. We talked about our vacation. We shared our initial reservations followed by our glee at being introduced to a world of uninhibited sex. We took the time to admire people walking by, and wondered how they might do in an erotic encounter with us. Chickens that we were, we didn't pursuer anyone. We talked about John coming to my home for Christmas vacation, and inviting Bob to join us. Finally, time to board the flight to Minneapolis. We assembled and funneled into the airplane as instructed by the announcements. John had been assigned a window seat. I was on the aisle. There was an empty seat between us. We agreed that, depending on who showed up, we would either keep our seat assignments, or I would scoot over to the middle seat. Guess who showed up! Frank. Moving over didn't even cross my mind as Frank threw a backpack in the overhead bin and stepped across my legs to the middle seat. That cute little butt moved across my line of vision just inches from my mouth. Yummy thoughts passed through my mind as I felt my cock begin to stir. Frank plopped himself into the middle seat. "Hi," John and I said simultaneously. "Hi, again," Frank replied turning to John and smiling. I could tell that Frank liked John better than me. Probably those bedroom eyes. John kept trying to draw me into their conversation, but Frank kept his eyes glued on John's face. We found out that Frank attended the University of Minnesota, as did we. He lived in south Texas, as did John. They lived about fifty miles from each other. The two of them traded tales of acclimating to the cold Minnesota weather. I smiled to myself. It was only Thanksgiving and they were cold. Wait until January! The door was closed and everyone was instructed to turn off his or her cell phones and computers under penalty of death. We got the "seatback in its full and upright position" speech. If someone tried to hijack the plane we were to remain calm while cramming their grenades up their asses before throwing them out the door at 35,000 feet and pulling the pin on their way out. As the plane began its rumble down the runway I turned to look out the window. Frank had his hand on John's knee. Ah! Frank is a friendly guy! As the plane rotated to leap into the air, Frank's hand moved up John's leg. Must have been the change in gravity! John reached over and lifted Frank's elbow to put the armrest between them into its upright position. As he released Frank's elbow, Frank's hand moved closer to John crotch. My cock was struggling to get into its upright position, but was constrained by my Levis. Moving my eyes to my crotch, I used both hands to get my cock into an upright position from its doubled-over position. Ah! That felt good. Before looking back to my left, I glanced to my right. My eyes fell on a beautiful brunette sitting on the aisle seat across from me. Her eyes were glued beyond my crotch to John's. I noticed that she was sitting alone in her row. She was younger than thirty, well-built, and was wearing a tight sweater that showed off her beautiful breasts. Her skirt was shorter than hell. I looked back to my left. Frank had his hand on John's zipper and was slowly working it down. John was moving his hips and ass to let Frank succeed in his task. John's hand was now on Frank's crotch, and was beginning its own efforts on Frank's zipper. The "Fasten Seat Belt" light was still on. I was enjoying this show and thinking that the light would stay on for at least ten or fifteen more minutes until we reached the cruising altitude. There should be no danger of interruption from people in the aisle. I looked back to my right. The brunette met my eyes this time. She smiled. She reached into the seat beside her and grabbed a paper bag. She reached into the bag and pulled out a banana. She turned back to me, meeting my eyes again, and smiled. Then she moved her eyes back to the developing scene to my left. "How about a blanket?," came a question from above my right shoulder. Turning, I saw a female flight attendant opening the bin above my head. She pulled out a blanket. Handing it to me, she nodded her head toward John and Larry and suggested, "Use this. We don't want any of the other passengers becoming upset. Too much paperwork." I grinned at her and asked if I could have a blanket, too. John and Frank were oblivious to this exchange. Each had the other's cock out giving gentle strokes. The flight attendant turned sharply to her right. I heard the brunette across the aisle ask for a blanket too. I unfolded the first blanket and put it over the two crotches to my left. The two of them paid it no attention. I began to laugh silently, watching their fists push the blanket up, and watching the blanket fall. Anyone walking by would have to be a Nun or an idiot to not have any idea of what was going on in the seats to my left. They were really doing a sensuous job on each other. Slow stroking. They had their heads turned and were staring into each other's eyes. I was pretty hot, and put the other blanket over my crotch. I unbuttoned my Levis, and unbuckled my belt. It sure felt good to let my engorged cock out if its constraints. I looked back to my right. The brunette had partially peeled the banana. She had opened her blanket and put it over her lap. She was sucking on the banana, just like she would suck on a cock. Pumping the banana into her mouth, she kept shoving it deeper into her throat. She moved her head back a little to let it slide into her mouth. As she pushed it into her mouth, she pushed the peel farther down with her lips. I was staring at her. She was hotter than hell. The brunette slowly pulled the banana from her mouth, giving the end of it a flick with her tongue. She looked back at me. Smiling, she turned to her right again and reached into her purse. I watched her pull out a dildo. A huge dildo. This thing was at least fourteen inches long and seven inches around. It had a pair of huge gonads hanging on the end. She lifted the business end of the dildo to her lips and gave it a flick with her tongue. I watched, fascinated. Then she began to go down on the dildo, liberally covering it with her saliva. She was still holding the banana in her other hand. I swear she was taking nine inches of this plastic monster into her mouth. My hand began stroking my cock more vigorously under my blanket, not taking my eyes off the brunette and her dildo. She slowly began to pull the monster plastic cock from her mouth. When she had it out in front of her, she gave the end of it another flick with her tongue. Spittle was dripping from it as she moved it down to her crotch and began to put it up between her legs. I could see her knees widen as the dildo began its penetration. She turned back to me, and looked my squarely in the eyes. I saw her eyes move for a moment to whatever might be going on to my left. I really wasn't interested. Moving her eyes back to mine, she moved her head to indicate the seat next to her. Quicker than you can say "Quaker Oats" I was out of my seat and moving across the aisle. My cock was erect. The blanket hung from it. I made sure it was pointed at the front of the plane. From the back it looked like my pants were up - I hoped. I moved across the brunette's spread knees and plopped into the seat next to her. Her right hand immediately straightened the blanket hanging from my cock, and then wrapped itself around my horny tool. Using my left hand, I moved under her blanket and took over the stroking of the dildo. She had about half of it in her. Her knees were spread as wide as she could get them. With each stroke I shoved that dildo a little bit more up her spread pussy. Her hand on my cock was sensuous. She sure knew how to handle a cock. With each upstroke she massaged my glans with her thumb, using it to spread the precum around the head of my cock. We were staring into each other's eyes, giving pleasure. The brunette still had the banana in her hand. She lifted it to her lips again, and began the deep sucking on it she had demonstrated minutes earlier. As the plane began to level at cruising altitude she grabbed my left wrist and began to pull it back, causing the dildo to move from her body. I tried to resist this. She pulled the banana from her mouth and whispered, "Trust me. You will like this." I stopped resisting and let her pull my wrist and the full fourteen inches of the dildo from her pussy. She took the dildo from my hand, and handed me the banana with the other. Pulling the peeling the rest of the way off the banana she whispered to me again, "shove the whole thing up my cunt." She continued the sensuous stroking on my cock as I began to push the banana up her well-lubricated pussy. It slid in smoothly. I could feel her muscles pulling the last inch or so into her when we heard a ding and the captain announce that everyone was free to move about the cabin. "Oh, shit. That's the end of that," I thought. "Tuck yourself in and follow me," she instructed. Standing, the brunette stood and headed toward the back of the plane as I fumbled with myself beneath the blanket. Pulling my zipper up without hurting myself, but with an obvious bulge in my Levis, I buckled my belt and figured screw the button. As I stood I looked at John and Frank. Their blanket was still bouncing. Now, they were trading gentle kisses. John caught my eye and winked. I headed down the aisle toward the back of the plane just in time to see the brunette disappear into one of the restrooms. I guess we had moved faster than the average tourist with a weak bladder. I got to the bay of restrooms before anyone else had assembled. The brunette looked out at me and beckoned for me to join her inside the cramped space. Facing me, pulling and latching the door with one hand, she used the other to open my belt and pull my zipper down. The space was cramped, but she moved her ass up on the edge of the sink. "Start slow and then fuck my brains out," she whispered as she guided my throbbing organ to her hungry pussy with both of her hands. I let her pull my cock to the entrance to her fuck hole as I slid my hands up inside her sweater to her beautiful breasts.. She rubbed my cock up and down over her clit for a moment or so before she began to pull it into her. I complied with her physical instructions, and soon felt my cock sliding up one side of the banana that was already inhabiting her. My pants were around my ankles, and she moved one hand around to my ass. I could feel her finger begin to work its way up my own love tunnel as I worked my hungry cock up hers. With each thrust I pounded in another inch of my cock. I could feel the stiffness of the banana near the head of my cock, and could feel it beginning to turn to mush near its base. By the time I had my cock all the way in, our pubic hairs were brushing, we were kissing deeply and sensuously, and the banana mush was beginning to leak from her and run down both of our legs. I brought one hand down to our joined crotches, scooped up a little banana mush, and moved my hand back up under her sweater to tease her nipple. Then I used the other hand to do the same with the other nipple. The intensity of my pounding increased, as did hers. Banana was flowing down her legs in rivers as I shot a huge load. My cum joined the banana mush while I was still spurting into her vagina. There was just too much in there to hold any more. Both spent, we kissed deeply. I sat on the toilet seat and ate cum and banana from her dripping pussy. Banana cream pie! She would lean over periodically and I would share the contents of my mouth with her. Then I would drop my head to her pussy again and continue my cleanup. Given the cramped space, I had to use paper towels to clean us both below our knees. When we were as clean as we could get, I stood and we got our clothes ready to leave the restroom and face the rest of the airplane. We exchanged another deep kiss. Finishing, I said, "I'm Tim." She kissed me again and whispered, "Nice to meet you, Tim." She turned, unlatched the door, and began her trip up the aisle. No name! Following like a puppy dog, I held the door for the next person in line, elbowed my way past the rest of the line, and followed the brunette up the aisle. When I got to our row, she was already seated and buckled in. I began to step over her knees when she said, "Isn't that your seat over there?" pointing back to my original seat. "Yes." Disappointed, I turned left and took my originally assigned seat. John and Frank must have brought each other to orgasm. They both had their pants up and zipped. They had reclined their seat backs and were staring into each other's eyes. I looked back to my right, and brunette had pulled out a book and was reading. I leaned back and relaxed for the rest of the flight. We got to MSP, and the brunette took off like a rocket. John and Frank gave each other a brief squeeze. They didn't even trade phone numbers! What the hell! I had been on a Thanksgiving Vacation that would leave me with a smile on my face for the rest of my life. Author's note: This is the end of "Thanksgiving Vacation". It was my first shot at writing anything of a sexual nature. I had a lot of fun writing it, and truly appreciated the feedback and suggestions I received from those of you who read it and took the time to write. Please forgive any inconsistencies you may have found with names. I will try to correct those with an edited update to Nifty. As to ownership, I own the rights to all episodes of this story under US copyright laws. Please don't be a jerk and rip any of it off and pretend it is your own. It isn't yours. It's mine. The entire tale is one of fiction. I made it all up. It did make me horny making it up. I hope it made you horny reading it. If you liked reading my tale, I would appreciate hearing from you at eaeiii@att.net. If you didn't like it, please write the Pope, not me. _______________________________________________________ I'm would love some suggestions for story lines. If you have an idea, let me know. 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