I was going through some older pics from five years ago when I found one of Johnny, my #2 Monkey. It brought back memories of a happy travel incident.
I’ve been traveling since two in the afternoon. Some ticket clerk overbooked the flight I was supposed to take, and instead of flying from Valdosta to JFK in New York I ended on a flight from Valdosta to La Guardia that left at 9:15 pm. I arrived there at 12:30 am or close to that. There were about twenty of us waiting for our bags at first. Mine were the last. I was standing there, trying to figure out what to do next when this pilot came out of the employees area. He was carrying one of those square bags pilots carry. He saw me and I guess I looked a little lost.
He approached me and asked me if I needed help. I told him I wasn’t familiar with La Guardia and was trying to get my bearings. We said a few more things to each other. We kept looking at each other as we talked. Suddenly he asked me if I had time for him to buy me a drink. I gave him a long look,,,I guess he got nervous. He said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to presume,,”
No,,please,,I don’t have to be anywhere fast, I told him. I’d love to have a drink with you. He looked typical pilot, blond, five o’clock shadow, great smile, and soft eyes. He took me to the airport lounge and we started chatting. He told me he was “#2 monkey”, his words,,or copilot. He said copilots really fly the planes,,the pilot is there to make love to the stewardesses and laughed. I just listened,,getting more and more aroused. I thought i’d be landing in JFK and going to my hotel in Manhattan. I was dressed in a black cocktail dress, low cut and was not wearing a bra or panties. We were sitting at the bar and very, very close. Suddenly,,I leaned over and gave him a kiss. Nothing big, but enough to stop him. He looked at me and said, “I don’t have to report back until tomorrow night, and you?” My simposium was tomorrow evening. I was free too. I told him. He paid the tab and took my arm. We got a taxi and he took me to a hotel close by. He got us a room and we went up to the room.
He opened a couple of scotches from the mini-bar. We were drinking and eyeing each other. We lowered our glasses and he took me in his arms. He kissed me and as he did he felt my back and front, my tits and down to my legs. Then he took the straps on my dress and pulled them down. My dress fell to the floor and I was standing naked in front of this gorgeous stranger. I started to tremble some.
He quickly undressed and started to kiss me again. His skin was hot. It felt like it was on fire. I was the one on fire.
He picked me up and took me to the bed. He gently opened my legs and started to lick my clit. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I cummed and my juices started to flow out. He climbed up and entered my hot, wet pussy. He was big, not huge, just more than average. He started slow,,almost made me cry to go faster, but, he knew what he was doing. Soon, I had my legs far up by his shoulder blades and my feet locked. Every time he pushed my bell I gave a little mewl like a little pussy wanting it’s mama. After fifteen minutes or so, I felt his face bury itself in my neck and with a cry he said, “I’m sorry pretty, I can’t hold on.” and I felt this hot flood in my pussy. I gave it all too. It was so good.
And I wanted more. I pushed him over and got on my knees next to him. I started to lick and suck his cock and play with his balls, I wanted him to be ready for me again. He started to get hard again and after a few minutes I climbed on and had my pussy lips rubbing his cock. Every time i went down, he went up, and we met somewhere in the middle. We both cumed at the same time. Only, this time i squirted. He licked that.
We went like that all night. In the morning he got me a cab and sent me to my hotel. We hooked up several months later and every so often after that. I get horny thinking about him.