Message-ID: <5021eli$9710201233@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Bookman Archives Subject: RP: The High Plane mf, mmf, oral, bi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <344A756F.55BB@wolfenet.com> (Note: I am not the author, only the archivist. The author's name has come detached from this story. If you are the author, please email me. I like to see writers get credit for their work. The following story deals with explicit sex. If you're not old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it. Scram.) The High Plane My lover Steven was, how shall I say, an opportunist when it came to lovemaking. Our seven years together provided some of the most exciting and unusual sexual experiences I've encountered. Adventurous, secure and committed in our relationship, we reveled in experimenting with various games and scenarios. One of the more memorable was my initiation into the "mile high" club. Steven and I worked for the same company, so it wasn't unusual for both of us to attend various meetings or conventions. We had been to such a meeting in Dallas and was taking the late flight back to Atlanta. As soon as the 'fasten seatbelt' light went off, Steven had headed to the restroom. When he came back, he leaned over and whispered, "Did you know there isn't a soul in first class?" I looked up from my book and into his blue eyes. "I guess we could have asked for an upgrade, I didn't think about it. There's plenty of room here though, the flight isn't near full." His eyes twinkled, "Not for what I'm thinking of; I'll be right back." I watched his 6' frame move up the aisle and disappear behind the curtain into first class. The curtains didn't come completely back together and I could see him talking to the steward. My curiousity increased when I saw Steven remove his money clip from his pocket and hand several bills over to the steward. I looked around to see if anyone else in coach was taking notice, but most were taking advantage of the quiet night flight and were sleeping. In a few minutes Steven strolled nonchalontly back down the aisle and casually took his seat. "Are you going to tell me what that was all about?" I asked. "What do you mean?" he innocently inquired. "I saw you hand some money over to the steward in first class, what are you up to?" Steven grinned, "It's a surprise, just read your book." I tried giving him my best mock-stern look. "Steven, what are you up to?" "I just saw an opportunity and thought I'd make the best of it," he replied. My pulse quickened. Steven's favorite term for a new type of sexual encounter was opportunity. I decided to let him play the scene out as he wanted and returned, in a somewhat distracted fashion, to my book. Steven placed his hand on my thigh and began moving it up under my skirt. His fingers moved past my silk stockings and to the bare skin of my upper thigh. Without looking away from my book, I shifted in my seat enough to part my legs slightly. I could feel the air hit my bare outer lips. I knew I was already getting wet. Steven shifted a bit in his seat, leaned over towards me, inserted two fingers easily inside me and whispered, "I want you to go to the restroom up in the front. When you come out, go into first class and wait for me." He probed me deeper with his fingers, then removed them and settled back into his seat. I got up and started past him towards the restroom. Steven motioned for me to lean down. "Here," he whispered, "put these on." He slipped something into the pocket of my jacket and picked up a magazine and began to thumb through it casually. I made my way unsteadily to the restroom and shut the door behind me. Surprising how business-like and composed I appeared in the mirror. I put my hand in my pocket and withdrew a set of nipple clamps. Smiling, I put them on and tightened them until I could feel them pinching down on each nipple, giving me that tantalizing pleasure/pain sensation. I adjusted my mid-thigh black skirt, straightened the shawl collar of my white silk blouse, letting my fingers linger momentarily on my restrained left nipple, and exited the restroom. No one even noticed as I slipped through the curtains into first class, removed my jacket and took a seat in the center of the section. Breathlessly, I waited for Steven to join me. In a few moments I heard the curtains rustling behind me and turned to see Steven enter first class. He took the seat beside me. Silently, he took my face in his hands and kissed me, slow, lingering, gentle, then probing. I could feel the desire welling up inside me. He released me from the kiss and gazed into my eyes for a moment. "We've never made love on an airplane before, you okay with this?" I nodded my head in response. He drew one side of the collar of the blouse back and stared at the tightly clamped nipple and smiled. He leaned over and ran his tongue around the outside of the nipple and then across the restrained nipple itself. I breathed in sharply. "I'm glad I didn't pack those," he said and tugged on the chain just a bit. He took my hand in his and guided it to the bulge in his pants. I caressed it tenderly. "Mmmmmm," he moaned softly, "that feels good, but what I'd really like is to feel your mouth on me, will you do that for me?" I nodded, "Whatever you want, Baby." He slid off his shoes and removed his pants and shorts, draping them across the seat in front of us. His cock was already hard and erect. I got on my knees in the floor in front of him and took him in my hands. Steven leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes, a slight smile on his face. I let my tongue explore the length of him and then circled the tip. Then hungrily I took him into my mouth. I have always loved sucking Steven, feeling him grow in my mouth, tasting him, feeling the texture of him against my lips, my tongue, the inside of my mouth. But the sensation in the moving aircraft was incredible. The motion of the plane, combined with the feel of his cock in my mouth, was wildly exciting. My hands moved over his balls and his stomach and then began to move over his shaft as I worked him in and out of my mouth. His hands were in my hair, pulling me on him. As my pace quickened, I could feel the cool chain between the clamps brushing my skin, the wetness between my legs beginning to trickle down my thighs. I was sucking him hard now, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat each time I moved down on him. I couldn't wait to feel him explode in my mouth, feeling that hot burst and tasting him so completely. But just as I felt him ready, he pulled my face away from him. Moaning, I looked up into his eyes with a pleading look. He shook his head. "No, Baby, only one place I want to do that tonight and that's inside you." He guided me up on my feet. Running his hands over the outside of my thighs, he pushed my skirt up around my waist, revealing my glistening hairless sex, juices now running down into the tops of my stockings. He put his hands flat on my cheeks and pulled me towards him. Placing one knee on either side of him, I straddled his erect cock and leaned over for a passionate kiss. I felt unsteady, moving slightly with the motion of the plane. Steven unbuttoned my blouse and laid it with his pants. The chain on the clamps swung gently back and forth. He tasted each breast as he moved to settle me on him. I reached down and parted my lips, opening myself fully, offering myself to him. In one motion he entered me, and I moaned his name aloud as I felt him hit my wall. We stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling. Then he grabbed my hips and began to move me up and down. The motion of the plane and the feel of him inside me was overwhelming. I wanted him hard. I extended my arms over my head and pressed my hands against the overhead compartment to maintain my balance and started to move. "Yes, that's it," he murmured, "You want it, don't you?" "Oh, yes, Steven, I want it, fuck me hard, Baby." I gave into nothing but the feel of him inside me. Head thrown back, chest arched, eyes closed, steadying myself against the overhead compartment, we pounded against each other. He was biting my nipples protruding from between the clamps, hands on my ass tightly, fingers digging into my flesh. I could feel a climax beginning to build. He ran one finger between my cheeks and I moved faster. I felt a finger separate my cheeks and circle my opening. As the first wave began to wash over me, he inserted a finger in my anus and I could feel myself open, then quickly close around it. I was cumming with an incredible force when I felt him shoot inside me, two, three, four hot streams penetrated me. My arms dropped around his neck as I collapsed against him and pulled him close. "I love you, Steven." "I love you," he responded, in a somewhat raspy voice. It was then that I opened my eyes and saw the man standing just inside the curtain, trousers unzipped, stiff cock in his hand. He was watching us intently as he stroked himself. I gasped and scrambled to get behind the seatback where he couldn't see me. Steven turned and looked at the man who still had not moved. Although he was no longer stroking, he still had his cock in his hand and was looking at us inquisitively, but without alarm. "Can I help you?" Steven asked somewhat saracastically. "I don't know, but I hope so," the man responded. "I'm sorry for intruding, but I glanced through the curtain as I was coming out of the restroom and couldn't help but take advantage of the wonderful view I was afforded. I'm afraid I got quite carried away with it," he said, glancing down at his still erect cock. He smiled in an embarrassed, offhanded fashion. For whatever reason, no one panicked at the obviously embarrassing situation we all found ourselves in. As we looked at each other, the tension in the cabin seemed to dissipate to a degree. After a long, awkward moment, the man spoke again. "I don't suppose either of you would be interested in helping me finish what I've started with your inspiration, would you?" Either of you. The thought blazed through my brain like a bullet. Steven and I had often discussed his having the experience of sucking a cock. The evening was, it seemed, filled with opportunities. Before Steven could say a word I responded. "How about if both of us did?" Steven looked at me first in shock, then with understanding as to what I was alluding to. He looked unsure for a moment. After all, we'd also discussed, without resolution, whether we could ever actually act on this fantasy. He seemed to consider all of this for a moment, then looked at the man. "Well?" he asked. Without a word, the man moved toward us, hands at his sides now, but obviously excited at the prospect. "Is this okay?" he asked, motioning to the seat across the aisle from us. Steven nodded. He unbuckled his pants and lowered them and his boxers down to the floor before taking a seat. With a final look at each other, Steven and I got up and moved across the aisle and to our knees in front of the man. Words were not necessary. How many times had we talked about how it would be for me to teach him what I so loved doing to him. How he would mimic my moves, my tongue and lips touching his as we both touched another. As I placed my hand on this stranger's cock, Steven smiled and did the same with his own hand. We began slowly, I moving my tongue along the shaft, Steven following suit. They mingled as we reached the top and stayed close as we worked our way back down to the tip. I kissed the tip with my lips and Steven did the same, our own lips coming together for a moment on either side. I wrapped my mouth around the first inch, sucking slightly as I moved back off of him. The man moaned as I released him and Steven took the same inch into his own mouth. I placed my hand on the back of Steven's head, indicating he could take more and he eagerly accepted the invitation. I watched with fascination and love as my man worked more of the cock into his mouth, two inches, three, four, until he had taken all of him. I leaned over and licked around the outside of Steven's mouth, now firmly sucking on this other man. I licked and kissed along the man's balls. He was completely lost in the sensations, head back, moaning, but never taking his eyes off of the sight in front of him. Steven slowly released him and I took him immediately and began to move him in and out of my mouth while Steven kissed the side of my face and the man's balls as he had seen me do. I could tell this man wasn't going to last much longer and I wanted to be sure Steven got the full experience. I moved the man out of my mouth and Steven took him again. With our fingers intertwined our hands moved with Steven's mouth and as I felt the plane start our descent into Atlanta, we began this man's ascent to climax. Steven was sucking him hard now, lost in the experience, wanting the payoff. Our motion got faster and I could feel the man's balls tightening. As he released his first shot I could tell by the look on my lover's face that he was feeling the shot hit his throat, that familiar stream of heat gushing in him. As the cum dripped out from around his lips, I kissed his mouth, tasting this stranger as I did. As Steven released the cock for the final time, he leaned over and kissed me tenderly, tastes melding together. "I love you, Steven." "I love you, Baby, unspeakably." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /