The Airplane Seatmate

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It was about 10pm when I boarded the plane from San Diego headed to Chicago. I was headed to a three-day tech conference.

Although a series of life events had allowed me to retire from work in my mid-40s, I liked to keep abreast of some of the new developments in the software tech I had used in my prior job. It had become more of a hobby than work at this point.

This red eye flight would get me in to the Windy City around 4:30am. I figured I could catch a few hours of sleep before the conference registration desk opened.

I was stuck in economy class as the flight was surprisingly fully booked. Economy wasn't bad for a quick flight, but I would have preferred more room on this late night trip so that I could have stretched out and maybe gotten a few winks of sleep. I luckily had secured an aisle seat at least, giving me a chance to occasionally stretch my legs. So far, more and more people streamed in and the window seat next to me remained empty.

I took a moment to message my kids good night. I figured they should be asleep by now but would see the message when they awoke. I then messaged my wife Katie a sweet note addressed to her and our live-in girlfriend Reagan (we live as a throuple).

The flight attendant announced that the doors had closed, and for everyone to take their seats so we could depart. The last few people were shuffling down the aisle and it was looking more likely that I would have some extra elbow room.

But no such luck. The last person in line was a short black girl in her mid-20s with wavy shoulder-length hair. She looked up at the seat numbers and when she got to my row she gestured towards the empty seat and said "That's me..."

She then struggled to lift her roller bag into the overhead bin. Her ample chest was close enough to my face that I could clearly smell her strawberry body wash. Her outstretched arms lifted her shirt, exposing a toned midriff accented with a diamond belly button ring. An overstuffed bag and her short stature didn't mix.

"Here let me help you!" I offered.

"Thank you so much!" she replied, a bit embarrassed that she was the obvious laggard holding up our departure.

I shuffled the bags and got her lavender-colored suitcase crammed in enough that the bin could close.

She stepped in to take her seat and I noted that her ass was as ample as her chest. She was very curvaceous for such a short girl.

We buckled our seatbelts and she seemed to be a bit less flustered. Soon we taxied and lifted off, heading Northeast towards Chicago.

Soon the flight attendants dimmed the cabin lights. A few passengers quickly dozed off. The others silently toyed with their phones taking advantage of the in-flight messaging.

I checked my own phone and found a good night message from my wife. I adjusted the headrest and slowly drifted off to a light sleep.

I am not quite sure how long it was before I was awakened by the chime of a smartphone notification. My seatmate quickly fumbled with her phone to put it in silent mode.

The glow of her phone screen pierced through the darkness. I was groggy but her screen was in my direct line of sight. I unconsciously read her conversation.

"Hey bitch, did you make your flight?"

"Yeah I was the last one on!" she replied.

"A lot of people?"

"Yeah it's full"

"You get a good seat?" her messenger asked.

"Window. Next to some fine ass white dude." she replied.

At this point she was obviously talking about me as I was the only one next to her. I had to keep reading!

"Oh you like that I bet."

"Yeah he helped me with my bag. Whole damsel in distress thing."

"Haha, yeah girl. Go join the mile high club!"

"Ewww you are such a slut! I don't want my first time to be in a tiny dirty airplane bathroom."

"LOL, whatever. Give him a handjob at least!"

"Stop..." she protested.

"What?"

"He probably doesn't even like black girls"

"I told you, you gotta stop fantasizing about the white boys. Just get yourself a black king"

"Nah, I'm good. I just want a white dude. I'll wait for the right one."

With that she changed the subject to something else mundane and I disappointedly drifted back to sleep shortly afterwards. I slept until I was jostled by a passing beverage cart. I ordered a ginger ale, and noticed my seat mate had fallen asleep at some point.

She stayed asleep right up until we landed. The jet hit the runway with a few bounces which caused her to wake up. She looked around a bit dazed before realizing we had arrived in Chicago.

After we came to a stop at the jetway, I hopped up and got her bag for her. I grabbed my own bag and waited to deboard. I gave her a polite goodbye in the jetway and made my way to the rIdeshare pickup area. I ordered an Uber for my ride to the hotel near the convention center. I checked my Marriot app but found that my electronic key was not yet ready. I would have to make a stop at the front desk.

After waiting a good 15 minutes my Uber arrived and took me to the hotel. The driver was way too chatty for 5:00am.

I grabbed my bag and made my way to the front desk. It was early in the morning and apparently they were suffering from the same staff shortages as everyone else. There was one receptionist working the desk with two people in front of me.

I pulled out my phone to get my reservation information. As I did another individual stepped in line behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a lavender suitcase. I looked up and sure enough it was my seatmate from the airplane. Was she attending the same conference as me?

She smiled and shyly said "Hello again!". She then turned away and began typing on her phone.

I strained to see and could barely make out what she typed.

"Girl, you up?"

There was a pause, but luckily the check in line was not moving. The person being attended to had an issue with their reservation.

I turned back towards the girl from the airplane, taking a casual step to one side so I had a better angle towards her screen.

"Uhh, yes lucky for you I had to get up to pee. Do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, but he is here at the same hotel I am."

"Who is?"

"The dude from the plane!" she replied.

"Ok, so?"

"Should I flirt with him ... or is that stupid."

"Well do you wanna get laid?"

Just then my phone chimed. I had been freed from check in purgatory and my electronic key had been issued.

I stepped closer to her and whispered "If you need help with your luggage from a 'fine ass white dude' I am apparently in room 3704."

She looked confused for a second, and then mortified with embarrassment. She realized I had read her entire conversation.

I winked at her and headed toward the bank of elevators. The elevator whisked me up to the 37th floor. I made my way to my room and let myself in. I set my suitcase down and looked around. The room was neutral in color, with grayish tan walls and dark gray carpet. But the real attraction was the view of the city. A light gray couch and floor lamp sat in front of the huge floor to ceiling window.

I kicked off my shoes and grabbed a fresh set of boxer briefs and a t-shirt from my suitcase. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. It was good to get the imagined grime of air travel off me.

I plopped down on the king bed and realized doing a red eye flight was probably a dumb idea. I wasn't at all tired right now, but I was pretty sure it would hit me like a wall of bricks later.

I flipped on the television and browsed aimlessly through the channels. I would stop every few channels and watch for a few minutes. Not finding it engaging, I would carry on.

A little after 6:30am I heard a soft tap at the door. I got up and made my way to the door and cracked open. Standing there in all of her barely 4'10" height was my airplane seatmate.

I opened the door fully. "Do you need help with your luggage?" I teased in a whispered voice so as to not disturb other rooms in the hall.

"No, but I need to ask why you read my conversation." she said with slight annoyance.

"Well, I didn't mean to. But I read what you said about being seated 'next to a fine ass white dude', realized you were talking about me, and figured I deserved to know what you were saying about me.

She was silent for a moment, before saying "Are you going to invite me in or do we have to stay in the hallway and whisper?"

I smiled and dramatically bowed for her entry.

She shook her head and stepped in. "You are such a dork!"

I closed the door as she made her way across the room. She was in the same shorts and shirt she had been wearing in the plane.

"Damn, you have a nice view! Are you here for the symposium? My company apparently sprung for the cheapest rooms of the hotel. My view ain't nothing like this!" she exclaimed as she leaned with one knee on the sofa.

"Yeah, I am but I paid for my own room." I said moving in a little closer.

She reached out and took my hand pulling me closer so I was pressed against her round ass. I wrapped my arms around her toned stomach.

Her diminutive height meant her head was below my chin. She tilted it back, looking up at me. She bit her bottom lip, just staring at me for a moment.

She then looked down at my hands and gently touched my wedding band. She whispered "I shouldn't but..."

I kissed her forehead, "she is okay with it, don't worry!"

Her face brightened and she ground her round butt back against me. She had obviously felt me stiffening as I held her.

I turned her around and placed my hands on her ass. She jumped up and wrapped her toned legs around me. I felt her tits pressed against me. Her mouth met mine and we fervorously kissed.

Her hand clasped behind my head as she kissed with bottled up energy. She loudly gasped and panted as she broke free. "Wow! I never imagined my first kiss would be that intense."

"Wait, your first kiss?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, I am a true virgin. I never even dated in high school or college. I was a nerd, too focused on my grades and gymnastics. My friends teased me and asked if I was a lesbian or a nun."

I turned and laid her back on the bed. I tugged on the waistband of her mint green shorts. She lifted her ass off the bed and I pulled them off. Her peach flowered panties came off with them.

There exposed before me was her virgin pussy. It appeared to be freshly shorn of any public hair. Her outer labia were chocolate in color with just a tiny amount of her pink clit peeking out.

She sat up and roughly grabbed my own waistband and tugged down my underwear as I shed my t-shirt.

My cock sprang free, at full length and hardness.

"Holy fuck!" she exclaimed as she grabbed it in her hands.

"My friend said white guys had small dicks! She is so fucking wrong. This thing is thick."

She looked up at me sweetly as she reached under her shirt and unfastened her bra. She pulled it off but left her shirt on.

She lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide. It was obvious she wanted to skip the foreplay.

With her legs in the air and her ankles on my shoulders, I positioned the head of my throbbing penis against her labia and pushed.

I found her pussy impenetrably tight. I pushed harder but my cock was unable to Çorum Escort (http://www.corumescortbayan.com) make forward progress.

She looked up at me worriedly, "I am sorry, am I doing something wrong?"

"Love, just relax. I will get it in there regardless, but try not to worry."

I rubbed my shaft against her swollen clit and she gyrated her hips against me.

"Mmmmm I like that feeling... " she sighed quietly.

I gently parted her chocolate pussy lips with my fingers, revealing her pink interior. I then used my other hand to perfectly line up my cock with her tight tunnel.

I pushed with every ounce of strength I could muster and I felt the tip make progress. Her eyes grew big and I knew she was feeling it too.

I continued pushing, and inched slowly inside. My head was now being squeezed by a steaming hot vagina. As I pushed deeper, I felt the moisture increasing.

"Ohhhhhh fuck, you are fucking huge." she moaned.

I kept pushing until I was feeling embedded in her tightness. I then pulled slowly back before plowing forward again. She lifted her head and watched my white cock plow her dark pussy over and over.

"Mmmmm, I don't care what my friend says. I love this. I love white cock. I fucking love it." she moaned.

I picked up pace with my thrusting as her pussy became more compliant and slick.

She stretched and grabbed her shorts which laying on the bed next to us. As I fucked her she fished her phone from the back pocket.

"Take a video of it... a video of your sexy white cock fucking me." she requested, handing me the phone.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yes, this moment -- my first time having sex -- only happens once in my life and I want to be able to relive the amazing things you are about to do to me." she said with a playful giggle.

I laughed "Okay, if you say so." I withdrew my cock from her pussy and pressed record. I slid back in her, and focused the shot on my cock plowing her tightness.

She smiled and I could tell she was getting a bit turned on by the exhibition. As I thrust harder and deeper her tits bounced under her shirt. Her moans grew louder and her tight pussy became slicker.

I widened my camera angle slowly and soon her whole petite body was in view. She blew a sassy kiss to the camera and then teasingly pulled up her shirt. She revealed a set of perfectly formed DD globes with large dark areola and centered by large stiff nipples. She deftly pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She then cupped those gorgeous breasts in her hands.

I continued thrusting into her as her phone recorded. She looked absolutely amazing getting fucked by me and felt even more amazing.

Then without warning she completed her finishing move. She clenched her pelvic muscles while simultaneously lifting her left breast and running her tongue over her nipple.

I had all I could do not to drop the phone, but held on tight. I let out a loud primal groan and emptied a multi-shot load deep into her womb. She arched her back and I felt wetness flood over me as she let out a load moan of pure ecstacy. I focused the phone on her face as she came. I then panned to my thick cock as I slowly withdrew from her tight vagina. My cum spilled out between her pussy lips.

She scooped her fingers in between her pussy lips and looked at the mess I made.

I stopped recording and set the camera on the bed. I let her legs relax and leaned down to kiss her.

She gently kissed me back. "You are amazing! Can we skip the conference and just have fun in bed the whole time?" she playfully suggested. Suddenly she started laughing.

I looked at her a bit confused. "Sorry, I just realized we had the most amazing sex and you didn't even know my name. I am Mya -- yeah like the R