Chapter 48

“Well Peter, did that satisfy your desire to get your prick sucked on an airplane, or do I have to do it again and again until I get it right?”

Peter laughed at Lisa, “I think once is enough for the time being. I about died when I looked up and saw Lucy Lovelace standing there in the aisle with a hot towel and a glass of champagne. That gal is something else again.”

Lisa giggled at Peter, “She sure is. She didn’t even blink when she handed me the towel. I’ll bet she’s a lot of fun to be with on a trip. I wonder if she’s any relation to Linda Lovelace?” Peter didn’t reply to her conjecture, but instead looked at Lisa.

“Listen, Lisa. How would you like to get laid on an airplane? I’m still horny and I’d like to fuck you!”

“I’d like that just fine, thank you sir, but don’t you think these seats are just a little cramped for a quick fuck, or even a long slow screw?”

“Not here, this is too crowded, but if we go to the rest room, there’s plenty of room to make love, if you know how.”

Intrigued, Lisa nodded her head. “Lead me to your rest room sir, and do what you will with me. I feel the need to be ravished.”

Peter laughed at her victorian voice and standing, led her to the rest rooms at the rear of the compartment. Finding a vacant sign on one door, he pulled it open and entered, leading Lisa by the hand, then closed the door behind them. Sliding the latch to the locked position turned on the light in the tiny compartment.

He gathered Lisa in his arms and kissed her, tongue slithering inside her hot mouth as his hands pulled her skirt up around her waist and fondled her curvaceous ass.

“How do we go about this?” Lisa asked after breaking away from Peter, but fondling the front of his trousers and finding that he was hard again.

“Simple. First I get Lucy to stand watch so we aren’t disturbed, and then I sit on the seat and you sit on my lap. It’s easy if you know how. I’ll be back in a minute. I’ll knock three times when I come back and you can let me in.” Peter left after looking out through a narrowly opened door to make sure they weren’t being observed, while Lisa pulled her dress off over her head and pulled her panties down.

Hanging her dress and panties on the door hook, Lisa stood naked except for high heels, garter belt and stockings, arms hugging her body when she heard three soft knocks on the door. Opening the door a crack, then wider as Peter slipped in to close the door behind him, his arms laden with two pillows and a blanket. He placed the pillows on the closed seat of the metal toilet, folded the blanket into a pad and set onto the pillows, grinning at Lisa.

“That’s so I don’t freeze my ass off,” he whispered.

Quickly he removed his shoes and socks and put them on the counter top by the wash basin, then stripped off his shirt and pants, hanging them over Lisa’s panties and dress.

Lisa admired at close range his muscular body and flat stomach, watching as he stripped his shorts to the floor and piled them on top of his shoes and socks.

Peter seated himself on the seat, his quivering prick standing from his muscular loins, and motioned to Lisa to turn around with her back to him. Her caressed her ass as she lowered herself down onto his erect prick.

His quivering cock head touched the wet lipped opening at the junction between her legs, then slowly slid into the wet, furry opening, stretching the membranes of her cunt as he slid deep into her belly. His hands caressing her full breasts, touching and squeezing her strawberry colored hard nipples and feeling the supple softness of her breasts.

Lisa began a gentle rocking motion, sliding upwards on his long stiff prick, then settling back down to his lap until her ass rested on his thighs. His muscles tightened each time her cunt pressed against his balls as he thrust his throbbing cock deep into her cunt.

Lisa twisted her body slightly to Peter, looking at his eyes, “Peter dear, don’t cum in my pussy. When you’re going to cum, pull your sweet cock out of me. I’m going to meet my husband in a few hours and I don’t want him to taste cum in my pussy if he eats me.”

Peter laughed at her. His laughter causing his cock to jump inside her wet cunt, bringing a delicious throbbing motion to his fucking.

“Anything you say, dear. I wouldn’t want to cause you or your pussy any problems. I don’t want my wife to know that I’ve been fucking, either.”

They settled down to a long slow fuck. Lisa riding his hard prick like a hobby horse. Quickly the feeling of his hands on her tits and his cock plunging up the crevasse between her thighs brought Lisa to orgasm, and her soft moaning excited Peter as much as the contractions of her cunt on his hard cock. He continued to thrust his cock higher as Lisa settled down onto his lap with each thrust. Lisa loved the feeling of being in control, able to govern the movement of his prick entering her body and the depth of its penetration. Each stroke as her body slid up and down his slippery shaft brought another moan from Lisa which was matched by Peter’s groans and hard breathing.

In front of Lisa’s startled eyes, the locked door opened and Lucy entered and closed the door behind her, squeezing her lush body into the narrow space.

“Keep it quiet in here,” she giggled, “I could hear you two all the way forward in the galley.”

Lisa nodded at Lucy, “It’s so damn hard not to make any noise when I have this lovely prick in me, but we’ll be quiet, I promise. How did you get the locked door open?”

“It’s not hard to do,” Lucy answered with a grin, her eyes at the junction of Lisa’s thighs, watching Peter’s prick slide wetly into the pink lipped opening.

“I just slipped the latch from the outside, and anyone else could do the same. I’d better stay in here with you and guard the door from inside.”