The loss of a purity point

For a long time there has been a purity point I have wanted to lose.

I've just lost it.

I am at this very moment sitting in a wide-bodied jet, on a long flight, and there is this sexy young woman seated next to me.

It really started with the banana. Right after takeoff, I peeled it. But, of course, being the dirty-minded pervert that I am, I deep throated it before I bit off the end.

She smiled, and her eyes twinkled.

We talked about the books and magazines we were reading, then we had a conversation of grins and eyebrows.

By the time the meal service carts came by we had blankets over our laps, our hands at interesting and awkward angles.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"How long it will take for the meal cart to clear the aisle."

After the flight attendants cleaned up and cleared the way, I leaned over to her.

"Finish your tea, and then join me."

"Which one will you be in?"

"Left, facing the rear."

I unsnapped my seatbelt buckle, walked past rows of sleeping people, and let myself into the lav.

I waited for a couple of minutes and then unlocked the door. She was there, and some guy was waiting behind her. I let her in, smiled at him, and then closed the door.

A nearly silent mad scramble followed, as she knelt to unbuckle and lower my jeans, to expertly suck and lick my cock, which didn't need much encouragement. I pulled her hair and drove my cock into the back of her throat. She moaned softly, looking up at me with wide eyes.

We pulled down her own closely fitting pants to reveal a pair of very sexy striped thong panties. These also got pushed out of the way, exposing puffy pussy lips that had been kissed by a well applied razor.

We tried standing face to face, but the angle and friction were wrong. Turning around, she bent over to show me her ass. I leaned over her and slid in.

She was wet and hot. We coupled frantically, flesh sliding into slippery flesh, muscles tightening and cheeks flushing, while trying to not make any -- or at least not too much -- noise. Soft rasping gasps and the soft jingle of open belts beat the time to our humping.

When we were done, we pulled our pants back up and straightened our hair and clothes. She kissed me, washed her hands, and then opened the door.

The same guy was still there, waiting, He carefully avoided looking at us.

Grinning, we walked back to our seats.

A story

We met at a tech conference in my city. I had been living there for only a few months. She was a sale engineer for Quest.

We just kind of randomly hit it off, chatting with each other sitting next to each other at a panel, and the discovered we both planned on the same several panels the rest of the day. So we kept hanging out, and then went to dinner together, with a dozen other friends and
friends of friends.

After dinner, as the party dispursed, we walked out together. She on her way to her hotel room, me to find a cab to go home for the night. The tension rose, and there were a lot of awkward pauses. I wanted to, but did she want to...

As I was raising the courage, and putting together the words, she turned to me, and stammered out "Would you stay the night?"

The silence stretched, the noise of traffic and other people ignored.

"I'd love to."

We walked silently to her hotel, rode the elevator up. We would steal glances at each other.

At the door to her room, she said, "I've never done this before."

"I really havn't either." I replied

Past the door, we stood, awkwardly, and then she started pulling at my shirt. I let her pull it off me, and then started undressing her. Taking turns, tripping over socks, not smoothly, we undressed.

Naked, she was even leaner and lankyer and taller than the looked clothed. She was blushing, and the blush was down to her small narrow breasts.

I took her hand, and stepped close. Her eyes closed, opened, closed again, and I kissed her, and she kissed back.

Tumbling awkwardly into the bed, we kissed and tasted each other, spending time, until I worked down, and was licking out her vuvla, while she twisted around, pushing her hips up. I kept licking and sucking, until I felt her orgasm, and then crawled back up her body.

Rolling off, pawing thru my pants, I got out a condom, and put it on. I'm glad I carry them.

Back on the bed, over her, she was holding me, guiding me, and I found the right angle, and stroking in and out, sunk into her.

Her hips bucking again, we moved back and forth, horse breathing loudly in each other's ears, working up a sweat, bucking, looking at each other as we used each other, feeling her orgasm again, and again one more time.

Until I came, hard, gritting my teeth and my voice vibrating in my ears.

I relaxed, falling down next to her, and she grabbed the base of the condom, and we eased apart, on our backs, side to side, panting.

"I'm glad I asked you."

"I'm glad you asked me."

We crawled under the covers, and felt asleep, two strangers covered in each other's sweat.