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.