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lavatory door, and knocked softly. The door folded to one side, and a strong arm pulled me in. He was there, trousers ’round his ankles, shirt hanging open with his tie ’round his neck, a stunning washboard stomach above that beautiful dick, a single vein now pulsing urgently along its length. He pulled me to him and gave me a kiss that was soft and sensitive yet urgent and probing at the same time, pressing his body against mine so that his dick jabbed into my belly. I felt my body melt under his touch, and when he sat down on the toilet seat, I gladly let him pull me to him. For a few seconds, we were opposite each other, eyes locked, bodies touching, while he rolled my panties over my hips and down my legs. The cold air of the cabin on the burning skin of my ass, my thighs, my pussy, was exhilarating.
    I parted my legs so they were on either side of his lap and pulled my skirt up so that he could see my pussy. I wanted him to see how wet and swollen he’d got me. He held one of his hands flat against my pussy lips, feeling them throb and pulse, while he reached out with the other and softly massaged my tits, making my already erect nipples stand up and darken like pink berries.
    I lowered myself onto the trembling tip of his dick, letting the rounded end rest against the entry to my dripping slit for a few seconds. I had meant to hover there, teasing both of us, but I couldn’t; I needed him inside me there and then. Not able to wait another second for his dick to fill me up, I lowered myself, letting his thick, sturdy cock pry my lips apart and finally penetrate me, filling me up, giving me what I needed so badly. I pounded my pussy on his dick, pushing down with all my body weight, swallowing him up. I wanted to recapture the first thrill of penetration, so I raised my thighs until his cock was nearly out of me, then I sank down again, hard. Every time I bore down on his hard-on it seemed bigger, and I felt fuller, more satisfied, nearer to my orgasm.
    My palms were pressed against the walls of the cubicle for balance, my legs and arms aching with the sheer effort of holding this position in such a tiny space. For days afterward, I would feel delicious pain in my limbs from the sheer exertion of it all. At the time, I could think only of his face, inches away from mine, and his dick, moving inside me, hot and hard and big and thick. It was the best feeling in the world.
    I placed one hand on his shoulder to steady myself, my tense fingers digging into firm, muscular flesh, and the other hand on the mirror, where it left a sweaty print. I could see my body reflected in the glass, soft flesh a blur of movement.
    His hands squeezed and slapped my ass, guiding my hips up and down on his dick. My tits were level with his face. Covering his perfect teeth with those amazing lips, he nipped my breasts through my blouse, starting softly and then building up to the more aggressive, urgent stimulation that I needed.
    At that moment, a stewardess’s voice came over the speaker. “We will begin our descent in five minutes,” she said. “The captain has engaged the FASTEN SEAT BELT sign. Will all passengers please return to their seats and fasten their seat belts immediately.” We had no more time to enjoy each other’s bodies. If we stayed where we were they’d knock on the door and find us in there together, and airlines take a dim view of passengers applying for membership in the Mile High Club. The knowledge that it was now or never just made the whole experience more intense. With my entire body, I writhed on him, grinding my clitoris into the base of his pubic bone while he thrust into me so hard that I thought I would explode. I buried my head in his chest, allowing his crisp, masculine scent to flood my senses as I pushed and rubbed against his body, the friction in my clitoris finally spilling over into delicious vibrations that radiated throughout me like concentric circles of pleasure, rippling out from between