Luck Would Have Me Meet A Nympho Next Do Me On A Flight

I had a trip I had to go on. It wasn't what I wanted to do. It was overseas, a twelve hour flight. I was on the isle and woman was against the window. The cabin was too warm, and I had taken my shirt off and was in my undershirt and she was fanning herself. We talked, talked through dinner. The conversation turned to the mile high club. We laughed, really? You want to do that? It was big old plane and in the middle of the night she slipped out and took her place in the bathroom and I went and she let me in.

She gave me a blowjob to start. She took her pants off and sat back on the small washbasin with one leg above her against the wall, and the other on the commode. I ate her there, then stood and took my sweet time with fucking her. Almost at the end of the fuck she asked to be kissed, to kiss her while I came in her.

It was over and we got dressed, caught together in there. We waited, we didn't hear any noise. She slipped out first and went back to her seat. It was dark, a lot of passengers asleep. I waited a full ten minutes before letting myself out and returned to my seat. She feigned she was asleep, but when I put my hand on hers she grabbed my hand with hers.

At our destination she had a hotel reserved near her supplier. My hotel was downtown. We decided that if I could I would go to her hotel. We agreed, and exchanged all the minute details of name and address, phone and hotel names. I went with her to her hotel and they said it was full. She turned to me and said if I wanted we could share a room. Once in her room I cancelled my hotel, and got details from the front desk on how to get to my meeting the next day.

Sex was immediate. She took every drop I had. We slept hard due to jet lag, had a light dinner and back to be for more sex. She was a girl who grew up in the valley and wasn't hesitant about having sex. She was inventive, and had a deep desire to have me inside. I made the wake up call, and showered and shaved and had a cup of coffee in the lobby before leaving for my appointment down town. I wasn't worth a damn, and didn't hold up my end. I was fired when I got back.

But for three days we fucked and fucked and sucked and ate out. We had sex, nothing but sex, for sex, and always ended up with me inside, not a drop to be lost. NOT ONE DROP she said.

After we got back, I had no job, so moving close to her was something I could do. We lived together in her apartment while I got a job. Sex was the conversation, sex was the pastime, sex was on her mind. And she wanted it always inside, don't waste a drop.

We are in our sixties now, we met twenty two years ago. She's wants to have sex, she lubricates herself, she feeds me those little sex candy drops, she's a wolf in sheep's clothing. The day I boarded that flight I never though I would meet a woman like her, an outright nympho, is you ask me.

I don't know if I can keep up. It's down to a couple of times a week now. She would easily like to stop at a rest stop on the highway and do it in the car. But those days are in the past, when I was still young enough.