We got on talking and she told me that she was divorced from her husband. As we spoke, I again tried to finger fuck her. This time round she was more ...illing.I had my fingers in her and my mouth was on her tits which by now were exposed. Every time an air hostess walked past, we covered up with the blankets.By now my dick was thick and throbbing. I pulled her head down to my dick and made her suck. All I could hear was the sound of the plane. Her mouth was all over my dick. I continued. She started to become more passionate and parted my lips with her tongue. Mmmm she tasted great. Our tongues became intwined in our new found lust for each other, exploring each others mouths. I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as her hands started to move from my head down my neck and over my back. This was it, she was going to be mine after all this time and in the kitchen we eat in. Everything slowly started to disappear and it was just me and her. My heart was beginning to race and I. “No, I'm always happy to see you naked and in such a lovely mood.”With that she wrapped her hand around my then limp member and began working it into a solid shaft. I smiled leaning in to kiss her. We stood like that for a few minutes kissing while she made sure I was ready for her. She broke our kiss, dropped my swollen rod and turned off the water. Teasing me with her fingernails to insure I stayed ready for her, she opened the tiny bottle of body wash. Licking her lips, she squeezed some of. After I waved her into the apartment she looked around and commented a little sarcastically I thought, "Nice place Steve."I lived in a second floor walk up; it was a basic studio apartment with one big room which combined a living room, dining room, and a small galley type kitchen, with a bathroom through a doorway. My goal was a post graduate degree, not entertaining guests so it suited me. I worked for two years after getting my bachelor's degree and was able to save enough money to go back.