He chuckles as he stops her hand, he likes seeing her enthusiasm. Finished with undressing, he goes for her clothes, removing her tank top and her jea...s, leaving her in underwear. His breathing is hard as he sees her laced and red garments, making her so desirable, so sexy, so worth having spent two hours listening to her blabbing.“You approve?” she asks from her position on her sofa, having seen his smile.As he comes over her, having installed himself between her legs, he says, “I love a woman. I was lying on the floor in the beam of the spotlight, while she reclined above me, her legs crossed, one foot firmly planted near my face. I tired lifting my head, wincing as I realized she was standing on my dark brown tresses.“Welcome back, slut.”She wore a mocking smile. Other than that, she was dressed as I last remembered, only she’d adjusted her breasts so that they were once again covered.“How are you feeling?”“Sore,” I mumbled, the wood warm against my cheek, blushing as I added; “And. But very pleasurable. I kept fucking her for few minutes.“oooh..ooohh…” That was all she was saying. It was getting better and better with every stroke. I haven’t felt this greedy for a pussy before ever in my life. Right now I wanted to do every sexual fantasy I had in my mind. I wanted to fuck in the ass, I wanted to lick it, I wanted to cum in her mouth, everything. But I calmed myself as I thought those things would scare her she’d not want to do it again. Now I was getting close to cum.. The man's eyes jerked up to hers, and he smiled bashfully at having been caught, but didn't look away. And damnit, why was an Alanis Morisette lyric stuck in her head? 'And as the plane crashed down, he thought, well isn't this nice?' Yeah, real fucking ironic, indeed.Her gaze remained fixed on the stranger across the aisle, their heads jerking around from time to time as the plane careened through the air. He wasn't unattractive, she decided, for an older guy. It was hard to tell through his.