Pussy Pilots

Last night I was on a flight to paris when I had this great need to take a piss. I had held it for quite a while. Finally after realizing that we still had 3 hours I said “fuck it” I had to go now.

I opened the door to the first class cabin lavatory and wasnt really paying attention I was talking to the stuardess Jennie. I hadnt looked into the Lavatory untill about 3 seconds after I had opened the door. I looked down and sitting in front of me was the most beautifull brunette Milf with georgous brown eyes.

She was smiling up at me and I knew what she wanted. I had scored big time tonight. She was dressed in a cute dress probably going to meet a boyfriend or husband.

With her mature tan hands she grabbed my pants and pulled me into the tiny bathroom. I pulled the door shut behond me and held on as we made our way into some turbulance. She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out in one quick motion as though she had done this so many times before.

Her lips gobbled up my pecker. She sucked on my shaft with the experience of a ten dollar whore in harlem. She took her right hand and slid it in my pants and pulld out my balls one at a time. Her tounge was pishing hard on the tip of my cock and I busted a big load it was fucking huge . The first squirt went all over the back of her throat and I pulled out as she swallowed it down. The second shot hof hot jizz went all over her face, it was just as big as the first and it went from her chin to her forehead up her nostral and in her right eye.

I hadnt blown a load that hard in months. I grabbed a paper towel wiped the head of my dick and threw the old man meat back in my pants. I was imbarrassed all the sudden. I had this hot milf that wanted to take care of my fat cock and I ended up running her mascara. I zipped up my pants and backed out of the lavatory with out saying a thing.

I went right back into the cockpit and shut the door that was secured now with extra bolts and bars since 9/11. I looked at my copilot and navigator and said “I got to fucking piss.” I still hadn’ pissed that hot mature 40 somthing brunette was still sitting on the toilet. My navigator immediatly wanted to know what I did then when I went to the bathrooom. I just laughed for a few seconds and told him the story. They didnt believe me.

When we finnally arrived in Paris I waited in the cockpit untill the plain was empty before getting off. She was sitting there in seat A Row 1 with some smudges on her eyes. I had really frosted her face. She asked me if I was alone in Paris I nodded and we spent that evening in my hotel finishing what we started at 36,000 feet.