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By Jibsheet (jibsheet26@hotmail.com)


Throughout the long flight, our eyes kept meeting across the intervening seats. I'd look up from my book to catch her looking at me, or she would find me staring openly at her when she raised her eyes from her magazine.

Each time, we'd quickly look away, with that initial awkwardness that strangers have when they are caught staring. But after a while, after it had happened more than a few times, the eye contact began to last just a split second longer, and a slight smile would cross her face before she looked away.

Sitting at opposite window seats as we were, with the plane absolutely full, there was no way to move over and try and strike up a conversation. There were just the glances, and that mutual attraction that would force our eyes to meet, time and time again.

I thought I'd have a chance to meet her in aisle after the flight.after all, we're so conditioned, so regimented to the airplane routine.each row empties, one after the other, people carefully mixing one by one into a line, the way cards are shuffled together in a deck. By rights, we should have ended up walking out together. But of course, the couple next to me chose to wait out the rush, as some people always do, and by the time I got to the aisle, she was gone.

Out in the airport lounge, I searched quickly for that dark head of hair. Nothing. She'd gone on, probably running to catch her next flight. I figured that would be it, and all I'd ever know about her would be wrapped up in those dark, secretive eyes, and that small smile. Shouldering my bag, I shrugged, put it down to fate, and went off in search of the baggage claim.

Halfway down the long corridor to the escalators, I suddenly saw a small, dark-haired figure, bending to look in a shop window. I quickened my pace, almost running, pushing rudely through the throngs of people that separated us. She straightened up, and turned to go on, but then that same force stopped her, and she looked back. Our eyes met again.

Breaking through the last knot of travelers, I almost stumbled into her; put out my hand to keep her from leaving, and tried to speak. Before the words would come, there was that small, secret smile again, and she raised her hand to lay her finger across my lips, and keep me silent.

A ring glinted on that hand. A wedding ring.

An unlabeled door banged open next to us, and a shop clerk came out, laden with boxes. Before the door could shut, the same hand that kept me silent reached out, and she pulled me into the room behind the door.

The room was small, and lined with shelves. Boxes of books, candy and snacks where jumbled about, under the glare of the single overhead lamp. She backed up slowly, her eyes now locked on mine, until her shoulders rested against the shelves. Her hand came up again, almost in slow motion, a single finger across her lips now, reminding me again that no words were to be spoken.

The hand left her lips, and I watched in stunned silence as it led my eyes down. Down along the line of her throat, teasing through the open neckline of her blouse. Down along the pearl white buttons, and across under the swell of her breast. Down along the slim waist, down across the swelling hips, down until her seeking fingertips found the hem of her short skirt.

And then..up again, slowly raising her skirt. My cock stiffened as the tops of her stockings came into view lacey and white, against smooth skin. Still her hand moved up, taking the skirt with it. Hips, bare, just pair of soft high cut panties, darker where the hair beneath invited; darker too, where a silvery wet spot indicated her arousal.

Now the other hand, reaching. In across the hinted dark hair, fingers sliding down across the moisture, stroking the lips still hidden by the panties, eyes still locked on mine, her breath coming faster to match the movement of her fingers.

Suddenly, she pulled the crotch of the panties aside. As if the invitation needed to be any clearer, she spread her legs apart, and arched her hips, offering herself to me.

I crossed the room in a quick stride, unzipping, freeing myself.

Between her legs now, bending at the knees, driving my cock up.up and into her cunt in one smooth, swift stroke.

For a split second, we remained motionless, locked together. She reached out on either side to grasp the edges of the shelf, lifting herself on her toes and angling her cunt out to me. Her eyes blazed, and I responded to their need.

Drawing back, I plunged into her depths again, and then began to fuck her, hard and fast. The questioning looks of the past hours were all answered in that insistent, hot fucking. Each pounding stroke would drive her up off her toes, until I reached down beneath her and took her ass in my hands, lifting her. Now I could slam into her body, fucking her the way we both wanted.hard, fast, and brutal. She was so wet that I could feel her juices dripping onto my thighs and the floor between our feet. Her fingernails scratched along the shelves as I drove her on; a box fell from above, scattering candy across the room.

Still harder, and faster we fucked, staring into each other's eyes, lost in the feeling of cock in cunt, of surging pleasure, of nearing climax. The world passed by outside the door, but inside there was only animal heat, and raw desire.

Suddenly, we were there! My prick swelled in her body, her cunt clutched at it. I thrust myself deep into her, and began to shoot, pulse after pulse of hot cum filling her body. Her left hand flew up to her mouth, and she bit her knuckle as she reached for her orgasm I watched the diamond in her wedding ring shimmering with each movement, as I thrust into her again and again, demanding that she join me in orgasm.

Just as quickly, it was over. I slid out of her embracing cunt, and let her feet reach for the floor, even as I fell away from her, panting and hot. Her hand left her mouth, knuckles showing the imprint of her passion, and once again traveled down her body.

Reaching her cunt, now open and visibly used, she ran her fingers along the soft lips again, gathering her wetness and my cum, even as the other hand straightened her panties and skirt.

Once more, she raised her hand to her mouth.once more she gave me the signal for silence. Then her mouth opened and she sucked her finger in hotly, tasting our fucking.

Reaching over, she drew that same wet finger across my lips, smiled, and then she was gone.

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