BDSM
27/03/2015


The Long Flight

As usual I arrived at the airport with only about an hour before departure. In all the flying I've done, only once have I missed a flight and that was due to a serous car accident backing up the motorway into Melbourne Airport.

One of the benefits of doing so many miles in the air is my Platinum frequent flyer status. With that card I never queue and always have an express card for customs. Still I had to keep moving.

3 pieces of Samsonite luggage: my macbook bag, my carry on with wheels and my mid sized case (also with wheels). I'd been on the road 10 days now. No trolley required... I zipped from the Corporate Car across the terminus to the check in counters.

The carry on was virtually empty now but handy and with 4 wheels it means I can traverse the largest concourses at speed and ease (a simple but seriously useful road warriors tip).

About 20 metres out I caught the first glimpse of her. My eyes closed in on a most gorgeous woman, checking in to the same airline.

She looked early thirties, blond shoulder length blond hair... she was dressed as a professional in a black fitted dress and a red belt that drew the eye and gave definition to her waist. She wore black shiny (maybe patent) high heel shoes, that accentuated her calves and lifted her ass. Not that it needed any lifting.

Overall from the behind I noted that she was in great shape and she was giving off a really positive vibe as she checked in her luggage and chatted to the woman behind the counter. I was impressed. She looked like she had just stepped out of the pages of Vogue business, and aside from myself seemed like the most upbeat person in the terminus. It was, after all, 4.40am.

I enjoyed the minute or two I had silently observing her. Then with a burst of energy she spun around to head to the gate and we had one of those oops moments, as she was surprised I was behind her. The speed of her turn had closed the distance between us. Our eyes locked and I smiled. Good morning, I said. A flash of something passed between us and I didn't take my eyes from her gorgeous blue eyes. Momentarily she seemed disarmed, fleetingly nervous (although only I noticed), then a terrific smile flashed across her face and she was gone. Striding towards the gate.

I looked up and the check in lady smiled and welcomed me. Good morning I said. She smiled and flashed her eyes in the direction of the departing blonde. I grinned and said "attractive woman" at a volume only my lady could hear. She seemed to blush a little as she said "um yes she is". feeling playful I couldnt stop myself and before I knew it I said... "did you fancy her too", breaking into a broad smile. She glanced down, then her eyes flicked back and forth as if checking her supervisor wasnt in earshot. "Yes I did" she whispered demurely.

My my my this morning was starting with a bang. Seizing the initiative I said to her... can you seat us together please. In one of your business class seats where you can lower the middle and make a bench seat between two seats side by side. She smiled and said let me see what I can do... hmmm lets see. She requested an aisle. Im going to have to move her. Do it, I said with a norty smile.

Armed with my boarding pass I headed for the business class lounge.

There she was, with a little fresh fruit and what looked like a tea. I sat a few yards away, with her in my eyeline, but outside of hers. I wanted to observe her, drink her in.

After about 5 minutes an announcement was made asking for her by name to come to the desk. I watched her walk across, noticing how she carried herself. After a brief chat and with a slightly puzzled look on her face she came back and sat down.

Now normally Id leave it till the last call and stroll to the gate. Even then I often find a short queue on the airbridge. But today I decided to go early, board at the first call for Business Class and get settled and wait for her.

Once onboard I stowed my luggage and got out my noise cancelling earphones, kindle and a Wired magazine. I started to check out the selection of movies... it was going to be a 13 hour flight from London to Singapore.

After a while she boarded. When she approached I kept my nose in my Magazine. But as she lifted her hands above her head and stowed her luggage I took the opportunity to glance up and take a good look at her. She really did look great in that fitted black dress. I imagined her hands tied and bound above her head.

When she closed the overhead I purposely ran my eyes over her body and up to meet her eyes. I smiled and she knew for sure that I had been both checking her out AND that I liked what I saw. My gaze seemed to hold her to the spot, then another passengers 'excuse me' had the moment broken and she slipt into her seat.

'er um hello good morning again' she said "what a coincidence bumping into you again".

"A coincidence you think..." I replied with a smile... 'perhaps..yes perhaps".

I left her to her thoughts and she quickly organised herself for the flight.

Headphones on we took off and I watched the beginning of a movie, leaving her alone.

The Business Class cabin was virtually empty. There were spare seats all around us. Indeed as we were in the second last row of Business, the next closest passenger was 3 rows forward of us.

When the meal came I struck up some polite chit chat and learnt that she was originally from the UK but now lived in Singapore and worked in finance. Conversation was easy. She was quite captivating and charming. When she smiled she showed a full set of teeth and her eyes lit up.

When the steward came with the desert trolley the choices included a lemon tart, dark chocolate cake and some kind of ice cream. I winked at the steward and said Id love a little tart please. I smiled when she also said I like tart too thanks.

When we were alone again I decided to see if she would bite. I said to her the tart was a good choice.... I like it as the sweetness is restrained a little, there's a bit of a bite to it and it makes me feel like Im having something a little norty.

She smiled and we were on the same wavelength. It was as if she had read my fetlife profile. She seemed tuned in. hmm yes she said ... she leant in, "restraining a little tart can be both norty and sweet. That sounds like a lot of fun."

In that moment I knew she was a kinkster too. My heart skipped a beat. It had only taken a zillion miles in the air to finally be seated next to a gorgeous woman and a potentially kinky one at that.

Do you like restraints? I asked, as casually as I could muster. Now she visibly blushed and while only I heard it, she sucked in her breath. Suddenly she too realised I was a kinkster AND I had a good read on her being submissive. She blushed and just nodded yes.

The dinner service was over and the steward cleared away. I was left with my coffee and she her tea. I noted during the meal she had consumed a couple of glasses of wine, as had I. The cabin lights were dimmed.

We lent in towards each other and bit by bit discussed what we liked and disliked in kink. While this felt like an intimate setting, at the same time I was also very aware we were in a public space. I led the discussion at first, saying that I liked this and that...say tieing with rope to restrain a sub etc etc... and for each topic she commented ok, love that and sometimes she would sigh and say damn Id love to try that.

She said that she loved being a good sub - she loved to please. I told her I found that HOT.

When she asked me how I played I said well for example guiding my sub to do my bidding, restraining her, then teasing and bringing her to the brink of orgasm... multiple times... then ultimately the release. Having her please me. She seemed visibly moved by that. I asked would you like that... oh god yes she replied.

By now we were well into the flight and the few other passengers had all settled down to sleep.

I whispered to her... do you have anything more comfortable to change into. Something more accessible I grinned. She nodded and got up, pulled some clothes (and a suit bag) from the overhead and went to change. She came back in soft cotton draw string pants and a tee.

In the meantime I had lowered the partition between our seats and grabbed some cushions and a couple of blankets.

As she slid into the chair beside me she said she was cold... I said come sit closer to me then. I turned on my side a little and put my arm around her. Pulling the blanket over the top she snuggled into me. I began to caress the skin on her arm... mmm nice she murmored... after grazing my finger tips over her skin for about 5 minutes I ran my finger across and onto her breast. She just quietly cooed. My fingers traced slow circles around and around her firm globes. Achingly slowly working towards her nipples which I could feel were getting harder and harder.

She turned her faced up and towards me and I kissed her gently on the lips. She tasted sweet.

As we kissed I took a nipple between forefinger and thumb and squeezed. She let out a small noise and kissed me harder.

Do you like that I whispered? yes she murmoured, they are sensitive so not too hard ok.

How are you feeling?, I asked. Relaxed, horny, warm she replied. She turned away from my, slide her legs up onto the seat and lay back against me....

It was pitch black in the cabin with just very low emergency style lightning illuminating the floor.

I slide my arms around her torso, under the blanket and my right hand glided up under her t shirt. She arched her back a little and I caressed her stomach. I could smell her perfume.

I gently pushed her forward and whispered ... sit up for a moment. Unsnapping her bra. She did that thing which never ceases to amaze guys and removed it without taking off her t-shirt. She lay back and arched her back some more. My finger tips caressed her skin, across her torso, up the sides of her body, slowly but surely touching every part of her stomach, torso and chest. Her breasts felt wonderful to the touch. Silky smooth and yet firm and warm. The nipples received only occasional treatment and when they did she moved like she wanted a lot more of that. I deliberately took my time.

From time to time she would snake an arm up and back and cup my neck. Pulling me onto her lips, her mouth wet and warm and becoming more urgent in its attentions. her mouth receiving my tongue and reciprocating with increasing vigour.

Caressing her stomach I felt her hands reach for the cords of her pants and untie them. She took my hand and guided it down.

I paused and she pulled at me. I whispered how are you feeling now you... you good girl? She pulled my ear close to her mouth pushing up from the seat to whisper...I am soo fucking horny now damn you... and she plunged her tongue into my ear...

I whispered what do you want then....

Her breathe had started to shorten in anticipation... I want you to touch me, touch me now

Where sweetie, where would you like to be touched..?

Please Tiger touch my pussy (we had shared our Fetlife name's earlier in the conversation but it was the first time she had used it to address me).

Why do you want me to touch you there?, I smiled in the dark enjoying teasing her and making her beg for what I had been wanting to do for the last hour of caressing....

oh and when you want me to do something for you... you should address me as "Master Tiger".

Her hand on my hand squeezed tighter and tried to pull me down to her sweetness. Her other arm snaked around my neck and she turned her head and brought her mouth to my ear... please please please Master Tiger... Im begging you to touch my pussy... I'll do whatever pleases you. Just please touch me.

I looked at my TAG watch.. the dial glowing in the dark. We were about a third of the way and probably had 3-4 hours of 'sleep time' left in the cabin.

I nuzzled her face away until my mouth was close to her ear. Ok I will touch you on condition that you must not cum without my permission, there may be times when I ask you to move in a certain way or not to move a muscle no matter what and you must always keep me informed on your state of arousal on a scale of 1 to 10. Where 10 is orgasm, 9 is almost there and cant stop, 8 is very close etc. Do you agree to my terms?

Oh god yes yes please Master Tiger. Touch me.

So on that scale where are you right now... about a 6 she panted.

Ok then, I want you to let go of my hand, take both your hands and take hold of each nipple. You are to play and squeeze them until I tell you to stop ok. Yes.

Then my hand slides over her stomach ... I take about 5 more minutes caressing it and building anticipation. Then my hand slides down and under her cotton pants but over her black panties, they feel silk.

I whisper for you to open your legs much wider for me.

The hard part at the bottom of my palm rests on your pubic bone, massaging it. My forefinger glides over your panties, they are hot and wet and slippery. I can feel your lips and as I touch you, you arch your back and rotate your hips and let out small gasps and moans only I can hear.

Its a long flight and you havent yet figured out that its my intention to touch, arouse and toy with you for as long as I can.

You cant understand why my fingers havent yet found their way under your knickers and onto your now quite hot pussy. I ask you and you say Seven. I gently scratch the inside of your thighs and rub my fingers all over your pussy, doing its best to burst free from your knickers. This goes on for a full 15 minutes.

You arch your back again and whisper..please please Master Tiger put your fingers inside me...

I passionately kiss you as I pull your knickers aside.

The fingers on my right hand find their way inside your lips and I begin to rub them up and down the length on the outside. Taking care not to touch the clitoris. Your hips are moving a fair amount now and I get the feeling you want to either fuck my fingers or have me stimulate your clitoris. Im enjoying this dance.

You are wet and warm and feel inviting. If we were in a hotel room I may well have had you on your knees by now and be fucking you doggy style. The thought merely adds to the tremendous hardon I have now and which you are rubbing against each time you wriggle. You can feel it and I definately can feel it.

Now I push my hand a little lower and my middle fingers searches for your opening.... you feel so wet, so aroused.... with a downward swooping movement I find it and slide inside you. You take in a breath.

I position my hand to allow my finger to be deep inside you. However instead I curl the finger tip back up to feel the walnut texture of your g-spot. Rubbing my finger tip side to side and back and forth. My hand isnt moving much and my fingers arent sliding in and out of you.. its more an action of manoeuvring the finger inside you.

As I do this I move my left hand up and around the front of your throat. I hold you firmly so you know my hand is there, but not to constrict your breathing. My left arm and elbow is across your side and breast. My right hand between your legs. I pull you towards me. I have you.

As I caress your g spot I can feel a flood of wetness forming inside you. The g spot is swelling and you are clearly more aroused.. where are you I whisper... 8 master 8 ... you whisper back, barely able to speak without letting out a cry of pleasure.

Pinch your nipples hard I command and at the same time I vibrate my finger inside you.... then my thumb is on your clitoris and all of you clenches for a moment. 9 9 9 you quietly moan... Master may I cum.... No you may not...

and I withdraw my finger... bringing my hand out from under the blanket... my finger and hand is wet with you... I coat your mouth your lips with your wetness and then kiss you deeply.... we can both taste you and I ask you to get me more... I want to taste you more... you eagerly oblige putting your hand down your pants and groaning a little as you feel yourself... so hot, so wet and so aroused... two fingers deep I whisper and you oblige... now let me taste... you bring your hand to my mouth and I hungrily take your fingers in, licking and sucking... again sweetie again...

now you taste... now I taste.... then I coat my fingers again and let you suck them...

You sweet juices are all around our mouths.

Now sweetie I want you to pull your knickers and pants down to your ankles, under the blanket.... I want you to remember you must tell me when you get to an 8... I want you to lie back, legs apart, arms resting at your sides... you may not move from this position until I say otherwise... do you under stand... breathlessly you say you do...

I snake my hand back between your legs....

I part the lips of your pussy... and my forefinger tip finds a spot up on the inside of your left lip, about a finger tip below and to the left of the clit.

I start to rub with my finger tip, just the finger tip, the slightest of touches, Im rubbing a spot the size of a small coin. Back and forth, slow circles, its hardly a rub at all, and yet.... after a moment or two the feeling you have is indescribably good.

You pull me to you, kiss me and say oh my god thats good...

I kiss you back ... then say ...sweetie you are to keep still, tell me when you get to an 8..you may not cum till I say so....

and settle in... we still have a long flight ahead.


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