1. The Island, Chapter 2


    Date: 1/29/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Female Domination, Male / Older Female, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 91.3, Source: sexstories.com

    coach. I was pleased to see my students had settled in and all seemed to be asleep. A few scattered travelers were either night owls or on different time zones, and were either on tablets or computers, tapping away obliviously. Several of the field hockey players were near the front, and had obviously been playing cards, as a few were scattered next to their sleeping forms. One of their chaperones was reading a book, and nodded at me as I passed, heading for the rear. Most of the back half of the coach section was dark, and everyone seemed to be asleep. I passed Janie and Jared, snoozing away. Near the back of the plane, a single reading light was on, but its owner, a young woman, appeared to be out cold, curled up in her seat. The curtain to the rear galley was drawn, and muted sounds from behind it told me that the flight attendants were stowing equipment for the night. I reached the rear lavatory and was about to head in for a quick pull on my resurgent boner before washing up and turning in for the night. I glanced over at the sleeping young woman under the light and with a start realized it was the pretty cheerleader I had seen at the gate. God she was gorgeous! Looking at her profile in the light as she lay curled up in her seat, a fuzzy white jacket draped over her shoulder, I was struck by how uncanny the resemblance was to the cheer captain of my high school. That girl had high-kicked and cartwheeled her way through my dreams and fantasies for 4 years. Melinda ...
    was her name, and even now I felt a twitch in my cock as I remembered how her big, bouncy breasts had moved under the sleeveless uniform top as she and her teammates did their routines. I always sat in the front row, waiting for the glimpse of her Spankies that came with each kick. Then I would go home and jerk off, or if I had a girlfriend at the time, I would make out with her after the game, imagining it was Melinda’s crotch I was rubbing and Melinda’s had on my dick. I never did make any time with her, since she was joined at the hip to one of the football players--an overmuscled, underbrained but admittedly hunky jock named Dougie Carlton. How I hated him, knowing he was feeling up those magnificent mammaries in the back seat of his car after practice! I shook myself out of my reverie and took a closer look at the girl on the plane. Now that I had taken the little trip down memory lane, I was even more aware of how much she resembled Melinda. For a minute I thought, I ran into one old friend on this plane, why not another? but quickly realized that was impossible. This girl was still a high school cheerleader. Melinda would be grown up and had probably gotten fat and had 6 kids by now. Still, it was pretty surreal. I ran my eyes down her sleeping form and got another shocker: the way she was curled up sideways on the seat, with her jacket over her shoulder and her legs pulled up to her chest, I had a perfect view up her little skirt. And wonder of wonders, she was going ...
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