BOY TOY in coach

If I had my way I believe I would ask pants designers to invent a way for teenager boys like me to hide their hard horny dicks so female personages could not become aware of them. I often wonder if those people even know the fact that guys who are sixteen like me can develop a hardon at the least bit of stimulating arousal.

Speaking of arousal, why that ass…er woman standing in line in front of me at the airline check-in counter was so erotically stimulating my dick had come to full attention at the first sight of her! By the fit of her yellow summer clothing I knew her to be shapely and sexy. I had little experience guessing ladies’ ages, but I would say this one might be around double my own age. A fact I had read somewhere in time popped into my mind; a male reaches his sexual peak at sixteen while a female reaches hers at thirty two. Hmm, “Very interesting,” I would say.

Yes, very interesting indeed, I was thinking as I stepped forward not realizing the line had stalled. The full length of my hardened, unyielding dick settled itself into the soft, submissive crack of the very ass my eyes had been so enthralled with! Adding insult to injury, the woman behind me, unmindfully ran into me causing my stiffened male appendage to grind into the unsuspecting lady’s derriere split! Just when I thought I could stand no more embarrassment, the lady swiveled her head around to glance at me. Her one-eye stare seemed to study my blushing face intently. Satisfied I was harmless, I suppose, she began to turn back then stopped and, dear god help me, she smiled and winked!

She winked? What the hell did she mean by that? My answer came, not as spoken words, but as an almost imperceptible wiggling action. The pliant halves of her cracked ass cocooned my dick much like a bun might hold a wienie. This bun, or bum wriggled against the pants-covered flesh of my erection so subtly only I was aware of it. And man-oh-man, was I ever aware! I did not think it possible, but my penile flesh grew in length and swelled in girth! Good god, I had never been so turned on horny in my life!

Whether or not this lady was actually doing it or not, I didn’t know, but to my teen mind it seemed to feel as if the cheeks of her ass were actually squeezing and massaging the elongated dick sandwiched between them. Although I suppose I was still a boy, I certainly had enough maturity of age to realize my male member couldn’t grow any more in either length or breadth without exploding all over the place. As if realizing my dilemma, and perhaps not caring, the lady backed against my body even more firmly and then ass-squeezed my dick with several strong clutches.

Just as my testicle seeds began jumping around like popcorn popping in a hot, greasy skillet and my seminal fluids bubbled and boiled, the cockteasing lady pulled away from me and rejoined the already moving line.

We boarded and I located my middle seat and settled my ass for the long journey to SeaTac. The pushy old lady that had been behind me in line soon squeezed her ass in on the aisle leaving me to dream about a window seat.

Then, the MILF with the ass in which my dick had played stopped at our row climbed over us to plunk down in the empty seat next to me. No window seat for sightseeing. But I didn’t care, my eyes were sort of busy right now thank you. Damned if that mounded protrusion in front of the lady wasn’t even more erotically stimulating than the rear! I would bet every dollar I had there was a fine piece of pussy hidden within those finely-tailored pants!

I woke up to, “Excuse me, but you know, some times we gals do the unexpected. By the way, my name is Kika. And you are?”

I think my head was secretly talking to my brain, “Huh? Hell, I don’t know women! And, I are what? Oh shit, dumbass, she wants your name! Get your head out of your asshole and stop thinking about pussy! Boy, she’s way, way out of your league!”

“Oh, I’m Billy” I managed to stammer aloud. “I’m going to Washington… I guess you know that… I am going where this plane goes…. Er are you?”
The older lady on the aisle snorted.

The woman’s radiant face alighting had nothing to do with the sunlight steaming through the cabin window. “As a matter of fact,” she nearly sang. “I have a relative in the area. Maybe we will be neighbors or friends!”

My mind screamed, “Neighbors or friends? Hey, why not lovers?” Damn, I’m glad I didn’t say this out loud! The plane was already taxiing rapidly down the taxiway when I heard a female voice say something I didn’t expect. “Yes indeed Billy, why not lovers!”, she emphatically agreed.
As my mind debated its sanity, a question quickly followed. “Billy,” it inquired unbelievably. “Is your cock still hard?”

For the answer to this one particular question she touched my summer shirt softly then allowed her fingertips to slide down the fabric. As the powerful jet engines roared, Kika’s hand slipped past my waistband. Slim, feminine fingers wrapped around my male flesh. The heft and the elongated length of both the massive jetliner and my swollen hard dick raced for the sky.

No airplane ride, no rollercoaster loop-de-loop or turn, and most certainly no handjob I had ever had could have prepared me for this. How Miss Kika managed to get my dick completely out of my pants is a mystery known only to her, but here I was at the top of the world with this gorgeous female pumping my manhood enthusiastically!

If there was one thing I knew for sure was that mine wasn’t the first dick Miss Kika had pumped in her life! Her hand seemed to exude experience of form and technique. Her eager manipulations had my penile nerve endings standing up and dancing to the rhythm of her intoxicating touch.

At the zenith of our airliner’s rise from the earth, my body began experiencing the final tickling which precedes orgasmic release. I suppose it’s some kind of instinctive impulse which causes the male of our species to look for a safe place to deposit his seed.