The Island, Chapter 2

Chapter 2

When I looked up at the face of the woman now sitting next to me in the window seat, at first my brain did not compute. I knew this woman, but I was having a hard time comprehending how she could be on this plane at this time. Any doubt that this really was Carol Bell was dispelled the minute she screamed “Davey! It’s you! I can’t believe it after all these years!”

She grabbed me in a big hug, nearly spilling my drink, and pressed those massive mammaries against my chest so hard I thought they would explode. She was obviously quite tipsy, and I chalked up the slightly inappropriate smack on the lips to her being drunk.
“I know you must think I’m still a lush like I used to be,” she said, “but I don’t do much drinking any more. Just a glass of wine with dinner sometimes. I just hate to fly so badly I needed a little help from the airport lounge to get myself on board without freaking out. I almost missed the flight!”

She was still a beautiful, if somewhat older, blonde with the same knockout body but now with added bonus tits! I did the math in my head and figured she would be about 48. I guess cleaning up her act saved her from looking run down at her age. We made small talk until dinner was served, and she pounded down another 2 drinks in the meantime. It seemed she had moved up the ladder in the supermarket industry, and was now a regional manager for the chain. She was being sent to South Africa in order to take part in a merger deal with a large international food distributor. She would be on the first leg of the flight, and get off tomorrow in Johannesburg.

She told me Gary was in the military, stationed in Germany, and was doing well. She spent a few minutes proudly describing his exploits. By this time, the trays had been collected and the flight attendants were shutting off the lights to encourage passengers to get some sleep. Carol slurred her speech as she thanked me for distracting her with talk while we had lifted off. She leaned in and put an arm around my shoulders.

“You’ve always been a great kid, “ she confided seriously. “I have to confess that I loved to watch you look at me when I was that insecure young single mom all those years ago. It made me feel better that at least someone thought I was something special.”

“I thought you were fantastic!” I said with a smile. “You used to drive me crazy with lust.”

“I know. I’m sorry. You were just a kid. But here you are all grown up.” She eyed me with a predatory expression. “I think you are pretty fantastic yourself these days.”

I chuckled and nodded at her chest. “You are definitely the same MILF you used to be, and you look like you’ve grown a little yourself.”

She grabbed her boobs and hoisted them in her hands. “Believe it or not, I got these as a Christmas bonus from work. My manager a few years ago was a dirty old man who offered to pay for them as a perk for my having reorganized our office. He figured afterward that they were his property, but I soon changed his thinking on that! Within a month I had gotten him fired and had his job. I am very selective on who I let touch these babies.” She let her lips brush my ear as she whispered “I think I might like you to touch them now.” She slipped her hand inside my shirt and began rubbing my nipple.

Having your high school crush come on to you in an airplane does wonders for your libido. I had a blue steel hard-on by now, and I quickly draped a blanket over us as I looked around. The plane was dark as people were turning in for the long overnight flight. Our nearest neighbors seemed to be fast asleep. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse as I slipped my tongue into her whiskey-soaked mouth. She gasped and gently bit my tongue as my hand hefted her right tit. I lightly pinched the nipple and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure. She frantically reached for my fly and quickly had me unbuttoned and unzipped. I gave a little moan of my own as her cool hand encircled my rigid 9-inch erection and began stroking it. After a few minutes of hand-play, she leaned over and with a devilish look in her eye slurped by throbbing meat into her mouth. This lady was good. She cupped my balls with her right hand and slid her pursed lips up and down my shaft a few times before deep throating me briefly. She then raked her nails across my nutsack, and gently ran her teeth up my rigid member until she reached the tip, giving a little nip to my foreskin that almost made me yelp. I then felt her tongue thrust its way into my pee hole, before swirling its way down my cockhead. She used her hand to pull my foreskin over the glans, and then slipped her tongue into the groove between the skin and the head, running it around the sensitive underside of the helmet, and drawing a hiss of pleasure from my lips. With her fist pumping up and down the shaft, and her tongue and lips working over the tip of my boner, I soon felt my balls tightening.

“I’m gonna come” I whispered hoarsely, figuring it was only common courtesy not to surprise her with a gusher of semen in her mouth.

She stopped her ministrations briefly in order to say “Go ahead, big boy!