Steamy Word Guy

We landed at 4am and my connection wasn’t until 7am. I knew that the airline lounge here in the Malaysian airport was incredible and since I figured it would be vacant, I head over there to check email and maybe close my eyes for a few.

The lounge is truly incredible, almost VIP club like. I got settled in one of the semi-private lounge booths. Upon getting inside and getting settled with my laptop I notice that indeed, it seems that no one is there. Of course, it’s 4am.

As I start to go through some emails I vaguely hear some noise but think nothing of it. I figure it’s people coming into the lounge with similar thoughts as mine.

The noise grew a little louder and as I stopped paying attention to what I was doing and listened closer, I thought I heard what sounded like moaning. As I continue to listen my heart races a little and my eyebrows raise.

I get up slowly to try and follow the sound, but very carefully as I do not want to be seen. As I walk out of my area and look to the next one over on my left I see nothing and continue to walk down the hall as the sounds get louder.

I thought it may be coming from one of the booths in the lounge but as I got closer, it led me to an airline employee-only room. I stood at the door and listened (since I’m a freak like that) and a woman was definitley getting off  in there. I could feel my cock getting harder as her moans grew louder, sounding like she was going to cum.

I assumed a pilot was giving it to a flight attendant or vice versa. As her obvious excitement grew I stumbled as I was leaning near the door and hit the door, which immediately made it quiet in the room. “OH SHIT!” I thought to myself and quickly made my way back to my area.

I’m thinking if I can just grab my shit and get out of there, I’m good. Just as I’m about to my lounge booth I hear the door open. I stop. Turn around. I see a gorgeous Asian woman with long, straight black hair walking down the hall my way. She wore a tight blue skirt to mid-thigh and a crisp white dress shirt that was unbuttoned far enough to see her cleavage. She was holding what looked like a scarf and dragging her travel case.

She’s walked fast and right toward me with an intense look on her face. I can’t help to think I am up shit-creek at this point. As she approaches me, she stares at me for a moment and then says, “Can I help you?” I look around, puzzled. I don’t know what to say. She drops her scarf on her case. “Well you can help me!” she says demandingly and grabs me by the shirt, pulling me to her and kissing me hard.

I am absolutely blown away right now. As our tongues dance and fight in each others mouths, she moans and groans in her throat. Pushing me back into my booth and down on the leather couch. She straddles me and breathily tells me that I interupted her and now I have to help her finish.

Needless to say my cock is rock hard at this point. Her skirt is up around her waist and she’s not wearing panties. She starts to undo my belt, then stops and instructs me forcefully, “get it out! now!” I fumble under and free my cock. She immediately grabs it in her hand and guides it to her pussy. It is SOAKED. Waterfall-type dripping wet. And on fire. She pushes down and releases her hand and slams down on my swollen member.

She leans forward and puts her hands on the back of the booth, on either side my head, closes her eyes and proceeds to pound my cock, as if we done this hundreds of times before. The slapping of wetness was an amazing sound and I was being soaked like never before as she drove her hips down on to me until every inch was buried up inside of her. A wreckless paces of fucking. Her deep throaty groans and growls made me even harder and with her long black hair fall down over my head and face, I still sit in shock while I am being virtually raped by this beautiful creature.

For a moment I thought about how public of a place we were in, but my mind did not stay there long. It was exciting! She reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit hard as she continued to fuck me. Her moans grew louder and as my breath sped up. As I got more excited and expressed my excitement verbally, she warned me not to cum. Not that I usually have that kind of control, but I was not going to disobey her!

Her head starts to rock back and forth as her clit rubbing got even faster as she pushed back on my cock continuously, never losing the fast rythym of fucking me. And soaking me with her juices. She started to shake and fuck me harder, more deliberately. Her head flew back. Her hair flying up off me causing me to see her much better as her body tensed up and growled and screamed and panted and moaned all together, all at once and came so very hard all over my cock as it stay buried in her. Pressing down hard. Her head back, fingers on her clit. Panting wildly.

She abruptly got up, pulled her skirt down and gave my dick a smack with her hand, making me jump. She gave me one last glare. “Don’t fuck around like that.” she said, “Don’t get in the way of a woman and her orgasm!” She flipped me off and walked away, grabbing her scarf and case and left. She left. She left me laying back on the booth, hard dick sticking straight up and pulsating. Drenched from her juices and cum. Not just my cock, but my whole ass and legs since the booth was basically a puddle and my pants since it dripped down.

Breathing hard and now experiencing a new level of shock. I instictively grab my cock and start to stroke it. Just as I get into I hear a door open and a group of people conversing as they enter the lounge. I quickly pull up my pants and zip and buckle up. The group walks past me with strange looks on their faces. Once they pass I head to the restroom.

I almost feel guilty thinking about jacking off and cumming and when I’m about to convince myself to just polish it off, I look at my watch. “Oh fuck! My flight!” I quickly grab another pair of pants from my carry on and change and rush to my gate which was just finishing up boarding. I make my way on and into business class. Out of breath, I settle in after putting my crap in the storage bins.

It may be morning here, but I am in need a stiff drink. As I look for a flight attendant and am not able to find one, I ring my service button. And when the flight attendant gets there, who do I see? You guessed it. “What can I get you sir?” she says with a complete straight-poker-face. I grin and stare into her eyes. She does even blink. “Bloody Mary” I tell her.  When she brings it back, she sets it down next to a napkin that has a phone number and address…in Hong Kong. Our destination. I smile big up at her and she holds her empty tray up to cover up from other passengers…and flips me off…AGAIN. She then grins and winks, followed by a lick of her lips.

This could be an interesting flight, not to mention the stay in Hong Kong!