Night flight

"... at an altitude of nine thousand meters, the outside temperature is minus forty-five degrees, estimated time of arrival at Tolmachevo Airport is four hours and forty minutes local time. The captain and crew wish you a pleasant flight."

Ada Markovna glanced over her neighbor's shoulder at the receding lights of the capital and asked the flight attendant for a cup of tea.

"First time flying?" the young man politely asked his neighbor. "About 18 years old, no more," Ada Markovna assessed with a practiced eye. "Trying to look independent. A pleasant boy, though."

"No... I'm a migratory bird. My grandchildren are in Novosibirsk with my daughter

and son-in-law. I fly to see them twice a year. I book seats on the night flight, tickets are cheaper," she explained. "And you?"

"Oh, I got into university and now I'm going home. Classes start in a couple of weeks, I hope to finally clear my head of textbooks," the young man rolled his eyes dreamily. The elderly woman nodded understandingly.

"We're flying together, allow me to introduce myself..." the guy caught himself, "Nikolai Toropov."

"Very pleased, my dear fellow traveler," she smiled and firmly shook the offered hand. "My name is Ada Markovna Berger."

"They'll start serving food right after takeoff," Nikolai declared with the air of an experienced traveler. "It's easier for them to 'get it over with' so they can sleep until landing."

"Yeah," Berger chimed in, "passengers sleep better on a full stomach. No worries. Though there aren't many of them anyway — it's off-season," she surveyed the half-empty cabin.

A casual conversation began between the fellow travelers. Nikolai tried to be attentive to the "elderly lady," as he dubbed her. From her clothes, manners, and the light but expensive scent of her perfume, the newly-minted student figured this "grandma" was not ordinary. Who knows what connections might be useful in the future.

Meanwhile, the elderly lady effortlessly kept up the conversation, surprising him with her broad knowledge, familiarity with modern gadgets, and normal reaction to slang. She readily laughed at jokes, cheerfully and openly, showing her snow-white, even teeth.

During dinner, the student learned she had been a widow for three years, that she was almost sixty, but she still worked "in a certain department." The young man couldn't suppress an exclamation of surprise. He looked skeptically at his fellow traveler's fit figure. No, of course, he remembered the grandchildren, but sixty... Involuntarily, his gaze lingered on her legs. Perhaps dark stockings hid some age-related changes, but their shape was quite something.

Ada Markovna intercepted this appraising look and smiled indulgently, though she didn't fuss or pull her skirt over her knees. The young man, noticing his interest was discovered, blushed and squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.

"Why are we talking about me, all about me. What about you, young man? Let's not talk about studies — that's boring. A fiancée or a girlfriend?! What's on the personal front?"

"There was..." the guy admitted with sadness in his voice. "We broke up a couple of months ago, as they say, we didn't get along."

"There, there," Madame Berger patted his knee patronizingly. "For such a handsome guy, it won't be hard to find a new girlfriend. Ah, youth, youth... a time of mistakes, pleasures, discoveries, experiments. Don't grieve for the past, there are more joys ahead."

"Uh-huh, thanks for the compliment," the student replied gloomily, "but for now I'm on the bench..."

The main lights in the cabin were turned off, leaving only the night lights on, and passengers began settling down for the night. Flight attendants handed out blankets to those who wanted them.

"I think I'll take a nap," Nikolai announced, taking a blanket from the flight attendant.

Ada Markovna studied his flushed cheeks and fluttering long eyelashes for a few minutes. The boy was dreaming something restless. A lone fat man across the aisle had been snoring for a while. The woman sighed, turned on her reading light, and opened the book she had brought for the journey. In the darkened cabin, everything grew still, the engines hummed evenly in the night. A flight attendant rustled past in her skirt a few times.

Passions raged on the pages of the book, intrigues flourished, betrayals multiplied, but for some reason, she couldn't read today. Besides, it seemed to have gotten cooler in the cabin. Ada regretted not taking a blanket. She glanced sideways, raised the armrest separating the seats, and moved a little closer to the sleeping youth. Waves of gentle warmth and a barely perceptible, attractive scent of a young male emanated from the young body. The elderly woman's nostrils quivered sensually, she carefully lowered her palm onto his thigh. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of heat that the fabric of his trousers couldn't isolate. Under her fingers, she could clearly feel a hard, oblong bulge. Well, of course, the boy was having erotic dreams! Ada Markovna explored this bulge with her fingers for a while, determining its shape and size through the material, all while watching the boy's face. The male organ under her fingers responded, increasing in size and twitching impatiently from time to time.

Ada tried to continue reading, holding the book in one hand while the other mechanically stroked the firm cock. It had been a long time since her hand had squeezed a hard, alive, twitching penis. Damn pleasant sensations! How stubbornly the stubborn flesh pushed against the fabric, striving to break free. She understood that his balls had gone to work, producing life-giving substance. She imagined how a pair of large spheres stirred in the hairy pouch of the scrotum and felt a response in her own body. Her labia below swelled and opened, her panties in the crotch immediately became wet, it became hot and slippery between her thighs. Her clitoris came alive, rising on its little legs, increasing in size. "Hmm, I guess reading is out of the question now..."

Covering herself and the sleeping guy up to the waist with the blanket, Ada, without hiding, began to massage, squeeze, and stroke the tented bulge on his fly. This bordered on madness, but the obsessive image of a male sexual organ with blue, prominent veins, a swollen, oozing fleshy head, pushed her towards adventure. She involuntarily licked her lips and sniffed. Could she really smell his musky scent? God, how she wanted to suck! To possess and tame! To wrap her lips around it and absorb every cell of the tense flesh, swallow every drop of the spicy juice.

Without stopping the sensual massage, she shook the boy's shoulder with her other hand. He stared dazedly, his eyes wide from sleep. Ada Markovna leaned over and quickly whispered:

"Take your penis out of your pants, I want to suck it."

"Huh? What? I don't understand..." the guy shook his head.

She repeated in a low voice, distinctly, looking into his eyes:

"Take out your penis, I will suck it."

By this point, the young man had come to his senses enough to realize what was happening. He felt the manipulations of the soft hand in his groin. Shocked, he blurted out in a hissing whisper:

"Are you crazy! Y... you... you're old enough to be my grandmother! What the hell!" and quite inappropriately added: "We're on a plane! People are around! We could be seen..."

"Don't squirm," Ada whispered hoarsely in response, "it's dark, everyone's asleep. Besides, I'll do everything under the blanket. Take it out!"

He helplessly opened and closed his mouth, looking around fearfully. She pressed on him:

"Baby, you're aroused to the limit, your cock is hard as a rock. A hell of a lot of cum has brewed in your balls. It's pushing out of you. It needs to be released. And you won't find a more pleasant place for it than my mouth. I need, damn it, your hot load. Let's help each other?! I promise, boy, you won't be disappointed, the old sucker will try her best."

"I... I don't know," Nikolai exhaled plaintively. "I..." he hesitated, "never understood people your age. Especially women. A... are you joking, making fun of me?"

"Fool! Everyone's the same. Older people have the same sexual hunger, just fewer opportunities. Enough talking, young man! Quickly take out your cock and feed mommy to her fill! I'm already shaking with impatience," with these words, Ada Markovna decisively pulled her skirt up to her waist and, as much as she could in the cramped position, spread her thighs, letting the youth understand she was serious.

The sight of female legs in black stockings with wide lace tops, and the small wet panties clinging tightly to the plump lips with a deep cleft between them, decided the matter. After a second of confusion, the young man hurriedly began unbuttoning his jeans with trembling hands.

"Good boy," the elderly woman purred with a predatory smile on her lips. Her eyes gleamed joyfully. "Wait, don't cover it with the blanket, let me look at it a little."

Ada began breathing rapidly, inhaling air with quivering nostrils, examining the magnificent specimen of masculinity. The organ was large, thick and bumpy, slightly curved to the side, with a large purple head, fleshy cheeks, and a prominent ridge along the top. From the slit of the urethra, crowning the splendid glans, a large, viscous, and transparent drop had squeezed out, showing the male's readiness and impatience. porn stories The woman grunted with pleasure. Without taking her eyes off the young man's excited face, she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue far. She placed the tip of her tongue at the base of the shaft, where the curly hairs covering the wrinkled scrotum began, and slowly moved upwards, leaving a wet trail along the entire length. She lingered a little, gently scratching the frenulum with the sharp tip of her tongue, and then, with a quiet sob, deftly caught the resinous drop and swallowed it noisily.

"Gooood boy... and tasty... My God, it's so alive, strong — just a dream! Well, close your eyes, baby, and enjoy. Mommy is going under the blanket to suck all the tasty stuff out of you. Don't hold back!"

Surprisingly, the young man felt not the slightest bit of antipathy. Moreover, in the gloom, the excited elderly woman seemed attractive and desirable to him. She seemed to have shed about 18-20 years. Perhaps this was due to her well-groomed appearance and excellent shape, or maybe it was the acute arousal that clouded his mind. The sensations that the "grandma's" mouth and tongue gave him were something he had never experienced before. The attempts of his peers were nothing compared to the skill and enthusiasm of an experienced woman. The genuine, intoxicating voluptuousness with which the sixty-year-old lady caressed his blazing organ revealed to him the difference between forced pretense and true desire. The woman's unrestrained thirst spurred his own sensuality. Intensifying, the arousal ricocheted back to her and, receiving an additional charge, flew back to him. Caught in a sensual resonance, they instantly soared on these swings to the peak of the strongest pleasure.

Only the hum of the engines hid the obscene sounds made by the engrossed couple. The youth groaned aloud, occasionally grabbing the head of his adult partner right through the blanket when she caused pleasure that was almost unbearably intense. As for Ada Markovna herself, heated, breathless, and crazed, she noisily sucked, licked, swallowed, smacked, and moaned admiringly.

Orgasm inexorably approached the student like an avalanche. Already, branching bundles of electrical impulses ran from his groin to his tailbone, his spine ached sweetly and his seminal cords vibrated, heralding a crushing and emptying ejaculation... And at that moment, someone tapped demandingly on the shoulder of the young man, who was breathing like a dog on a hot afternoon.

"Hey, you two, what are you doing here?!"

Opening his eyes in fright, Nikolai saw a flight attendant leaning over them. And the expression on her face did not bode well. Instantly, all possible heavenly punishments flashed through his mind. With trembling lips, the student shamefully babbled:

"I... I... didn't... She... you see, see... this... not me! No, I would never..." he shrugged stupidly and pointed with both hands at the moving head under the blanket.

Ada Markovna's reaction was fundamentally different from the young man's behavior. "Lord, why do such exceptional cocks go to such exceptionally young idiots?! Just don't let him lose it from fear, it'll ruin all the fun..." She released the creamy head from her lips with some regret and resolutely surfaced.

"Be quiet for now," she casually threw at the trembling boy, and calmly turned to the source of the disturbance. "Ah, it's you, dear," Ada Markovna smiled friendly. "Nothing special is happening here. I was just giving the guy a good blowjob until you interrupted us."

The tone in which these words were spoken hinted unambiguously that the flight attendant, in her zeal, had stepped onto someone else's territory, intruded into personal relations that were none of her business.

"Did we cause a disturbance, or interfere with the operation of the aircraft?" Madame Berger asked coolly, eloquently glancing around the space of the peacefully snoring passenger cabin.

The thirty-year-old flight attendant, accustomed to feeling like some kind of queen of the sky on board, conducting investigations and passing judgment without removing her wings, was taken aback. She looked at the wet face of the elderly passenger, at her shiny — obviously from something — lips, which she kept licking, and for the first time in her life, she was at a loss. She knew how to deal with drunken hooligans, sick people, children, important persons, terrorists, hysterical women, even State Duma deputies, but in this particular case, her confidence failed her. "Really. Well, I caught them, and what next? In first class, a couple is kissing like crazy... These went further... But they're in their seats, not bothering anyone... Hooliganism? Doubtful, and there are no witnesses. The old lady is sucking quietly... Lord, what am I thinking?!"

Meanwhile, Ada Markovna, as if nothing had happened, calmly pulled the blanket aside, revealing the gleaming, purple-from-strain phallus. Nikolai jerked in panic, but the elderly lady, like to a little child, pursed her lips and soothingly clicked: "Tsk-tsk-tsk... Shh, shh, baby, calm down. The ladies will sort it out now and you'll feel good again. Shh... shh... Sit still, I said!" she barked sternly at the end. And again turned her gaze to the blushing flight attendant, casually stroking the bumpy shaft and scratching the hairy scrotum beneath it.

"Look at it! Do you want me to leave the poor boy in this state? Are you a sadist?! Look, he's about to burst from the strain! His cum is already standing in his urethra, bursting it. You interrupted us seconds before the sweetest part. Listen, maybe you're jealous?"

"No, no, what are you... I was just worried about the other passengers, sorry..." the flight attendant desperately shook her head, demonstratively averting her gaze and shielding herself with her hand from the piece of pure lust on display. And what lust! Her eyes involuntarily returned to this shame, her disobedient fingers spread apart, revealing the terrible sight. "Those veins... That damn head... And it's all wet, slippery... Ugh... raw, hot... Mmm..." She met the passenger's eyes; she seemed to look right into the young woman's soul. "How awful, those depraved shiny lips of the old woman! How low to fall... umm..." As if reading the thoughts of the nervous flight attendant, the elderly lady slowly ran her tongue over her lips, lifting her chin demandingly. Not understanding how it happened, the flight attendant mechanically licked her lips in response.

"So, so, girlie... I think you're not at all against tasting this specimen. It's good, huh?! Look how appetizing! Heated up just right. You just have to skim the cream!"

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