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Ashley's Adventures

Chapter 01: Mile High

Jerry slumped in seat 12D of United flight 1420 from Chicago's O'Hare airport to New Orleans. He was tired and bored after fruitless business meetings in the Windy City, and now he had two hours of cramped misery to look forward to before he landed in his hometown.

He was looking out the window at the baggage handlers when he heard a soft, sexy voice say, "Oh, thank you!" He turned just in time to see a lovely blond woman push her carry-on into the overhead bin, with the help of another passenger. Jerry couldn't help but notice how her large breasts jiggled as she shoved the suitcase into the bin, and he could scarcely believe his luck when she smiled and said, "Here's my seat!" and sat down next to him.

She turned to him and held out a perfectly manicured hand. "I'm Ashley!" He took her hand and mumbled his name, a little dazed by what he saw. She looked like she was in her early thirties, beautiful hair, perfect makeup, and those huge tits. Her top was black and low cut and Jerry could see ample amounts of cleavage; he found himself staring and mentally estimating "Double-Ds." Her skirt was also black and relatively conservative, but as she twisted in her seat it rode slightly up her shapely thighs. Jerry was a sucker for curvy women and Ashley was certainly that. "36DD 30 40," he thought; he was not far wrong.

As Ashley made herself comfortable Jerry tried to be inconspicuous as he looked at her breasts. They were mesmerizing – so big and in motion. Jerry started thinking about what it would be like to touch them. It had been a long time since he'd been with a woman and he felt an almost forgotten pressure in his groin.

As the plane started to move, Ashley turned and bent to look out the window. Jerry was surrounded by the heady scent of her perfume, and was treated to a full view of her tits, barely contained in her plunge bra. He lost track of his surroundings as he stared, imagining Ashley's breasts naked and in his hands.

When he came to, he realized Ashley was no longer staring out the window. She was looking at him as he stared at her chest. His face got hot and he mumbled an apology. She smiled sweetly, put her hand on his leg, and leaned forward even further. "That's ok, Jerry," she said. "I don't mind."

He noticed in that moment that her eyes were a beautiful shade of green, and her lips were very sexy, red, and wet. He felt her fingernails trace circles on his thigh, and the motion made her tits bunch and move in a most alluring fashion. The pressure in his groin became a swelling in his cock as his excitement grew.

"You like my tits?" she asked. He nodded. "So does my husband," she smiled. Jerry swallowed hard, "Husband?" he croaked. "Don't worry sweetie," she giggled. "He likes it when I act like a slut with other men. Do you think I'm a slut Jerry?"

Even in his aroused and confused state, Jerry knew this was a delicate question. Did she want him to think she was a slut or not? By the way she was acting, Jerry finally decided she did.

He had to clear his throat twice before he could answer. "Um, yes I guess I do think you're a slut." Ashley smiled, and traced her fingers a little higher up his thigh. "Do you mind?" she asked. Jerry grinned, "No, I think you're terrific."

The plane started to accelerate for take-off and Ashley sat back in her seat, but kept her hand on Jerry's thigh. He felt her squeeze hard as the plane left the ground, and noticed her breasts rising and falling as her breathing deepened and increased. "I'm a little scared of flying," she laughed. He smiled and noticed her hard nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her blouse. Ashley was obviously a woman easily aroused.

After they reached altitude drinks were served. Ashley lowered both of their trays – even though Jerry wasn't drinking. She ordered a Bloody Mary and made it heavy on the vodka. She washed down a couple of Xanax with it as she winked at Jerry. "This helps with the flying jitters," she said. It probably also helps with the slut persona, he thought.

And he was right. When the captain lowered the lights for the in-flight movie, Ashley unbuckled her safety belt, raised the arm-rest between their seats, and leaned over to close the window shade – once again giving Jerry a clear view of her magnificent tits. Then it became clear why she'd lowered both trays; her hand – which had scarcely left Jerry's thigh during the entire flight – began a slow, tantalizing trek towards his crotch, hidden from sight by the little tables.

Ashley smiled at Jerry with a cocked eyebrow, as if to ask permission before reaching into the candy jar. He smiled back and her hand continued to move. Ashley shifted in her seat and spread her legs slightly. Her skirt rode up higher and Jerry could just discern the downy fringe of her pubic hair and the smoothness of her shaved pussy lips. Even in the low light he could see the glistening wetness of her wantonness.

Ashley's smile broadened as she watched Jerry ogle her cunt. She pressed her shoulders forward, deepening the cleft between her tits and showed Jerry mounds of lovely flesh. At that moment her hand reached his cock, which was now fully erect and pulsing with excitement. "Mmmmm," she sighed. "You're so big!" His cock jumped under her hand and he smiled.

Jerry was astonished almost to disbelief at what was happening to him. It was beyond anything he had contrived in his most ambitious masturbatory fantasies. A beautiful, sexy, curvy woman was showing him her tits and pussy and jacking him off at thirty-five thousand feet!

Jerry's boldness was growing along with his cock, and he worked up the nerve to put his hand in Ashley's lap. When she closed her eyes and moaned, increasing her rhythmic stroking of his cock, he took it as permission and pressed his finger against her clit. Her hips immediately bucked and she giggled, "You naughty man."

As Jerry continued to tease her clit and dip his fingers into her wet slit, Ashley pulled down his zipper and pulled his cock out of his pants. He almost came from the touch of her hand on his flesh, and he had to stifle a groan. This clearly turned her on even more, and he felt her cum leak onto his probing fingers.

Ashley took her cocktail napkin and placed it on Jerry's pants. "Wouldn't want to make a mess, now would we?" she smiled. Jerry's balls felt like they were going to explode as Ashley jacked his cock faster and faster. Her tits were bouncing magnificently in time with her stroking and her right nipple rode up and out of her bra.

This was all Jerry could take and his cock swelled in Ashley's hand, then jerked spasmodically as stream after stream of hot jiz shot out of its engorged head. The little napkin quickly filled and overflowed with cum, and Ashley used her other hand to catch the rest and protect Jerry's pants. With a dirty grin she pressed her hand to her chest and let his cum run down her cleavage.

Ashley's eyes closed and she fondled Jerry's softening cock. His fingers continued their twirling motion around her sopping clit, and Ashley's hips swayed and bucked faster and faster until, to Jerry's surprise, he felt a gush of liquid hit his hand. Ashley made little squeaking sounds as she suppressed an orgasmic scream. Jerry had never made a woman squirt before and hoped to God he would do it again.

Spent but still humming from their tryst, they did their best to straighten their clothes and dispose of the napkin. Looking around, they determined to their relief that no one seemed to have noticed their little escapade. They looked at each other and smiled at their dirty little secret.

As their plane landed in New Orleans, Jerry asked Ashley to have dinner with him, but she had to catch a connecting flight to Miami. She gave him her email address and told him to let her know if he visited Chicago again. Her husband, she said, would love to watch them reprise their performance.

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