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Jovan was a happy man, sitting in the United terminal of the Miami airport. After five longs months of active duty in Iraq he was going home to Chicago. Tall, fit, and black, Jovan cut a striking figure in his Army uniform. He stretched out his legs, leaned back and closed his eyes. It had been a long time, he thought, since he'd gotten laid; Iraqi women just weren't his type. He tried to conjure up the ideal fuck in his mind but just couldn't hold the image.

Then he opened his eyes, and to his astonishment his dream slut materialized. Walking down the terminal, hips swaying, breasts bouncing, she moved towards his gate. Her hair was blond, her face beautiful, and her huge tits were barely contained by her low-cut, tan patterned dress. Jovan couldn't take his eyes off her as she passed, and was glad he didn't when he saw her big, sexy ass gyrating with every step of her come-fuck-me heels. He had never before seen such nice tits, narrow waist, and sister-booty on a white girl.

His luck held as she turned into his gate. "Apparently she's on my plane," Jovan said to himself. "Shit!" The woman checked the flight number on the gate, then sat down a few rows from Jovan. He had a clear, if too-distant, view as she pulled a National Enquirer from her bag and crossed her legs. This made her skirt ride half way up her thigh, but she either didn't notice or didn't mind because she left it that way.

Jovan watched the woman closely and fantasized about what he would do to her if given the chance. She turned the pages of her paper slowly, pursing her hot red lips and cocking an eyebrow from time to time. Then a man sat down two seats from her, blocking Jovan's view. "Damn," he thought. "This luck has got to hold!"

And it did. No sooner did the man sit down, than the woman lowered her paper and shifted to the edge of her chair. This brought her back into Jovan's line of sight. She turned towards the man and said something Jovan couldn't quite hear. But he could plainly see that she pressed her shoulders together and leaned forward as she spoke, causing her huge tits to swell into inches and inches of cleavage. "Lucky bastard," Jovan thought. "She's teasing him!"

Jovan watched the little drama unfold. The woman was chatting with the man, laughing and tossing her hair. This made her tits bounce seductively, and then she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. As she did so her skirt opened and Jovan, and certainly the man she was talking to, could plainly see that she had nothing on underneath. At this point Jovan, and no doubt the other man, started getting hard. The woman reached out a hand and touched the man's thigh, and light flashed off the diamonds on her finger. "Damn," Jovan thought, "The bitch is married!"

At that moment the steward announced pre-boarding for their flight. Jovan hated to leave the show, but as a service member with special luggage, he had to pre-board. His seat was next to the window in the very first row, which gave him extra room since he was so tall. The flight looked pretty empty, so he hoped he'd have both seats to himself. He stowed his luggage, sat back, and closed his eyes to fantasize about the blond.

As other passengers started boarding, Jovan opened his eyes and watched for the woman. His hopes waned and then fell as passenger after passenger boarded, but she didn't. When the man she'd been flirting with boarded Jovan thought he could see a bulge in his pants. "I'll bet he has fun jacking off in the rear bathroom!" Jovan thought with a smile. He picked up the in-flight magazine, hoping to find something to take his mind off the hot blond.

Then, just when he thought everyone was on board, she appeared in the door of the plane. When she noticed Jovan staring at her she smiled brightly and said, "Hi! Would you mind helping me with this?" She gestured to her carry-on. "I just have to get something out of it first." Jovan nodded and watched as she bent down and slowly unzipped the bag. Her pendulous breasts almost fell out of her plunge bra, and Jovan almost dropped his magazine.

Still bent over, she pulled her National Enquirer from her bag and then looked him in the eye and winked. "I hope you won't think less of me because I read the Enquirer," she purred. She obviously knew he was ogling her tits, and she liked it. Jovan lifted her carry-on into the overhead bin and sat back down. The woman thanked him, then looked at her boarding pass. Her seat was in the row across the aisle from Jovan's, next to the window, and she smiled at him as she sat down.

The stewardess closed the doors and gave the safety instructions that no one listens to. Jovan looked back and saw that there were only about forty passengers on the plane, and the nearest one was four rows back. He paged through his magazine, occasionally stealing a glance at the blond as the plane rolled towards take-off. He had a clear view of her since the seats between them were empty. She was reading her paper and occasionally looked out the window. She seemed nervous, and got increasingly so as the plane accelerated and left the ground.

When the stewardess came by with drinks Jovan ordered Diet Coke, and notice the woman ordered a Bloody Mary. She took two pills from her purse and washed them down with the drink; this seemed to calm her almost immediately and she unbuckled her seat belt and shifted side-ways in her seat. She went back to her paper and, apparently unconsciously, curled one leg under her. Jovan noticed, to his amazement, that this had the effect of pushing her skirt almost up to her waist, revealing her pussy.

The woman held the paper in front of her as she read, so Jovan didn't have to be discrete as he stared up her dress. Her pussy was smooth and shaved, except for a triangle fringe of ginger hair on her pubic mound. Her slit's pink fatness caught the light coming from Jovan's window, revealing a sheen of wetness along the inner lips. Jovan's large cock was making a tent in his fatigues and he had to concentrate to keep breathing.

Suddenly he noticed the woman was watching him from just above the top of her Enquirer as he stared at her pussy! Rather than act guilty he decided to brazen it out and gave her a big grin. She lowered the paper and grinned back, making a point of staring at the huge bulge in his pants. She placed the paper on her lap in a way that hid her cunt from passers-by, but still gave Jovan a good view. Then she slid her hand under her dress and started playing with her clit.

The woman's gaze flitted between Jovan's eyes and his crotch as she stroked herself. Her big tits jiggled and swayed as she moved her fingers faster and faster. A man walked by to use the forward restroom and stopped to stare at her in surprise. She simply smiled at him and licked her lips. He looked up and down the aisle and then smiled back and sat down next to her. Jovan's view was blocked again, but he shifted forward in his seat to see what happened next.

The man tentatively reached forward and traced his fingers down the woman's cleavage. She kept frigging herself, stifling moans. She then kicked off a shoe and lifted a foot into the man's lap, pushing her toes against his obvious hard-on. This opened her pussy and Jovan could see its pink tenderness, shiny with her copious cum. The man fondled her tits roughly as she jacked him with her foot.

It didn't take long before the man was shifting around in his seat, obviously ejaculating in his pants. This sent the woman over the edge and Jovan could see little jets of cum squirt from her cunt onto the man's pant leg. She smiled sweetly at the man and then shifted back around to straighten her dress and put on her shoe. He smiled back and leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head and offered him her cheek. He took what he could get, then got up and went to the restroom.

The woman gazed over at Jovan and gave him a dirty little smile. It seemed clear that she had put on a show just for him, and he appreciated it. He smiled back. The plane started its descent into Chicago's O'Hare airport, and the man in the restroom came out and moved down the aisle. He stopped at the woman's row and held out a piece of paper with something written on it. The woman just smiled and shook her head no, and the man walked on looking disappointed.

The plane landed and taxied to the gate, and once again the woman asked Jovan to help her with her carry-on. As he reached up into the overhead bin, she bent over to get her purse, and pushed her large ass into his crotch. He pressed his erection into her fat firmness, and almost lost control of her bag. As she turned around, she smiled sweetly, thanked him, and handed him a card she'd taken from her purse. He followed her up the ramp, watching her round bottom bounce and sway with every step.

When they reached the gate he glanced down at the card. There, in a very feminine hand, was written, "If you liked what you saw, meet me and my husband at the O'Hare Hilton, room 103 in an hour. – Ashley"

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