Susan was nervous about her trip. It was her first time flying in many years and she was reluctant to get on the plane. It was a long flight from Portland to Chicago and her job depended on this trip. She sat in the airport at the gate and looked nervously around. She had twenty minutes until they were going to start boarding the plane, just enough time to bolt. Susan shook her head and tried to concentrate on the book she was holding in her lap. She couldn’t back out of this trip; she’d be fired.

Susan sighed and leaned her head back, closing her eyes against the glare of the fluorescent lights. She stretched her neck out and when she opened her eyes again, there was a man in the seat across from her staring. She blinked, and looked around. She wasn’t used to being stared at.

The man smiled at her. “Your book is upside down,” he told her.

Susan looked down at the book she had been holding and saw that it was in fact upside down. She had been too flustered with her nerves to notice that when she was “concentrating” on her book, she was reading it upside down.

“Damn,” she said.

“Don’t like flying?” he asked her.

“Is it that obvious?” she replied.

He laughed and told her that it kind of was. Susan blushed with embarrassment that she was such a wimp when it came to a silly little thing like airplanes. She focused on the man. He was attractive, with light brown hair and friendly eyes. She thought she liked him very much. It had been so long since she had met anyone worth talking to and even longer since she had met anyone worth having sex with. It had been so long that her entire body was tense all the time. Susan wondered often if all she really needed was to get laid.

They continued to talk until the plane boarded and she realized that in all that time she hadn’t had time to think about dreading the plane ride. He had distracted her from her worries. Susan found herself touched by the thoughtful gesture. She also realized that they hadn’t been introduced. As they waited in line to get on the plane, Susan told him her name and he told her his name was George.

“Pleased to meet you, George,” Susan said smiling. She held out her hand to shake his and he took it. Instead of shaking her hand, though, he brought it to his lips and kissed her. Susan’s heart skipped a beat. How romantic, she thought. She had to stop herself from giggling like a schoolgirl. Her face grew pink as she caught herself wondering what he would be like in bed.

“The pleasure is mine, Susan,” George told her, grinning knowingly at the look on her face.

They found their seats on the plane and discovered to their surprise that George was only one row behind Susan. He managed to switch seats with an old lady whose seat was next to Susan by giving her his window seat. They fastened their seat belts and prepared for the long ride ahead.

They talked for hours, enjoying each other’s conversation and company. They had a great deal in common and made each other laugh. It was the perfect plane ride. Susan never once thought about how scared she was or what if the plane crashed or anything. She could hardly think at all. They each had a glass of wine and peanuts when the beverage cart rolled by. George paid for Susan’s and she thanked, appreciating the gesture. The wine was sweet and went down easily. He ordered them two more, which they drank quickly before the lady with the garbage bag came by to take away their trash.

About halfway through the plane ride, Susan realized she had to go to the bathroom. She excused herself and headed down the aisle to the lavatory. Shutting herself in the tiny room, she did her business and then checked her reflection. She seemed to be having a good hair day and had had the presence of mind to do her makeup that morning. All in all, she was fairly satisfied with her appearance for once. She smoothed her skirt and as she looked in the mirror she thought about George. She was sure now that she wanted him. She wanted him badly. He was sexy and sweet and seemed to find her attractive. She watched in the mirror as her cheeks grew hot. She wanted him to touch her. She leaned back against the wall and imagined his hands on her right now. She dipped her hand into her skirt and began to touch herself. She moaned quietly as she rubbed her clit and thought of George’s dick. She imagined it was huge and would feel insanely good entering her. Her hand worked faster as she got more and more excited. She came quickly. Her skin was rosy and glowing from her orgasm and she wondered if anyone would notice.

She unlocked the door to leave the bathroom, when she bumped right into George. He pushed her backwards against the wall of the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind him.

“I couldn’t take it anymore,” he said breathily. “I had to have you.” He kissed her passionately and Susan kissed him back. His lips were everything she had been fantasizing about. The space was so small that there was barely room to maneuver. Susan’s back was against the little sink and George was in front of her. She could feel his hardness on her leg and it made her crazy. As he plundered her mouth with his tongue, she slid a hand up his leg and rubbed his dick through his pants. He moaned into her lips. She worked him with her hand while at the same time undoing his belt.

She thanked the gods that she had worn a skirt that day. She had had no idea when she got dressed that morning just how well she had chosen her outfit. Her thoughts of thanks grew louder in her head as his hand made its way up her thigh, under her skirt, and shoved her panties aside. She cried out, forgetting for a second where they were and that she needed to be quiet, as his fingers plunged into her. She was already sopping wet, she had been sopping wet all day just thinking about him. She moaned into his ear as he thrust his fingers in and out of her.

“God, you’re so wet,” he whispered in her ear.

“I was thinking about you,” she answered him boldly. Her inhibitions were gone. Susan tugged his pants down, revealing his large, pink erection. His dick was perfect and Susan thought that she couldn’t wait to have it inside her. George lifted her up and lowered her onto his throbbing member. Her hands clenched his skin as the pleasure ran through her. He was so big, he filled her completely. She moved on top of him, restricted by the size of the room, but eager to please him regardless. He kept his hands on her ass, rocking her up and down on his dick. She squeezed him with her thighs and with her tight pussy.

She rode him hard and they banged into the walls of the bathroom enough to announce to the entire plane what they were doing in there. She held on to him tightly as he shoved his dick into her over and over. The waves of pleasure running through her body were intense. She could feel her climax building in a crescendo of ecstasy. George grunted, feeling his own impending orgasm.

Susan’s hands tangled in his hair while her body erupted in the spasms of a fantastic climax. She threw her head back and bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her entire body was quaking with erotic sensations. She thought she would be shaking the rest of the day. George, with a final thrust, poured into her. The two would have collapsed together but the space would not allow for that. They tried to straighten themselves up as best they could after that.

Susan left the bathroom first and resumed her seat by the window. Her face was flush and pink with afterglow. She gazed out the window, refusing to be embarrassed by all the stares she had received on her way back to her seat. George followed shortly after and as soon as he took his seat next to her, the airplane erupted in applause. George looked around and realized they were of course all clapping for them and their little bathroom escapade.