Airplane Sex: A Transatlantic Tryst

Esmée and I met on a transatlantic flight from Amsterdam to New York. She was a stunning Dutch woman with piercing blue eyes, long blonde hair, and a fit, athletic build. We struck up a conversation in the airport lounge and discovered we were both seated in business class.

As soon as we took off, I could tell Esmée was interested in me. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, her breath hot on my neck. "I've always had a thing for handsome American men," she said with a wink. I couldn't help but be drawn to her exotic accent and confident demeanor.

We chatted and laughed for hours, sipping champagne and enjoying the luxurious amenities of the business class cabin. As the flight wore on, our conversation became more flirtatious and suggestive. Esmée leaned in closer, her hand resting on my thigh. I could feel the heat radiating off her body and the chemistry between us was undeniable.

Eventually, we couldn't resist the temptation any longer. We made our way to the empty business class lounge, dimly lit and filled with plush seating. Esmée wasted no time pulling me close and kissing me deeply. Our tongues danced as our hands explored each other's bodies.

Esmée was wearing a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her curves and showed off her toned legs. I couldn't help but run my hands up and down her body, feeling the softness of her skin and the firmness of her muscles. She moaned with pleasure as I caressed her breasts and teased her nipples through the fabric of her dress.

Esmée was just as eager to explore my body. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. I could feel myself getting harder by the second as she kissed and nibbled my neck and earlobes.

We were both ready to take things to the next level. Esmée climbed onto my lap, straddling me as we continued to kiss. I could feel her heat through her dress as she ground against me. She reached down and pulled my pants down, freeing my cock.

Esmée wasted no time sliding down onto me, taking me deep inside her. We both moaned with pleasure as she began to ride me, her hips moving in time with my thrusts. The feeling of her tight, wet pussy surrounding me was incredible.

We moved to the plush seating, Esmée on top of me as she continued to ride me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Esmée must have sensed it too, because she began to moan louder and louder, urging me on.

"Yes, John, cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up," she whispered in my ear. That was all it took. I let out a loud moan as I came hard inside her, my cock throbbing with pleasure. Esmée collapsed on top of me, her body trembling with her own orgasm.

We lay there for a moment, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. Esmée looked up at me with a satisfied smile. "That was incredible," she said. "I can't wait to do it again."