Hi i am REKHA
This incident happened 4 summers ago (2006) when I was on my way to visit my cousin at London. I was to take the British Airways direct flight from Mumbai to London Heathrow Airport departing Mumbai at 2.30 am in the morning. I had come to Mumbai a day in advance from Kolkata and stayed with my ex-hostel mate Marzina, who was married to a business man, staying in Powaii.
I was totally exhausted and tired from the long 4 hour afternoon sex-romp session I had with Marzina, sort of reliving our past hostel days at Sophia College, Mumbai. Marzina, who was originally from Bangalore, was a year senior to me when I joined the Sophia College and managed my hostel accommodation. Ragging was a common practice those days, and for the benefit of my readers and ‘fans’ I just want to state that the ragging we had to undergo is ‘no less’ severe and innovative than the ones’ we which the boys had to undergo at engineering or medical college hostels. My assignment was to satisfy Marzina sexually in whichever way I wanted, till she reached her orgasm.
Back to story
I was supposed to reach the airport at 11.30 pm, three hours before the scheduled departure time. But from my past experience, as well that of Marzina & her husband, we decided that it was good enough if we reach 2 hours before scheduled departure. They dropped me at the entrance gate, and after I got myself a trolley and went inside, I could see Marzina waving me goodbye before going and joining her husband in their car. To my surprise, while screening the check-in baggage, I could see a long serpent like queue to the check-in counters of the BA flight.
There must have been over 200 passengers in that queue and I thought that I might just be off loaded. However, on enquiry to a roaming airline executive I was informed that the flight was full, and they will try to accommodate all passengers. I knew that all airlines have the habit of over booking passengers and now my tummy started having goose bumps and I started ‘praying’ so that I don’t miss this flight.
About an hour later I was at the beginning of a limited queue of about 50/60 people and was directed to one of the check-in counters. The girl at the counter weighed my luggage and hearing that I preferred a ‘window seat preferably with extra leg space’ instantly commented, “Ma’am, you are lucky to get a seat, as the flight is totally booked, but let me see the best I can do”.
After fiddling with her computer keyboard for 3 to 4 minutes she shook her head and said, “Sorry ma’am, we are going to close the booking soon and I can see only about 10 seats remaining and no window or aisle seats either. So the choice I can offer you is would you like to be at the front end or at the rear of the aircraft where the toilets would be easily accessible”? I chose the rear, and was given a middle of a 4-seater at the rear of the aircraft.
Thanking my stars that I did not miss my flight I quickly ran towards the emigration counters. By the time I completed all the emigration & customs formalities, I heard the overhead sound system announcing the passengers to proceed towards the boarding enclosure. I quickly made a hurried trip to the STD booth at the end of the hall and made 2 calls, one to my cousin at London informing that the flight is on time and the other to my husband in Dubai informing about my impending departure.
The waiting enclosure just before boarding the aircraft was absolutely full, and I somehow made way and stood right in front of the boarding gate. After infants & wheelchair passengers were allowed to board, they announced systematic boarding for the general economy passengers for the last 10 rows. Since my seat was nearly at the rear of the aircraft I quickly hurried and was ushered to my seat by an airhostess who gave me a well-practiced smile. I tried to make conversation by telling her that since I arrived late, I could not get an aisle or window seat, and requested her to see if after the boarding is over to change my seat in case anything is vacant. She agreed and showed me to my seat which was next to a woman travelling with her 3 year old daughter. I sat on my designated seat no. ‘D’ and opened my sealed disinfected ‘blanket’ and kept it near my feet as I felt the cabin was already pretty cool.
About 20 minutes passed and no one came to the aisle seat next to me. I felt very elated and was about to change my seat when a man came running down the aisle panting and gasping for breath. He gave me a customary smile and took his seat beside me. From the corner of my eyes I could see that he had a wry mischievous smile realising that he had the next nine hours with a pretty and sexy 36-28-38 woman by his side. Before long the plane taxied on to the runway and took off just about 10 minutes behind schedule.
The woman next to me lifted the handle in between the two seats, laid a blanket in their two seats, put the pillows next to my seat and made her young daughter lie down. She sat in the aisle seat and took her daughters legs and put it on her lap and spread the other blanket on her daughter to make her comfortable. I reclined my seat to the extent possible, wrapped the blanket around me, opened and kept aside the headphones and other stuff like tiny toothbrush & toothpaste, and eye-shade provided in the polythene pack, closed my eyes and started thinking.
I thought of meeting my cousin who was 4 years older to me, now married and settled in London, with whom I had developed an incestuous relationship 10 years ago, soon after my Monimama had migrated to Australia in 1996. Now two years into his marriage, I wondered if I could have him again without bhabi’s knowledge. Then I remembered that his wife is also working, and I was sure I could persuade him to return home early in the afternoon and have sessions with me for a few times during my holiday to UK.
The last time I had sex was 2 months ago, when my husband visited me from UAE just after the Dubai shopping festival, when his company granted him 3 weeks leave. We had literally fucked day & night for 3 weeks and my husband had not only left me back at Kolkata completely satisfied sexually, but also lost 3 kgs of his 68 kgs frame from the day-night sex-romps.
I soon came back to reality when the air hostess came with a 4-wheeled container offering us drinks (both soft and hard liquor). She placed a paper napkin and a small pouch of roasted peanuts on each make-shift table which opened out from the rear of the front seat. The guy next to me took two small miniature bottles of Scotch whisky with mineral water & lots of ice while I just ordered a glass of mineral water.
“It’s quite cold here in the cabin, so why don’t you take something which can keep you warm ma’am, provided you are not averse to taking alcohol sometimes” he said.
I turned my head and observed him closely and realised he was fair, well built, in his mid-thirties, quite handsome, very neatly dressed and I could smell the aroma of an expensive light musky perfume that he had worn. I told him that although I was a social drinker, I was tired and just hoped that I could quickly have a nice sleep so that I could be fresh when we land at London’s Heathrow airport at 7.30 in the morning (local time).
“I am a regular traveller in these long haul flights due to my nature of work and I always take 2 or 3 shots of whisky, followed by a light meal, and then pop 2 nerve relaxant pills which ensure that I have an uninterrupted sleep and well rested, ready to face my next day head on” he said.
He tried to justify to me that sometimes extra tiredness can lead to ‘insomnia’ occasionally and a little dose of alcohol helps to soothe the nerves and helps one to relax easily. I told him that the stewardess had already moved forward, but he said he will manage for me, and enquired what I would like to have. When I said red wine would be fine, he suggested that I should try out a ‘screw driver’.
As I nodded my approval, he folded his small dinner table and went to the stewardess who was serving a few rows ahead of us and got me the stuff. While he sat down and took his stuff from my table and turned towards me to mix my ‘screw driver’ his elbow got entangled in my blanket. I quickly took off my blanket and placed it below near my feet. He turned towards me, mixed my 1st drink and said, “You look stunning ma’am” looking at my deep cut embroidered pink top and matching printed skirt, and my trade mark diamond earrings and a gold chain with a large ‘white basrahi pearl’ which I always wear.
“Thank you” I said. “You can call me Rekha”.
“I am Sanket” he replied.
“Hi Sanket, it’s nice to meet you”.
We started chatting and he gave me his visiting card. I came to know that he was working for a software company, based at Mumbai, and was responsible for international marketing, which took him to all parts of the world frequently. He showed me pictures of his two kids and wife from his wallet. While putting back the photographs of his family, he shifted in his seat and his elbow was firmly pressing against the side of my left boob, but I seemed not to notice even though I realised it was not accidental.
I never made any effort to get away from the firm pressure exerted by his arms as we continued chatting on various topics. Before long I realised that we had both finished two rounds of our respective drinks, and Sanket had picked up the empty bottles, glasses and peanut pouches and got up to get rid of them in the garbage bin located at the kitchen-alley about 15 rows in front of us where the air-hostesses were busy making ready the dinner for all the passengers. He arrived back in a flash this time with a couple of peanut packets and two filled glasses in his hand, one with his Scotch on the rocks and the other with a ‘screw driver’ for me.
I tried to protest that I had had enough, but his husky voice justifying that the contents of the miniature bottles were much less than the 60 ml pegs we get at the restaurants doused my protests into the empty ‘stratosphere’ 30,000 feet above the ground.
Suddenly I was feeling hungry & horny at the same time. I never seem to have felt this way before. I looked at my right, the young 3 year old had fallen asleep and his mom was busy watching a movie on her personal screen attached to the rear of the seat in front of her. This time Sanket raised his glass in front of my face in toast, and uttered “May this be the most wonderful & unforgettable flight for my new friend Rekha” sipping his Scotch on the rocks. I too raised my glass in toast, but wondered what he actually meant by his remarks. He put down his glass and opened both the roasted peanut packets and emptied them on to a napkin in my tray-table and indicated me to take from it.
I had my drink on my right hand and was picking the nuts one by one and putting them in my mouth, as if in a hypnotic state obeying my mater’s instructions. Sanket laid his elbow on the arm-rest and placed the back of his palm firmly against the side of my left breast over my pink top. Somehow it felt nice and I allowed him to continue as he brushed his hand slowly. I could feel that my third ‘screw driver’ drink was actually screwing up my mind.
Honestly I didn’t realise how time went by and we had finished our drink and meal which was served to us. I noticed my watch and saw that it was past 4 am IST, so we must have been airborne for about 1-1/2 hours. I could barely calculate in my mind that it was still 7.30 hours to go before we land at London airport.
I stood up to go to the toilet and Sanket left his seat to allow me to pass. When I returned I saw that the cabin lights have been switched off and a few people had their reading lights on, and Sanket was standing by his seat to facilitate my reaching to my allocated seat. I had rubbed some water on the back of my neck in the toilet, and the cold blast from the air-vent on my shoulders made a mesmerizing effect, and I found myself lifting the blanket from my feet and wrapping it around me while I reclined on my seat.
I saw Sanket take out a strip of medicine and he took two pink colour small tablets in his open palm and pointing at me said, “Take one Rekha and you will have a nice sleep for the next 4/5 hours, and be fresh before you land at Heathrow”. I hesitated and told him that I don’t take sleeping pills and that I would be fine, but he insisted again saying, “Trust me, these are not sleeping pills, just nerve relaxants,” OK I believe you I said and popped one in my mouth and doused it with the mineral water bottle that I had kept in the magazine slot.
I relaxed and pushed my body forward as far as it would go under the front seat and closed my eyes. Seeing that I was still uncomfortable in my seat, Sanket raised my arm rest and pushed it back between our seats. Now we had a long longer seat and he pushed himself to the extreme side of his aisle seat and made extra room for me to recline sideways. I was really touched by his concern for me and his actions in trying to make me more comfortable.
“Thank you” I said.
“Sorry Rekha, can’t accept thanks in a friendship” he replied.
I smiled and laid down side ways extending one leg towards the seats “E-F” where the mother daughter was fast asleep. Barely could I see them in the complete darkness of the cabin. The only light visible was the dim green light indicating the vacancy of the toilets on both sides of the end of the aisle at the rear end of the aircraft. I tried to make myself comfortable by stretching my legs towards the mom-daughter duo, but then I had to come and lean against Sanket.
I had an idea. I lifted the armrest on my right, just above the pillow of the young girl and pushed it way back between our seats. The little girl was fast asleep with her legs stretched on her mother’s lap. I placed my pillow between my seat and hers, leaned back and stretched my right leg towards the aisle. Since I had covered myself with a blanket, I folded my left leg and raised it on the seat close to Sanket’s face. Before long I was in deep sleep. The exhaustion from the afternoon sex-romp with Marzina, the alcohol, and the nerve-relaxant tablet had taken a triple effect on my tired body.
The baby girl moves in her sleep and puts her hand on my face accidentally. I wake up and try to shift my laying position more comfortably. But I am stuck, my back can’t move and I cannot turn to my side for lack of space. Suddenly I realise I am not at my cosy bed, but inside an aircraft 30,000 feet above the ground.
But how come I am having the pulsating sensation in my pussy? On one hand I wanted to get up, on the other I felt my eye-lids were stuck to each other by feviqwick unable to open. I realised my skirt had moved up to my waist exposing my panty, my left leg was folded and resting on Sanket’s lap, whereas my right leg was stretched all the way to the edge of the front seat in. I felt Sanket’s fingers had shifted my silken thongs from my pussy-lips and with his inverted thumb, he was massaging the entire length of my vagina from top to bottom. Occassionally he took his index finger and just plucked at my clit like an experienced guitar player.
I now knew why Sanket all along wanted me to have the three cocktails followed by the nerve relaxant. It was in his horny perverted mind right from the start to seduce a ‘half-widow’ during a 9 hour long flight from Mumbai to London. Now I was fully awake, but kept my eyes closed and wondered what should be my next move.
I slowly slid my right hand inside the blanket and placed my fingers on my vagina, trying to scratch it. Sanket, realising that I might be waking up, quietly rested his hand on my bare thighs without moving, waiting for me to finish my scratching. I inserted my index finger and saw that my pussy was all wet from the rubbing by Sanket. So without much ado, I lowered my hand and covered Sanket’s palm on my thighs and slowly pulled it up to my pussy. That was all the sign that this expert seducer needed from me.
Within a flash he unzipped his trousers and took out his large 8 inch monster under his blanket, and pulled my right hand over it, pressing my palms with his left hand indicating to massage him slowly. With his right hand he vigorously massaged my clitoris expertly taking me to the height of erotic pleasure. God only knows how long he was fondling me in my sleep, but a few minutes of his rubbing and my body started jerking automatically.
I guess Sanket realised that I was about to climax soon, so he quickly removed his hand, and I felt someone had poured a bucket of chilled water on top of me. I got really angry at him thinking of him as a ‘coward’ who could not take the risk of making me ejaculate in a ‘dark public aircraft cabin’ so high up in the air. And then I had the greatest surprise of the trip……….
Sanket had lowered his blanket covered head and placed it right above my pussy. He started giving long strokes with his serpent-like pointed tongue. Keeping his head motionless any wandering passenger on his way would possibly think that a tired couple had fallen asleep resting on each other. I let my juices burst into his face, and I could sense that as a proper gentleman not wanting me to get embarrassed with a wet patch on my silky skirt, he opened his mouth wide and gladly accepted my huge load of juices.
Finally after he was sure that the last drop has been released into his open face which he swallowed willingly, he raised his head. Completely satisfied I sat up slowly and whispered “Thank you”.
“Are we travelling on a one-way street lady?” he whispered back.
“What do you mean?”
“You had your fun, what about me?” he said.
“Too risky here” I shot back.
“Where there is a will, there is a way” he answered. “Do you have the will?”
“I don’t keep any debts” I quipped.
“Follow me” he said, literally shoving his erect cock in his trousers and zipping it halfway to the top.
I got up and came out to the aisle, and saw him walking behind our seat to the toilet area. There were 3 toilets all vacant. Sanket walked into the last-one and asked me to go inside and wait inside without locking the door. To ensure no-one sees him he walked back up the aisle to the kitchen-serving area and came back and entered the toilet where I was waiting and locked the door.
He closed the lid of the ‘WC’ and made me sit there and shoved his monstrous erect cock in my mouth. I nearly gagged and felt my stomach churn.To speed up the process I started rubbing his cock up and down hard with my hand while sucking his dick-head with my mouth and wet tongue. Any other person would have reached his climax and ejaculated in such a thrilling situation. But Sanket was like a seasoned ‘pro’, whispering sounds but no sign of reaching his orgasm.
He then leaned back away from me and guided me to my feet and made me face away from him and pressed my back to rest my palms on the top of the commode seat. He lifted my skirt and pulled my thongs to the side and entered my pussy doggy style with his 8” of pure hard meat. Such was his pressure that I again choked, feeling my pussy being completely ravished by his dick.
“Go slow” I pleaded.
“Have you ever fantasized having sex in an airplane?” he asked.
“Yes. But I wondered how they did it in this tiny place.”
“This is the way to do it babe, hard and fast. The thrill doesn’t let anyone last half the time that they take in a normal bed” he said.
Saying this he started pumping really hard like a mad bull. I could not hold any longer and whispered
“I am coming”, by saying this I let go of my juices for the second time.
Hearing this he went berserk, his thrusts increased further, and I could feel his large balls hitting my skin. Then all of a sudden he withdrew and caught his big dick-head and placed his dick on the small wash basin to the side. He grabbed the dry paper napkins from the stack and wiped his cock clean. I too pulled the napkins and cleaned myself up. I lifted the commode cover and in front of Sanket pulled my thongs down and sat there emptying my prostrate. Then I cleaned myself dry and stood up.
He gave me a deep wet French kiss and whispered “Now its my turn to say Thank you”.
“You are very welcome” is all I could utter.
He opened the door and checked. No one was there; he asked me to go first and told me he will be back to his seat in a few minutes. Before long he came and sat by my side. Hardly had we made ourselves comfortable when suddenly all the cabin lights came on. We heard the announcement that its two hours to destination time.
The rest of the flight was uneventful and we landed at Heathrow about 15 minutes before scheduled arrival time. At the baggage claim area, Sanket wrapped his hand around my waist and gave me a tight hug and a deep wet kiss. Then he took his baggage trolley and walked towards the Green Channel exit not bothering to look back…………