Flight of Sin

We are on a long overnight flight home. We are in a deserted 1st Class section of the big plane.

My wife, Linda, has an import furniture business and we maintain a home in Halifax.

She found you when you were only 2 and we have raised you.

You are now 14 and blooming into a beautiful young girl.

Linda is still in Halifax but I am taking you home to the US since school starts in 2 days. You are very smart and you like to travel with me alone because I let you read adult level books.

You are reading and I am thinking about you.

Linda and I fight a lot lately. She is too prudish. I want to experiment with our lovemaking. I would never want to share her with another man but I am hinting that I would like to try another woman with us. Sheela comes to mind.

Sheela is the kinkiest thing I have ever known. She is very bi and wants me to cuckold her husband in his presence. I am not going to do that but I do enjoy our nights and days in the hotels when I travel on business.

I have been touching you for about 2 years now. Nothing blatant. Just a little more than a father should do to his maturing daughter.

Just last month, when you were riding behind me on my motorcycle, I moved your hand down a little too low. I put it the tip of my hard bulging dick. I was wearing thin silk exercise shorts and you thrilled me by not moving your hand away for a long time. We rode for several minutes with you feeling me throb under your hand.

I sit now, looking at your pretty brown legs. Wondering if you are mature enough to take all of me inside.

I start thinking about Sheela too. I know she is on this plane. Working in coach. The the thought of a touch from this delicious creature’s hand on me arouses me instantly. I have seen her naked with me inside her from every position and direction possible. She orgasms almost at a man’s touch but stays aroused for hours.

I get a nice big blanket down.

‘Sit closer to me Keri’. ‘I want to cover us both’.

Your hip against me sets my desire on fire. Small yet so nice. I would so love to hold your hips while I thrust deep inside you’, I think.

As I spread the blanket over us, my hands brush your breasts lightly and your stomach.