Paris to New York via Private Jet

The flight from Paris to New York was going to be a long flight. Mina and I would retire to the bedroom at the back of the plane. Mina was still angry at me for the ass fucking, but she knew I expected her to succumb to me again. She knew that was part of being married to me. My massive wealth and international business and social contacts were more important. That these contacts and my wealth has afforded her expansion of her philanthropy, music career, and modeling career.

The plane was just getting ready for takeoff and the captain dimmed the cabin lights. Basically, the only lights in the cabin were emanating from the small floor lights of the aisle. We settled back in our seats, and after an uneventful takeoff, the plane was airborne. Once the plane reached its cruising altitude, Mina approached me,” Is there anything I can get you to drink right away?”

” Um, I will just have a, uh, Miller Lite. Um, no glass,” I replied. The skirt she was wearing came about mid thigh. Her blouse was one of those button down types, and she had the top three buttons unfastened, just hinting at her magnificent pair of tits. She wore sheer, light black panty hose, and her feet were clad in two-inch heels. She was my asian goddess. I watched as she disappeared to fill the drink order. I waited for her to return. After about two minutes, she returned and set the drink on the tray.

I watched her ass as she walked away, wondering to myself what it would take to get my hands on it. Mina disappeared behind the door, and I slowly nursed my drink as my mind wandered to her legs, her tits, that ass. That is when I noticed her hand scribbled note.
When you are ready to fuck me and get fucked, ring the call button. Mina.

I rang the call button as fast as I could. Mina appeared from the back, and without saying a word. When she returned, she was carrying a blanket, and two pillows. Setting the items in the long seat across the aisle, she slides into the seat next to me, raising the armrest that separated the two seats as she did. She took my right hand and placed it on her now naked thigh. As she did this, she put both feet on the seat in front of us, spreading her legs. The hem of her skirt barely hid her pussy. My hand started lightly caressing her thigh, getting closer and closer to her pussy. Her ass started squirming in the seat in anticipation, causing the hem of her skirt to slide up even further. Her own hands were busy playing with her tits, and I could see the hardness of her nipples straining against her shirt.

My hand finally found its way to her pussy. I leaned over and began to lightly kiss her neck as my hand explored her wetness. The clean-shaven pussy exciting me again. I rested my hand on her mound, making circular motions.The palm of my hand was placed directly over her clit, and the pressure was exciting her. As I continued the circular motions, my fingers stroked her pussy lips, teasing her with the temptation of penetration, but never quite doing it. ” Fuck me with your fingers,” she pleaded with me, as one of her hands slipped inside of her shirt.

Not wanting to disappoint her, I slide my middle finger to the base of her pussy, and traced a line up until I found the opening. Sliding it in, I was surprised at how wet she is. My finger slides easily in, and I begin to fuck her. Sliding my finger all the way into her pussy, I would pause briefly to make circular motions on her clit. Then I would slide it back out. I continued this, and when I inserted my ring finger, she let’s out a soft moan
” aaaaahhhhh…mmmmm.” I begin fucking her pussy faster, and her hand that was not busy fondling her tits worked its way down the length of her shirt, finally reaching her clit. She begins to rub her clit in time with me fucking her, gyrating her hips at the same time. Faster and faster she went until she suddenly stopped. ” I don’t want to cum yet. Not like this,” She said.

She stands up in front of me, and slowly begins to unbutton her blouse. Reaching the last button, her blouse now hungs open, still hiding her tits. Her hands seductively reached inside her blouse and begins playing with her nipples, her eyes never leaving mine. She watchs my reaction as her hands slid down the length of her body, over her stomach, and then finally inside the waist of her skirt. I watch as her skirt moves in time with her hands playing with her pussy. She suddenly stops, and pulls her hands off her skirt. I watch as she licks the wetness off one set of fingers, and was ecstatic when she offered me the other set. I took them one at a time into my mouth, sucking every ounce of wetness off them that I could. Standing, her hands reached behind her, and I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper being opened. I watched as the skirt fell to the floor, finally exposing her pussy I had just finger fucked.

Even from where I was sitting, I could see the wetness glimmering on her lips. Entranced, I did not even notice that she had removed her shirt, exposing perfectly round tits and nipples that were so erect it looked painful. I watched as she playfully pinched them, making them even harder. She walked across the aisle and grabbed the blanket spreading it out on the long coach. Then she grabbed the pillows, ” Stand up and take your clothes off,” she instructed.

I did as asked, and she pushes me back down on the seat. She sets them down on the floor directly in front of me. As she is standing there, she spreads my knees apart just enough to kneel between them. Placing one knee on each pillow, she takes my hard cock in her hand and started stroking. The thrill of watching her as she strokes my cock was incredible. She stroked it with one hand, and suddenly she is squeezing my balls with her other hand. The fingers of one hand gently played with the head of my cock, using slow circular motions. Suddenly, the unmistakable feeling of saliva was flowing over the head of my cock. She paused for a moment to let it flow down the shaft, and then began to stroke faster and faster, using the saliva as a lubricant.