Fiyza (COMPLETE)

July 10, 2005: Part 3

“Hi. I’m Abby and I’ll be glad to assist you in finding your seat. Can I see your ticket?”

I handed her my ticket and she guided me to the seat that just so happened to be beside the man I damn near knocked down.

“Here you are! Buckle up and we will be leaving soon. Enjoy your flight.”

The guy looked up at me from his computer he had out in front of him and smirked

“I hope you don’t mind me sitting here.”

He shook his head, reassuringly. “No, not at all. I welcome it. I’d rather have a beautiful woman sit beside me than a 500lb man any day.”

I sat down, buckled my seat belt, held on to my purse as hard as I could and closed my eyes. A b***h was nervous, ok.

Mr. man beside me laughed. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “What’s so funny?”

“You ever been on a plane before? You look tense.”

I laughed at myself and nodded my head. “Maybe, just a little.”

He closed the lid to his laptop and turned his body towards me. “What’s your name?”

“Fiyza. And yours?”

“I’m Clifton and to be honest, I’ve ridden on many planes, so I can assure you that there is nothing to be afraid of, I promise you that.”

I nodded at his comment and laid my head back against the headrest.

The pilot came on over the intercom and gave us a little introduction speech and telling us to sit back, relax and we’ll be in sunny Miami momentarily. And just like that, we were above the clouds.

Clifton was tapping away on his laptop and I was watching the iRobot movie that they had playing throughout the entire plane when all of a sudden, the plane started jumping.

I gasped and tensed my entire body up. Now, I know damn well, we ain’t about to crash! My plane buddy reached his hand over towards mine and caressed it.

“It’s just a little turbulence. We are fine.” He said in a soft reassuring voice. But since I wasn’t really trying to hear that s**t at the moment, he unbuckled his seat belt and came closer to me…pulling me into a tight hug.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I do want to help.”

His scent rose up into my nose and this man smelled good. His body engulfed mine. His hands felt like silk rubbing up and down my side. I loosened up a bit and my hand slipped down and fell into his lap.

He winced a little and bit his lip. That s**t turned me on. I could feel his d**k growing by the second inside his pants. It seemed like the more turbulence we hit, the closer we got.

I turned his face towards mine and I could see the lust in his eyes.

I massaged his d**k through his pants. He closed his eyes and licked his thick ass lips.

I leaned in towards him and whispered in his ear. “I wonder if you taste as good as you look.” His eyes bucked but then a smile came across his lips. He was intrigued.

Good. Maybe some d**k in the air would soothe my nerves. I told him to wait two minutes and then come find me in the restroom.

I walked away and waited patiently for him to come in. Minutes passed by and it seemed like I was waiting forever in that small ass restroom. The turbulence wasn’t subsiding, and my nerves were getting rattled again.

Just then, the door to the restroom swung open. Clifton rushed in and closed the door behind him. He grabbed me close, picked me up by my waist all while kissing me fervently.

I moaned into his mouth, driving him mad.

He pulled away from our kiss, sat me down on the counter beside the sink and kissed my thigh. My p***y juices were definitely flowing now.

He pulled my pants and panties down and rubbed his fingers against my c**t. I suppressed a moan while moving my hips to the rhythm of his fingers.

He looked back up at me and licked those damn lips again. I guess he was trying to make sure that this is what I wanted so I nodded to him to assure him that it was.

Without a word, he pushed my legs apart with his hands, put his head between them and started hungrily moving his tongue around my p***y.

I moaned into one hand and grabbed his head with my other hand.

The plane was rocking but at this point I couldn’t tell if it was the turbulence or us. He licked, sucked and slurped up my nectar with such force that it was taunting my body to c*m.

“Do you want me to c*m?” I moaned out to him. He simply said “yes” without missing a beat between licks.

I felt my body getting ready to release inside of his mouth, so I moaned out to him. “Open your mouth baby, I’m cumming.”

He licked faster and sucked harder on my c**t, making my back arch and pushing his head further into my p***y.

I put my hands to my mouth and cried out into it as I released all of my sweet nectar into his throbbing mouth.

He moaned into my p***y as the taste of me hit his tongue. He continued to suck on it until he was sure that he had it all.

He came face-to-face with me and bit his lip.

“Are you feeling better?” He whispered.

I smiled and turned my head. He grabbed my face softly and turned my head back to him.

 “I know you ain’t trying to be shy now.” He chuckled and shook his head. “You taste damn good. I didn’t know I was getting a meal on this trip.”

I smiled, my most flirtatious smile, and reached down to massage his d**k. It had gotten a lot harder from the first time I felt it in our seats.

He moaned at my touch and leaned in closer to me. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck and instantly got aroused again.

“You are something else.” He whispered in my ear.

“You have no idea. I needed that…but now, I want you.” The nervousness seeped away from me and the Fiyza that I knew was resurfacing.

I started unzipping his pants and he, attentively, watched my every move.

Just as I was about to get to work, the intercom came on over the speakers.

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, we have landed in Miami, Florida! We want to thank you for flying with Northwest Airlines. We hope you enjoyed your flight. Please exit the plane safely and we hope to see you again.”

The damn flight was over! I was just getting started too.

Clifton smirked, zipped his pants back up and looked at me.

“Maybe next time.”

“Maybe.”

And with that, we grabbed our carry ons and went our separate ways.

That wasn’t a bad flight and Miami might just be what I needed after all.