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Alphabet Minis 1
(Kelly Addams)

35,000 feet.

Abigail had never been the most confident flier, but somehow this flight felt different. Maybe because her husband Damien was with her, it was their first trip abroad together... almost a delayed honeymoon. After the wedding work had precluded more than a long weekend of horizontal gymnastics in a local coastal resort, so Damien had promised her something special as an apology... and his solution had been two weeks in the Caribbean at an all inclusive, hedonistic paradise of parties and pleasure!

Now she was high above the Atlantic Ocean staring at her reflection in the small aeroplane toilet mirror. She looked good, and gave herself a little smile as she smoothed down her long blonde hair. I'm gonna drive the guys crazy with my new bikini! Abigail almost giggled as she pictured the microscopic scraps of see-through fabric... the tie strings actually cover more she admitted with a shiver of kinky anticipation. Of course she would go nude if the atmosphere allowed, she just wasn't sure what the resorts restrictions were. 

None I hope! She felt a little guilty flush as she imagined her own version of hedonism, Abigail was a slut at heart and had just begun revealing her wanton side to her new husband... and her subtle, (and not so subtle) hints had obviously been taken, that was clear in his choice of destination.

I wonder? She mused. How he would react?

Damien was her senior, but not by that many years she told herself. Only seven! He had just turned thirty, she was just about to hit the grand old age of twenty three. He wasn't over the hill by any means, but since they first met the year before she had noticed his maturity. She knew guys her own age and younger who had wanted to fuck like rabbits, anytime, anywhere! And she was always happy to oblige, but Damien was different, he was contented with a couple of times a week, he didn't complain if it was only once... it wasn't a terrible thing because she loved him, and when they did fuck it was skilful and amazing, but her sex drive seemed far more developed than his... Damien made love to his wife and that made him happy... Abigail made love to her husband, and it filled her heart with joy... but she had begun to wonder how he would feel about fucking just for the fun of it. To watch her spread her legs simply for the thrill of a different cock. To Just Fuck... No love involved!

There are men around that get turned on by that she told herself as she slipped a hand into her panties and dipped a finger into the hole she desperately needed to get filled. She pictured the scene, a tropical beach fringed with gently swaying palm trees, soft white sand that shone silver in the moonlight, an exotic cocktail of rum and fruit juices in a frosted glass at her side, Damien smiling and sipping his own drink as he watched a muscle bound Adonis slide a monster cock into his pretty young slut wife's dripping pussy. 

"Fuck I want that!" she whispered as she massaged her swollen clit and stared into her reflected blue eyes, "I want to get fucked on the beach, not just one guy, lots of guys, let them fuck my every hole... then Damien can take me back to our room and love me."

She closed her eyes and slipped a second finger into her aching hole, Abigail had transcended to a higher plain, she may have been soaring at 35,000 feet but her mind was far higher... her senses were focussed solely on the orgasm that was steadily building... and so she didn't notice the toilet door sliding open until the last moment... and when her senses had returned, it was far too late...

He was already in the small cubicle with her, the door firmly closed again and his hand covering her mouth.

"Don't make a sound," he warned with a low hiss, "Don't struggle... just get those jeans and panties off."

He was pressed tight behind her and Abigail could feel how hard his cock was as he pushed against her ass. She looked into the mirror and her eyes met his. She saw the determination, she saw the lust. She saw frustration in her own, and swallowing hard she nodded and pulled her fingers free of her pussy and quickly unfastened the waist button and tugged her zip down.

"That's a good slut!" the man whispered, and Abigail felt him pulling his own pants to his knees as she eased her panties down, and felt a rush of shock at how sticky the gusset had suddenly become.

I could cry out now, there are people sitting so close to this door! The realisation made her feel all the more the ultimate slut as she set her jaw and pushed back against the solid meat that had begun to probe between her upper thighs.

"Spread those legs slut!" he hissed, and with a gasp Abigail complied, the gasp was followed a second later by a low groan and she felt his meat slide swiftly up her well lubricated pussy.