Judy Blue Eyes The flight did not look too crowded, but still, I was not looking forward to this.

What made that worse, was the fact that it was a small commuter flight, so the plane was small and cramped too.

I found my seat all the way at the back of the plane, and settled in. I started to read until an angry voice informed me that I was sitting in her seat. I looked up into the biggest blue eyes that I had ever seen. I was hooked, right there.

I knew I had the right seat, but I was not going to argue. I apologized, and moved over to the window. Unfortunately, she kept on with the seat complaint.

"I get so tired of this," she said. I took a deep breath, and inhaled her scent. What a shame, I thought. This was not going to be a pleasant encounter. She had red hair and wore a long flowing dress that looked comfortable, yet hid her body. She looked to be in her middle to late 40's, and she looked good! I would have guessed her to be a large, solid woman. It was quite a package, and, being hopelessly hooked, I pressed on. "Look, I'm really sorry." I said. She made no attempt at a reply. "It's a three hour flight, and I would like to make this pleasant, how can I make it up to you?" Still a frosty glare. So I kept at her "I would wager that before this flight is through, you will be laughing, enjoying yourself and apologizing." This got to her.

"Apologizing for what", It's obvious that you can't read your ticket. I've been delayed twice today, and now you were in my seat. Good luck on my apology." "It's a bet then"I pressed on. "What are you up to?" she asked. "I don't even know what we're betting on." "So it's a bet then?" "OK, it's a bet, if that will make you stop bothering me." She snapped at me. To tell you the truth, I was starting to annoy myself as well. She was still angry, but not as bad.

This was progress, though. I'm normally a quiet, nice guy. I never make waves and go out of my way to avoid confrontation. Just why I was doing this, I don't know. I was bordering on being an sensitive place, but I was bored, she was rude and I found her increasingly attractive, I guess. I decided to let this bet simmer for a while. It had been about 30 minutes since they closed the door, but we were still sitting at the gate. The pilot announced that we were still sitting at the gate and that we would be leaving in just a few moments.

"Just what does that mean?" my neighbor whined. "Means that he's not going to tell us exactly what the delay is and that he also does not know how long we'll sit here.

" I said. "Might as well get comfortable." I laid back and closed my eyes.

"What about this bet?" She asked.

"Oh, I thought that you were still mad at me." "I wasn't mad at you, I was just mad." She confessed. "I'm having a bad day." "Then this won?t help!," I said with a grin. "What won?t help" "What seat number is on your ticket?" "12C" she replied, "look" "I see, and I win," I said "C is the window seat. My seat was on the aisle.

" A look of horror came over her face. She looked at me, and smiled tentatively. "OhMyGod, Uhhhh, Sorry" I started laughing, and pretty soon she was laughing too. All of the tension between us was now gone, and we were also about to finally leave the gate. We got ready to take off, and she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her chest as we departed. "I hate to fly," she said. My hand was crushed. It was in between two very large and firm breasts. I was in no hurry to remove it, and wondered how I had missed noticing a pair like these.

They were hidden by her dress, but still, I should have seen them ahead of time. We leveled out, and she said "I feel just terrible about my behavior." "No," I said, "you feel just fine, this is the nicest chest that I've been into today. I'm not going to move my hand until we land." Now she was embarrassed, and pulled my hand away. She was flushed, but her nipples had hardened, poking out through her bra and dress. I was hard as a rock. The thought of putting one in my mouth went through my mind and ended up with my length agreeing with me.

An airplane I thought.

"Honey, we've had our first fight," I said, and I batted my eyes.

She laughed and agreed. "We should kiss and make up" I said, and turned and kissed her. She had soft wet lips, but suddenly pulled away. "Are you crazy?" she cried, "someone will see!" We were in a plane that had 12 rows of seats, both rows ahead of us were empty. We were in the very back, and no one could see us.

I had pointed this out to her. The bathrooms were ahead of us, and the flight attendant had gone to the front to serve beverages. "We have about 15 minutes before she makes it back to us, who is going to see us? Let's finish that kiss!" and I leaned over again. Her tongue shot into my mouth with a passion that surprised me. She probed, circled and then ran the tip between my teeth and lips.

This was erotic. She had a talent! Her breathing had turned heavy.

She pulled away and undid her seatbelt. She stood up and opened the overhead bin and retrieved a blanket. I was rewarded with a glimpse of her body as her dress tightened when she reached into the bin.

She returned to her seat, unfolding the blanket. "Thank You, that was quite a turn on," I said.

She pulled the blanket around her, and reached into my crotch, squeezing my throbbing length.

"I guess it was," she said. She grinned and unzipped my pants. I turned to get my hands into her dress, but she pushed them away. "Not now, I'm busy," she said. She pulled me out of my underwear, and started to fondle me. She ran her fingernails across the slit in the end of my length and I almost lost it. It started to produce fluid, which she then toyed off of her little finger. She then toyed her hand and then started stroking me from the base to the tip of my length, slowly and firmly. She looked up into the aisle, and then looked back to her work. I was starting to shake with that old familiar feeling, when she popped her head under the blanket, and took me into her mouth. She toyed the underside of my head, and then applied a suction that I had never felt before. I furiously pumped into her mouth, going harder and deeper with each thrust. My balls started to tighten as she worked them with her hand. I let out a load of cum that would have covered her entire body, which she took deeply, neatly and quietly. She continued to suck and toy the tip until I was dry and squirming in my seat.

She sat up, and looked me in the eyes. "Forgive me?" she said and batted her eyes.

"Definitely," I said. She laughed and put out her wet hand. "I'm Judy, and I believe that you're in my seat."