Hi, I’m Vish back with my real experience story. I want to mention that the name and location have been changed slightly for privacy purposes. Enjoy the story. I have described all the flirting and nuisances. If they bore you, you may skip to the part where we fucked.
I was travelling from Austria back to India after completing my internship in Graz. I boarded the plane, and sadly enough, my seat was in the middle. I was sandwiched between two polite Austrian women. Luckily, their third friend, who was seated in the 28th row, offered to switch seats.
I gladly accepted, and my new seat was 28H, an aisle-side seat. I was relieved. I walked towards my new seat, not expecting it to be right beside a stunning woman. I guessed she might have been a couple of years older than me. I am 25.
I courteously smiled and sat beside her. I settled down and began reading my book while we waited for the plane to taxi onto the runway. She noticed me reading and probably realised that she also had a 6-hour flight ahead of her. So it’s probably a good idea to get a book from her bag.
She got up and opened the overhead cabin. Oh, I almost forgot. She was stunning. A fit woman about 5’4″ tall. She was a tiny bit darker in complexion and had black hair. Her outfit included a sea green co-ord gym set (Tights and sports bra) combined with a white denim jacket and lavender sneakers.
I’m sure she was well aware of how amazing she looked in the outfit. Or maybe it’s just me who loves a sporty look. I got up to give her way. She pulled out a book from her back and sat back down. We both got settled, and the plane began taxiing.
In my head, I was trying to find a way to talk to her, and then I finally broke the ice.
Me – Came here for a vacation, eh?
Girl – Yeah.
She replied and went silent.
“How was your trip?” I continued to talk.
Girl – It was good. I had fun.
Me – Yeah? What was your favourite part?
Girl – Umm…skiing for sure.
Me – Oh great!
Girl – How was yours?
Me – Vacation? Oh no, I was working here. My vacation is just beginning, haha.
Girl – Oh, what do you do?
Me – I had a research traineeship at Graz. It’s over now, so I’m heading home.
Girl – That’s cool. Do you live in Delhi?
Me – Yeah.
She smiles at me and goes silent again.
“Your outfit is amazing, by the way,” I compliment her.
“Thanks a lot.”
“I appreciate the colour you chose because it looks great on you.”
“I’m Vish, by the way.”
“Vartika.”
Me – Nice to meet you.
She smiles and continues to read her book. I was officially done with all the things I had to say. Now, we’re both reading our books silently. At one point, she closed her book and stashed it in the front pocket.
“Getting boring, is it?”
Vartika – Yeah, long flight.
Me – Indeed. I have a game in mind, wanna play?
Vartika – Haha. Tacky! Go on.
Me – Turn any page on your book and read the number. If it’s odd, I give you a dare. If it’s even you give one to me.
Vartika – As I said, Tacky. But…. I’ll play.
She opens the book, and it’s number 43. “Alright. Your first dare. An easy one. While seated, you have to keep your shoes off the entire flight.”
Vartika – Woah. That is all I’m taking off for you, Mr.
Me – We’ll see.
Vartika – You are way too bold. Watch yourself.
Me – Sorry, ma’am.
I said playfully.
She takes her shoes off. She’s wearing ankle-length lavender socks as well. “Revenge time now,” says Vartika and turns a page. To her demise, it’s 223. “Bullshit!”
“Hahaha,” I laugh at her reaction. “Open your gallery and show me a picture of yours from this trip.” She unlocks her phone and shows me a picture of herself with two more people she met while skiing.
“You purposely showed me a picture in which you are covered from head to toe, didn’t you?” I question rhetorically. She swipes across the screen. Revealing a gorgeous picture of her in a black shimmery gown with a halter neck and a slit through. She confidently revealed her left leg, wearing long black heels.
I was left dumbstruck with my eyebrows raised and hand on my mouth to hide the huge jaw drop. She immediately locked her phone within a second of revealing the picture. I looked away, staring into the plane’s interior while the image flashed in front of me.
Slowly, it faded away, and I looked back at her. She burst out laughing, seeing my reaction. Her eyes glowed up, she got the exact reaction she expected.
“That was breathtaking,” I said. “You came here to see the mountains? The mountains should have come to see you.” I continued to compliment her.
“Haha, very sweet. Thanks.”
I take a sip of water and calm myself down so as not to overreact. “Okay, well played. Turn the page.” She turns, and it’s 111. Her turn again. “This game is against me,” she says. “Say whatever. Your third dare is….”
Before I could complete it, she interrupted, “Just ask me a question, enough dares.”
“Okay, I’ll get personal with these then.”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“Confess the craziest thing you did here in Europe.”
“Well, don’t judge me. But that night, the picture I showed you, I kissed the bartender over the bar counter for 2 free drinks.”
Me – Holy shit! And you were calling ME bold?
“You’re a crazy dude. I don’t regret asking that question at all. Okay. Now forget that I told you that. Here it goes.”
She flips 194. “FINALLY! Your turn to do the dare. I have a challenge for you,” she said. She raised the armrest between us and turned towards me.
She fixed her hair and said to me, “Look at me, fix your eyes and maintain eye contact. The rules are – for the next 45 seconds (she starts a timer), you’re not allowed to look away. Or I will give you a second dare, which you are not allowed to say no to.”
“Okay”, I said and stared into her eyes. She kept her eyes on me and monitored me. For the first 10 seconds, she didn’t do anything. Then she adjusted her white denim jacket. I understood her move and kept my eyes locked. Once 30 seconds passed, she suddenly placed her hand on my thigh where my phone was kept.
I flinched and lost the eye contact. She snatched my phone and said, “Now that you’ve lost your first challenge. Your dare is to unlock your phone and let me send a random picture to anyone on your Snapchat.”
“Damn, well played again. I’m going to get you back don’t you worry.” I unlock the phone, and she sends a selfie of herself to quite a few people on my snapchat, including one of my exes. I guess that was for good.
The food and drinks service was about to start, and it gave me an idea. I told her to forget about flipping the page. “I have a nice dare for you.”
“What’s on your mind? You are up to something.”
“Look, when the steward comes close, he’s going to ask me what I’ll have first. When he does, take off your jacket. If he looks at you, we might have a chance to get extra drinks from him,” I told her.
She looked at me, stunned. She was surprised, but I could tell that she liked the idea. She agreed. As soon as the cart stopped beside me, Vartika took off her jacket in front of the steward. He tried his best not to stare, but I could see it on his face: he was trying to hide his excitement.
Vartika took it further and began tying her hair in a pony. She was a snack. I asked for the vegetarian option and so did Vartika. I couldn’t help but peek at her boobs because, God, they looked amazing. I continued to eat.
After a while, I said, “He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”
“Yeah? And you think you are succeeding?” said Vartika.
I was surprised, but I stayed calm and said, “I am not trying to.” To which she replies by silently slamming her leg against mine. I was doubtful about taking the cue, but I had nothing to lose. I placed my hand on her thigh gently. I started rubbing close to her knees.
Then I slid it up in a sudden action so as to make her think I would go straight for her pussy. It made her flinch, but I stopped midway. She bites her lip, then takes a bite from her food. Using her jacket to hide my hand placement, I start caressing her thighs.
The feeling of her fabric hugging her thighs and my hand dominantly over it felt amazing. “I dare you to look into my eyes and bite your lip.” She obeyed immediately. She didn’t care about all the people inside the plane, although there weren’t many.
I started right at her boobs and slid my hand up to her pussy, and she gasped as my finger touched it. I started rubbing it. I pressed hard, tucking the fabric inside her cameltoe. This gave me a good surface to slide my fingers up and down.
I continued doing it for about two minutes when she said, “Stop, stop, stop, stop. Keep an eye out for the stewards. Tell me if you see someone. I’ll give you a show of your lifetime.”
She said with full confidence and put her middle finger in her mouth and licked it. She slides her hand in her pants as her body arches. Her boobs looked as if they would pop out of her sports bra. But they were well secured (Fucking safe-ass sports bras).
She touches her clit and circles around it as her body drops back, and she gasps silently. Her eyes are closed and she is moaning internally without letting out a sound. She slides the finger inside herself. With the least amount of motion, she pleasures herself. Sliding her finger in and out.
“Go faster,” I order her. She tries to do so, but the tray table blocks her motion. She keeps the fingering going at a slow pace and talks to me, “You see? This is how horny you’ve got me, you bastard. Who’s going to take care of me now? This is all you’re doing.”
“I wanna see how wet you are,” I said
“Here? Haven’t you seen enough already? You’ve made me so horny. I can’t help but touch myself thinking about sucking your dick,” she replied.
“Pull your tights down, slide it halfway down your thighs,” I order.
“No way, I’ve already gone way too far,” she replied.
I rub my crotch and show her my bulge. Her eyes are stuck at the tent in my jeans. “You’re not the only one who can’t contain herself. This guy is about to rip my jeans and come out.”
“Oh, I wish,” she said.
“Come, follow me to the washroom,” I command her and I go into the lavatory behind us. I wait for a while, and then she comes knocking. I let her in and locked the door. I immediately grab her face and kiss her.
The taste startles me. Doesn’t take me long to realise that she had licked her fingers before coming here.
“If that’s what I must taste, why not straight from the source?” I said and kneeled in front of her. I pull down her tights and black panties in one go, sliding them down to her ankles. I immediately kiss her clit and kiss it passionately. She moans. I wrap my hands around her waist and grab her ass.
I pull her hips close, digging my face deeper inside her pussy. I lick the juices off her pussy. Damn, was she wet! I strategically lick and suck on her clit exclusively for 3-5 minutes, making her juices flow down her thighs. Her legs begin shivering, and her clit gets sensitive by then.
I lick her thighs and smear everything on her thighs and my nose. “Be a slut, bend over,” I say. She obeys and bends over the sink. I stand behind and look at her in the mirror, and she looks back at me. I bite my lip to show her my aggression.
I touch her pussy with my fingers teasing her. “Saale andar daal de na kyu jaan le raha hai?” (Put it in already, you bastard, why are you killing me?)
I still keep teasing it by placing the tip of my dick on the entrance of her pussy. “Fuck”, she sighs and brings her hand back and guides my dick in. Then pushes herself back, sliding my dick in herself. I stand there idle, looking at this horny girl dying to pleasure herself.
She keeps moving back and forth slowly. Her facial expressions change, and the relief of getting fucked is vivid in her expressions. I slide both my hands up her waist and grab both her boobs. I massage them slowly, matching the rhythm of her hip movement.
She seemed to have found the right spot as she placed both her hands on the sink and kept rocking back and forth. “Touch your clit, my baby,” I ask her. She does so and then immediately stops, “I can’t. It’s too sensitive.”
“Let me do it for you,” I said, and I took complete control. I stopped massaging her boobs and placed my finger on her clit. I circled, and she immediately began shivering. Her legs shivered, and she moaned rather loudly. I thrust my hip hard and push my dick inside her.
She was shivering a lot. I felt concerned, but the passion overtook it. I fucked her slowly, not going too fast. I kept thrusting, and my dick was throbbing in her pussy. I was just getting started, but I felt like she wasn’t ready for a lot. I kept up the pace, and in no time, she exploded.
The moment she orgasmed, her legs began to shake, and she collapsed on the floor. I picked her up and made her sit on the toilet. She was exhausted, but she kept smiling.
“Thank you,” she said.
Guys, I’ll get to the ending. We left the washroom and I helped her walk to our seat as she couldn’t walk properly. I let her rest. She slept for an hour. After she got up, I asked, “Hey, are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m good, thanks a lot,” she said.
“What happened back there?” I asked out of concern.
Vartika—Let me tell you, the picture I showed you was from last night. I went clubbing with my friend Vincent. I met him in Switzerland. Last night, he came back to my hotel with me, and he brought a friend, too. I was not expecting that, but I loved that surprise.
Vartika – I was drunk, and I trusted Vince since we had already hooked up in Switzerland. I let myself loose, and that was an amazing night. I’m still getting chills. I woke up in the morning, showered, and got ready. Wearing exactly this.
Vartika – They saw me, rubbed their dicks and fucked me again. Then dropped me off at the airport. I’m sorry that I didn’t have the energy. I’ll make it up to you in other ways, I promise.
Thank you for reading. If you like the story, ping me at [email protected] on Hangouts. If there’s something you don’t like, let me know that, too. If there are enough requests, I’ll also post the story about Vartika’s threesome.