The Harem - Southern Girl ("From There To Here")

Today was the day. It had been on her calendar for nearly a month, and she was not about to miss this opportunity. On this Thursday afternoon in July, Southern Girl was taking her first long weekend for herself in years. She desperately needed to find a way to re-energize. Her sex drive had been arrested; her pussy had not had attention since the dawn of the new century, or so it seemed. But now was the time. She was so eager when she put a map of the United States on her wall. Closing her eyes, she had determined that the closest big city to the dart was where she was going for the fun of it. No other reason. And fun meant whatever came into her path. She leaned in toward the wall…threw the dart…and was actually quite happy to discover her destination…

Chicago. And now it was really happening.

Southern Girl boarded for the two-hour flight like a kid going to the circus…thrilled, anticipating, dreaming. She was happy to find that there was no one sitting next to her on the aisle, so she could look out the window and dream. The takeoff was smooth and comfortable. She closed her eyes and let the thoughts roll by. As she did so, her hand lazily traveled to her breast, where she stirred herself by brushing her nipple. She put her hand on it, pinching a bit to get some life. A male voice peeked softly into her conscious state, saying “Diane, would you get me some black coffee?” SG quickly pulled herself together. She looked up and saw a strapping, handsome man in airline uniform. Their eyes met and he said “Good afternoon, ma’am. I hope you’re going to Chicago.” They smiled at each other, and SG said “Yes, I am. It’s my weekend, and I’m gonna do whatever I please.” She looked at him more fully and realized “Aren’t you the pilot?” He chuckled. “Don’t be afraid…the co-pilot is plenty qualified to steer this thing.” He leaned down a bit more intimately. “I’m Jack.” As he extended his hand, the flight attendant came by. “Here you are, Captain” she said, handing him his coffee. He took it and sat down beside SG. “I’m going to be perfectly honest…I saw you get on the plane back at the airport…I’ve only done this one other time…but I’m not going to lie…I just had to talk with you.”

Southern Girl was a bit stunned, but knew how to keep her cool. “Uh-huh” she said coyly. “One other time…is that right?” She looked him straight in the eye. “You know what? It wouldn’t matter…This little meeting is part of my weekend. I’ll take everything I can get. Even slightly sincere flirting from a handsome pilot.” And they both laughed heartily. Jack invited her up to business class, where there was one occupied seat, and he was asleep. Southern Girl was nervous and keyed up…and wanted this so badly she could taste it.

As they sat in the front seats closest to the pilot’s door, Jack and Southern Girl began a comfortable, curious banter back and forth. It evolved into flirtation and then out-and-out touching. About thirty minutes or so went by. They shared a lot about each other – family, friends, stories. It was unexpectedly relaxed and quick at the same time. Jack was obviously a man of experience and since this was his bailiwick, Southern Girl chose to simply go along for the ride. But not before she did something a bit out of character. As they were laughing and touching each other, she impulsively reached up and kissed him. Softly, tenderly, but with purpose. He reached back behind her neck and pulled her to him firmly. They threw their tongues together. In the middle of kissing and tonguing and saliva, Southern Girl stopped and said “What if the attendant – “ Jack stopped her. “They won’t interrupt until I say so. We’ve worked together a while now.” On that note, he clutched her hair and yanked her back so he could work on her neck. As he did so, she unbuttoned her top to give him easier access to her wonderfully firm and round breasts…with nipples that any man could suck on for hours. They went at each other fiercely now. She reached down to grab his cock, which was already unleashed from the zipper…this man was slick. He pulled her up out of the seat and took her into the adjoining restroom. They shut the door behind them.

Southern Girl knew how to fuck and wanted to please this man…nothing was more important at this moment than giving this man what he wanted. A true submissive stance, although no one would ever mistake her for weak…not one whit. In the limited space of the john, she disrobed surprisingly quickly. Jack gasped and said “My God…you really are beautiful!” She bent down to sit on the stool and swallowed his cock whole, just to make sure it stayed at attention. “Fuck yes!” he said. In and out…in and out of her lipstick-shiny mouth his dick went…She was in absolute heaven. Jack pulled his cock out of her mouth and rapidly turned her around. Her hands went immediately to the wall. One knee on the stool, the other leg balancing. He shoved his cock inside her with authority, and she held her breath for a second until her cunt accommodated him.

Then they commenced. Her vocal grunting only gave him more confidence.

“OhGodyes…Jackfuckme…please fuckme…harder…HARDER…FUCKYESFUCK! FUCKMEFUCKMEOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!! UUUUUNNNNNHHH!!!”

Jack and Southern Girl were going at a good clip now. Jack loved the feeling of this woman’s pussy. The wetness was strong and thick, and the feeling started in him. This one did not take long…

“GODHONEYYOUAREFABULOUS! JESUSFUCKTHATCUNTFUCKIT! AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!”

And he shot his load…but not before Southern Girl withdrew promptly and turned around to take him in her mouth. She loved the taste of cum and pussy together and his load actually grazed a bit of her cheek, making a slow, erotic trail down to her neck. Oh my God, she thought, is this really happening? This kind of abandon was exactly what she was looking for. But so soon? On the fucking plane? Southern Girl was literally flying through heaven.

Jack helped her to clean up and then said “Southern Girl, do something for me that I’ve never done before.” “And what would that be?” “Come into the pilot’s cabin with me. Give my friend Doug a thrill.” Southern Girl hesitated. “Oh my God, you mean where you fly the fucking plane???” He laughed quietly. “Come on.” He grabbed her hand and they opened the restroom door. The man in the seat was still asleep, and they had to stifle their laughter.

He opened the door and said “Hey, Doug…” Doug, the co-pilot, said quietly “Hey Jack. Smooth ride so far and…” Then Doug saw the naked Southern Girl and laughed out loud “Oh my fucking god, Jack! It’s not Christmas yet!” “Doug, this is Southern Girl. She’s smart, she’s fun…And she’s gonna suck your cock.”

The view to Southern Girl was a vista she had never seen before. It was one thing to look out the window of a plane. It was entirely different to see it from this perspective. She was totally enchanted. “Hi, Doug…” Doug looked at her and then said “Honey, are you sure about this? I mean, we need you to be careful up here, you know….” Jack piped in. “Damn it, Doug, let her suck your root, boy! She won’t touch anything except your cock.” Jack sat down and assumed control of the aircraft, while Doug hurriedly undid his pants. Southern Girl grabbed his cock while still enrapt with the view. “Where are we?” she said, stroking his cock almost as an afterthought. And Doug’s cock was thick and straight, just as she liked it. Jack said “Well, if I have our timing right, and looking here at this…” He spotted the Boeing odometer and said “We’re about an hour out of O’Hare.” Southern Girl just kept pumping away. “FUCK!” Doug said out loud, which snapped her back into focus. She said to Doug “How about if I pump this cock until you get ready to cum…and then swallow it up whole?” Doug’s eyes widened. “You would do that???... Goddamn, Jack, keep your eyes on the road, son. I gotta get me some here!” Jack chuckled again. “Enjoy yourself, boy.”

It was the strangest thing. The woman with the secret submissive inside was actually in charge here. She could work this pretty cock anyway she wanted…and it began to stir her own pussy as well. As she increased the speed of jerking Doug off, Doug could not hold back…

“Yes, honey…THAT’S it…love that…fuckyes…oh fuckyes…fuckfuckyes…I’m getting close…Jesusyesthat’ssogood…fuckfuck…..Ohmygodooooohhhh…FUCKYES…. FUCKYES….I’MTHEREBABY…FUCKFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKK!”

And literally seconds before his orgasm, Southern Girl moved to his crotch. She bent down and took his whole cock into her mouth. The tip was pumping his cum into the back of her mouth and down her throat. Doug had never really felt anything quite like it and screamed at the top of his voice. She kept him there until he was totally drained. Then she achingly pulled away. Slowly, almost painfully so…but not quite. When she finally let go, Southern Girl gave Doug’s cock a little shake and a kiss.

“FUCK!!” she said. “I’ve NEVER done that before. Or anything like this!” And suddenly, impetuously, she took two fingers and started furiously fucking herself. Jack was even surprised. “Goddamn, honey, are you not being taken care of at home?” Then he had a thought. “Here. Sit on this.” He reached around behind his seat and pulled out a regular fold-out stool. As she sat down, he said “Give me your leg. Put your other one on Doug.” Southern Girl was now spread-eagled. In the cockpit of a Boeing 727. The skies were a stark blue in front of her, and she fucked herself hard and fast, as the two pilots held onto her legs. She got wetter and the noise from fucking her own cunt was so hot, so fucking hot. Her own spittle dripped down her chin, but she didn’t care…this feeling didn’t happen very often. Three fingers went in. Pumping her cunt with no inhibition. Slapping herself as fast as she could…it was as if she finally gave herself permission to indulge. And that did it. She couldn’t hold back anymore…

“GODOHGODOHGODOOOOOOOOHHHHH…OOOOOHHHHHHHH ….OOOOHHHHHHFUFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!”

And her orgasm was loud. And long. And her eyes stayed locked open, looking out on the Midwestern countryside. A good twenty seconds or so, a pretty long orgasm, and she just couldn’t stop. Her exhibitionist came out, and she wasn’t even totally aware that it was inside her. All she knew was that this was , without question, one of those life events that she would tell in select company forever.

When she finally calmed down, Southern Girl looked at these two men, these two accomplished, professional men. Their eyes were gaping. Their mouths were open. There was a long silence. It was interrupted by a radio voice. “American 2090, this is O’Hare tower…” And the boys suddenly shifted back into business gear. But not before smiling at this amazing woman, who had shared with them an experience that none of them would forget. Jack finally said “Southern Girl…open the door. Tell me if the bossman back there is still asleep.” As she did so, the entire business class was filled with crew members…who applauded and laughed. One female attendant handed her clothes to her and said “You need to know this…The captain’s mic was on during…well, you know…” Southern Girl’s face went red, then white. Jack looked down…He had accidentally flipped on the mic switch to the crew in back. No one else on the plane heard but the four women and two men on the crew.

Southern Girl put on her clothes quietly. One of the women said to her “Jesus, honey, where are you staying and when can I get some of that…” Everyone laughed heartily. They were still about 45 minutes from landing. She smiled inwardly. Another crew member said “You can stay here in business class until everyone gets off the plane.” Another said “You have to be thirsty. Here…” And he gave her a soft drink.

Suddenly…everyone heard a loud snore.

The old guy in the only business seat on that flight finally woke up…and everyone laughed. He opened his eyes with a start and said through his haze “We there yet?”