Humph. As for this Adventure di333, I’m just going to recount the tale verbatim so that my personal views do not detract from the beauty of this story.
A friend of mine recently traveled to Ghana to lick her wounds after a particularly bad break up with her boyfriend. (I guess when you’re parents have money you can do that…flee to Ghana to heal your broken heart.) On the return flight to the states from Amsterdam on KLM, she was seated by a 50 something Palestinian man and struck up a conversation with him. She told him why she was in Ghana and now returning back to the States, he told her he was a divorced father of 2. He asked her about her views on Israel and Palestine, and she explained that she didn’t know much about the conflict, just that the two hated each other. He spent the next 15 minutes educating her on the history of their war(s). Then suddenly, the conversation took a dramatic twist:
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“Do you have any vices?” he asked.
“No, not really,” she replied.
“Come on. Everybody has vices.”
“Well I don’t.”
“Do you do drugs?”
“No.”
“Do you drink?”
“Not really.”
“How about men?”
This gave her pause.
“Well, I do love men,” she admitted. “There’s just something about being with a man that I really crave.”
The Palestinian called for the stewardess and requested wine.
“Come on,” he said. “You’re going to have a drink with me.”
“But I already told you. I don’t really drink.”
After much insistence, she allowed him to pick out her wine. Red or white, she didn’t care.
By her forth sip she was feeling quite relaxed. She still can’t recall how, but somehow between the forth and sixth sip, her head headed up between the Palestinian’s lap, she was hungrily sucking his dick with a blanket over her head and his hand down her pants ferociously fingering her.
After he heaved a sigh and came in her mouth (ewww!), he returned the favor by flicking two fingers against her clitoris. 10 minutes later, my freaky friend decided that was not enough.
“Would you like to have sex with me?” she asked.
“Er…yes. What man wouldn’t want to have sex with you?”
She smiled.
“Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes.”
When he arrived at the door, she was waiting with her pants down. He wordlessly turned her around, bent her over and “banged the sh*t” out of her (her own words). She then climbed on top of him while he guided her hips in rhythmic motion. He burrowed his face into her breasts and licked hungrily at her nipples. She knew he was done when he hugged her waist tightly and his breathing steadied.
Ten minutes later they were back in their seats, finishing their wine. She announced she was going to sleep. He woke her when the flight landed, got off the plane, went through customs and never saw him again.
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I sat listening to this tale with my mouth agape.
“Soooo, let me get this straight,” I said. “You f*cked a 50 year old Palestinian?”
“And I gave him head,” she replied.
“I mean, did you use a condom??”
“Yes. I’m a whore, not a fool.”
“Why is a 50 year old Palestinian walking around with condoms? Is he just looking to screw 20 something Black girls???’
“Malaka, he just came from Amsterdam. Of course he’s looking to screw somebody.”
This next question, I HAD to ask.
“Was he big?”
“Big enough.”
“Well…what did it look like.”
“Beige, like the rest of his body.”
“Dude, do you know anything about this man at all? Do you even remember his name?”
She paused.
“I know that he wore and brown leather cap and leather jacket, and that he did things to my body in one hour that Ekow had never done in three years. That’s good enough for me.”
When she put it like that, it was good enough for me too.
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wow! At the risk of sounding like prude – I fly all the time and I never believed that the ‘mile high club’ really existed! 🙂 Go gurl
I personally never thought it was possible! Those lavatories are ridiculously small, but I guess when you’re determined to get it then you will by all means get it!
My mouth was open the whole time I read this. I thought I was adventurous – How come I never sit next to anyone hot on a plane.
I am surprised nobody was injured, like Abena said, those toilets are downright tiny
Your friend is very talented, but more probably as a fantasiast. Was this an overnight flight? What class were they in? Most biz class seats don’t have armrests that can be moved out of place. Maybe it was an Airbus 380 with a private first class compartment, but those aren’t flying Frankfurt – US routes yet.
Ok, a less than crowded middle row section of a decent widebody has movable armrests in economy, so let’s say you’re sitting in the back of the plane, and not attracting the attention of the attendants, you move all the armrests out of the way, contort yourself in a manner that makes you look like Dunkin Donuts kruller, you get your head in the lap of a guy who is presumably sitting upright, and you cover yourself with an economy class blanket the size of an overgrown postage stamp, with the thickness of a fine gossamer sheet. You bob your head up and down, let’s say for sake of argument, a perceptible 3 or 4 inches at a time… and the man is sitting stock still, not making any exhalations that might make the attendants think he’s having a seizure…. Okay, I get this Oscar-winning picture.
A mere seven minutes later, this 50 year old man is recharged ready to go again? Whatever they were serving on that plane for dinner, I want some. And with that killer wine, too!
All in good fun, just let me know when she comes to Ghana, next, I want to book a return flight with her.
@Kofi: LMAO at your whole technical account about armrests and whatnot. I doubt she made up the story though. There is nothing “hot” about giving a 50 something yr old man a BJ on an economy class flight! It’s not (in my opinion) something to brag about. And I can’t give you her name, whore that she might believe she is. LOL!
@Abena, well, she clearly could add some more details to improve the verisimilitude of the histoire d’amour sur un avion! We all have a lot to learn and potentially profit from.
Crazy, lil story. But I loved it. And I believe it!
u go girl!
She had heights she didn’t know she could reach.
LOL the old man had condoms on him. That tells you he takes his trade very seriously.
Wowee!! Abena, your friend’s break-up must have been a particularly bad one! And what a way to heal! I’m booking a flight on KLM through Amsterdam right away! Need some of that sexual healin’
But on a more serious note, do you guys think wanton and unbridled casual sex could detract from a “healthy healing process”? (whatever that is)
This is such a great story and a fantasy that runs in the majority of peoples minds. I really, really, really want to believe this but its seems too good to be true. However, I hope it is. My personal fantasy is being dragged in the dressing room of a store by a total stranger without saying a word to each other and our bodies doing the talking. Another one is a hot nurse taking advantage of me in my hospital gown:)
This story is great, who cares if it is true or not when told this well! Looking forward to my next flight with KLM 😉
That must be a trait of Pakistani Men of a certain age. I met one recently on the train who offered to do very unmentionable things to me 30 minutes after meeting him. And the conversation also started with politics. Hmm, mid life crisis?