I was taking the red eye from California to New York. It wasn’t the first time, but it is a time I will never forget. The plane, as most red eye flights are, was not very crowded. Many people had three seats to themselves. I did not. I was seated on the aisle and a young woman with a California tan, the type that you get when you sun bathe often and with little or no clothes, was seated by the window seat. She was wearing denim shorts, a white tee shirt that ended an inch above her waste and a pair of well-worn brown leather sandals. Her toenails had red nail polish and she wore a toe ring on her left foot. She had long unkempt light brown, almost bronze hair. She wore little if any makeup and her skin was clear and smooth, still unaffected from the sun she worships.

I am not one to talk with strangers and certainty not strangers on a plane. This is one time I wanted to make an exception. I smiled at her, but couldn’t find the words to start an idle conversation. Instead I began to fumble through some magazines that I had brought with me. An hour or so into the flight she took her feet out of her sandals and crossed her right leg over her left so the sole of her foot was pointed directly at me. I glanced at her foot. Well in retrospect, I probably started for several minutes. Her foot was every bit as lovely as the rest of her. Okay, more lovely. I had that feeling she new I was staring. It was a good thing that I had my magazines on my lap.

A few minutes later she put the arm rest up, turned so her back was against the window, and bent her knees such that her feet were flat on the middle seat. I turned to look. She said, “I hope you don’t mind?”

“No, not at all,” I managed to say and once again began to turn the pages of my magazine. By this time we were about 40 minutes into the in-flight movie and the darkened plane had seemed to put everyone who wasn’t watching the movie to sleep. Well, everyone but my future wet dream queen and me.

“Excuse me, I know this is strange, but I would give anything to get a foot massage.” She said to me.

I turned towards my queen, to see if she actually spoke those words or if it was my imagination. Quickly I analyzed the situation. If I were to say, “Sure, no problem,” and reach for her perfect size nines and then in fact I did imagine those words, I’d end up getting arrested when we landed. If I sit there like I didn’t hear anything I could be passing up the chance of a lifetime. I decided to assume that she did say something and said to her, “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” I fully expected her to say, “I didn’t say anything.” Instead she repeated her words and this time, there was no mistake. “Sure no problem.” I said in voice way to loud for the situation.

She went on to explain how she had walked for miles that day. I commiserated on how walking can make your feet ache. She then straightened out her legs so both her feet were on my lap. Her left foot was on my cock, which was rock hard. I put both my hands on her right foot and began to massage her foot, starting at the bottom and working my way towards her toes, up and down. The smell of feet traveled to my nose and I felt my cock get harder still. I then massaged each toe in turn, her eyes were closed and I truly felt that she was enjoying this as much as I. She moved her left foot a little, rubbing my dick in the process. I had to stop and catch my breath. “Please don’t stop,” she pleaded. I put down her right foot, so it was positioned next to and not on my cock. If I didn’t do this I knew for sure that I would explode in my shorts.

I lifted up her left foot and massaged it as I did the right. As I was massaging, I lifted it within inches of my mouth. I wanted to put her toes in my mouth, lick the bottom of her feet, take my cock out and have her other foot rub it until I came all over her foot. I stopped, took a deep breath and returned to doing my methodical massage.

A few minutes later she pulled her feet back and said, “Now it’s your turn.” She quickly looked over the seats as if to see if anyone was watching. I got the impression she did this as an invitation for someone to watch. She reached behind her back and in one fluid motion took out one of those napkin thin airline blankets, put it over her head and put her face on my lap. In one deft move she unbuckled my shorts, pulled them and my underwear down six inches and took the full length of my member into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and felt great on my strained cock. Her tongue flicked up and down the length of me. Her hand was gently squeezing my balls. Within a few minutes she was sucking my balls, my right hand grabbed the armrest, my eyes were closed and I wrestled with the decision of when I should cum. Now or wait until my cock was back inside of her mouth. She made the decision for me. She released my balls from her mouth, sucked the length of my cock one more time and rose from the blanket, whispering, “Don’t cum yet.” I simply nodded.

She went back to her position with her back against the window placed her feet on my lap and said, “Lick them.” I lifted up her right foot and put her toes in my mouth. “No." She said and then continued, "Lick them.” I nodded and began to lick the bottom of her foot. After a few minutes she maneuvered her feet to indicate that she wanted me to switch to the other foot.

As I licked the left one I thought, "Please don’t let this end." I saw her hand slip down inside of her shorts. Her eyes were closed and I could see a rhythmic movement of her hand and a noticeable increase in her breathing.

In about five minutes she let out a soft moan and said, “Now you.” She put her feet under the blanket, still draped on my lap and began to rub my cock between her feet. They were wet from my licking and the sensation below the blanket was exquisite. Finally, I could take it no longer and came all over her feet. She must have sensed the warm fluid on her feet and began to rub the liquid with her feet all over my cock. I was dying. She then pulled her feet out and wiping the bottoms on my thigh, leaving a warm residue.

When her feet were on the chair I could see my cum on the top of her feet and on her toes. She reached down with her finger, wiped it up and put it in her mouth, much like someone would lick a bowl just used to ice a chocolate cake. Once there was no more cum on her feet, she put her head back in my lap under the blanket saying on the way down, “I hate leaving a mess.”

She then licked my cock, balls, stomach and thighs, licking up all the spilled semen. I thought, "Please don’t let this be a dream." Once I was all clean, she lifted her head from the blanket and sat back in her seat. Just about then, the movie ended.

I didn’t really say much to her for the rest of the flight. When we landed and I was gathering my carry-on luggage, she handed me a business card and said, “That one was free. The next one is $200.00.” Not knowing what else to do, I nodded. I read the card. It simply read, "Cindy" and had a California phone number. Oh, and on the upper right hand corner of the card were two small foot prints in red ink, like dance steps, or….