‘Flight 409 to Singapore is now boarding. Passengers please proceed to gate number C57’ 

Sunday. 8 a.m. Another flight. He will have to cross a zillion time zones, his body will ache in places he didn’t even remember existed, he will have to overcome jetlag... 

Flying Washington to Singapore took more than twenty-four hours. Two stops, one in the USA and another somewhere in the Far East, depending on the lowest fare found by Greta, our middle-aged secretary, always in the quest of getting five quarters from a dollar.  

He avoided the queue. At the very last minute got on board, politely greeted the Oriental-looking lady in her late sixties on the seat next to his, and took a novel from his briefcase. All the paperwork he had to deal with could wait, at least until cruise altitude reached. 

Unable to concentrate in the reading, unlocked his phone, opened chat application and ignored all the group messages. He was about to close the app when he noticed something that wasn’t there before. 

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‘Who’s this?’ asked himself. Opened the chat window and touched the profile photo. A pretty thirty-something woman smiled at him from a white, sandy beach ‘Who IS this? Then he read the message 

Beek 

‘Hi handsome. Going to Singapore, huh?’ 

He stood. Looked around and saw nothing he hadn’t seen many times. People reading, watching movies, sleeping... but saw no one with a mobile at hand. The message was from twenty minutes ago, few minutes after take-off 

He messaged Beek 

‘Who’s Beek? Where’s Beek?’ 

A few seconds later came the reply 

‘One question at a time ' 

He thought for a second then asked: 

‘Is Beek your name?’ 

‘Nickname’ she answered 

When he was about to write again, he read on the top of the screen ‘Beek is writing’ 

‘Who cares about my name? I’ve decided we could play a naughty little game. You in?’ 

He only managed to write ‘Ok’ 

‘Drop the phone. As soon as the lights go out, we’ll talk again’  

Beek (Offline) 

After dinner, plane’s lights went dead. The guy, as if motioned by springs took his phone. Unlocked it and waited. And waited...  

Beek (Offline) 

Kept waiting for what seemed forever. ‘I’m being so stupid!’ He said to himself. He was going to put the phone away but instead he wrote: 

‘Hey! Are lights your side of the plane still on?’ 

He was going to send the message but noticed Beek’s state had changed 

Beek (Recording audio) 

A couple of minutes later a voice message arrived. Took his earphones, plugged them and listened. Her tone was harsh but her velvety, luscious voice, with a slight British accent, sent an instant shock right to his thigh 

‘We have plenty of time. I’ve noticed you’re sitting next to an elderly lady which makes this so much more exciting. If you do as told you’ll have a most unforgettable experience. Start by unbuttoning your fly’ – She paused as if giving him time to follow her orders. He hesitated, looked to the lady sitting next to him – fast asleep – and actioned the zipper. The sound from his pants sounded deafening but the lady made no move.

She continued ‘Do you have a hard-on already? Not yet? Ok, let’s work on that, take your dick out. Now!’ she urged pausing again. His inclination for dominatrices, made her tone even more arousing

He opened his pants, lowered his boxer shorts, just enough to unleash his half-hardened prick while looking around to check if anyone was seeing him. He concealed his member with a blanket with the airline logo on it. Then she started again 

‘Close your eyes. Concentrate only on my voice, but don’t touch yourself!’ 

The recording ended, but in a moment, a longer message flashed on his screen. He played it 

‘Close your eyes again. Remember, hands off!’

Her speech became slower ‘FEEL my lips gently kissing the tip of your dick, which is getting bigger. My tongue is now licking it. I have all of its head in my mouth ... My hand starts squeezing your balls, pulling them down, not gently I admit. But hey! Your dick’s head is now exposed in all its might, so I can eat it. Bite it. You feel the body of your dick embraced by the warmth of my mouth moving down and up, up and down. Feel my saliva moistening every inch of your erection. Your body starts trembling. Mmmm! What’s this stringent taste in my mouth? Is it precum? Oh boy! I’d bet you’re not flaccid anymore, are you?’

Indeed, his prick was hard and growing. Eyes still closed, he kept listening.

'Oh god! My panties are now soaking wet!’ She paused again ‘I think I’ll have to fiddle with my pussy now’.  Recording ended. He looked again at the mobile’s screen and read: 

Beek (Recording audio) 

He fought the desperate urge of stroking his now fully erected penis. After what seemed an eternity, message finally arrived. Clumsily hit the ‘PLAY’ button, listened, but no words were spoken. ‘Mmmmmm. Oooohhh..... mmmmhh.  Then ‘Oh God! I’m overflooding! Oooohhh. This is so freaking awesome! Now listen, but remember, leave your cock alone!’ 

She approached the phone to her vagina. The clicking sound of her finger furiously massaging her wet cunt came through his phone. He began gasping, but obediently didn’t touch his penis. A few more grunts and the recording finished. Then a voice call entered. Luckily, he had lowered the ringer volume so no one heard. He picked the call and heard the now familiar voice

‘Listen again’ The juices mixing in her vulva while being fingered resounded on his ears, making him sex-frenzy while he thought he would come any minute, without further stimulation. She spoke again and her voice had a menacing tone 

 ‘Listen to me, you little bastard. Start stroking your fucking dick and let me hear you cumming. Now!’ 

His penis was throbbing, so he vigorously stroked his manhood, increasing his tempo by the second. He was having a hard time trying not to scream, realizing in amazement that he didn’t remember to have had such a massive erection in a long time. Beek then spoke again:

‘Can you feel my mouth sucking your prick? Oh Yes! I’m gonna eat every single drop of milk!’ She took the phone to her cunt and he was able to hear her clitoris fingered again. ‘Cum’ for me… Give me all of it! Now!’

So desperate to ejaculate he ignored that the inhuman brushing would most likely produce a painful sore of his member. ‘I’m cumming! Oh yes! Oh shit! I’m cumming! Oooohhh!' Finally, his cock bursted once, twice... up to five times expelling such an unusual load of semen that felt like his penis was left dry. He panted and hissed, maybe a little louder than he wanted. The elderly woman besides him moved but remained asleep.

Then he heard her voice. ‘Now listen my orgasm on your very ears’ He listened her moaning as she started working her clit and introducing, one, then two fingers inside her cunt, rubbing her G-spot. Juices were dripping, moistening her seat's cushion and her breathing became lighter. She felt a huge climax building inside her. The muscles of her thigh started contracting involuntarily and finally climax exploded sending three jets of spurt while she exclaimed ‘Jesus - fucking – Christ. Ooooooh!'

Call was terminated 

A few minutes later he stood up to put himself together and disguise the semen-stained blanket. Got to the toilet and upon return, found a new voice message from her: 

‘The fun part of this is that you’ll never know who made you cum so deliciously and who finger-fucked herself while you listened. I will always be on your mind, and you won’t even know who am I. I hope you enjoy the rest of your trip. Bye’ 

Beek(Offline)