Georgia On My Mind

The following is a work of fiction. It was however inspired by a very attractive woman, with an extremely elevated sex drive, who took a recent plane ride in a costume. The dress is real and I am the one who has given her the nickname, Georgia.

Within the story all participants are consenting adults above the age of 18.

I've always enjoyed flying. Or maybe it's more of the idea of flying?

People sometimes have to fly home for sad things like funerals and such, but most of the time, unless it's business, I think most associate flying with happy times like vacations, weddings, visiting far off exotic locations, or maybe meeting new people.

On the flip side there are some truly negative aspects to flying.

TSA sucks, everyone is in a damn hurry, short durations between connecting flights and unless you're traveling with someone, and book early, you're usually screwed as far who you are going to be seated next to.

I usually wind up one of two ways. It's either some fat ass that takes up more than their seat, or it's some idiot that needs to constantly move during the flight. You know, like they have ants in their pants or something.

Living in Chattanooga is awesome. It's somewhat nestled between Knoxville, Nashville, Birmingham and Atlanta. You're basically close to everything. The only downside is the airport. Please don't get me wrong. What we have is nice, but it's not a hub.

Flights from our airport either begin or end here. We're getting more direct flights, but most of the time you have to either fly to Atlanta, or Charlotte to get to your final destination.

For a couple of years now the software company I have worked for has allowed me to work remotely. Today's flight was taking me down to a conference in Miami, but I needed to get a connecting flight in Atlanta first.

If you've not been to the Atlanta airport previously I can tell you it's busy as hell. What makes it even more challenging is actually getting to the gate for your connecting flight. Smaller, regional aircraft, usually go to one terminal which means you normally have to haul ass to your next flight which may be two or three terminals over.

Even though the Chattanooga Airport is somewhat small there are times of the day when it can get busy. Mornings are usually the busiest, but this afternoon it seemed like things were quite busy as well.

I had a small carryon with me which really wasn't full at all. Two days of business casual meetings and I'd be back the following day.

My final destination being Miami I wouldn't need much in the way of clothing so I just had a few t-shirts, socks and loose fitting gym shorts.

One of the things I like to do these days is go commando. I've just never been a big fan of underwear. Let's just say I like the feel of my cock and balls being unrestricted.

I arrived early and as I went to sit down at my gate there weren't really any open seats available so opted for a seat at one of the other gates nearby.

I had about 45 minutes to kill before the flight so I did like everyone else and began looking at my phone. Most people were probably catching up on weather reports, watching TikTok videos or looking at Facebook. I tend not to be like others so I was reading some erotic stories on Literotica. com.

It was then I heard the clicking of heels, looked up and there she was.

I thought to myself "Holy fucking shit."

You're now probably asking yourself "What the hell was it?"

Well I'm about to tell you!

If you conducted a Google image search for the term "MILF" this woman's picture would have popped up in the return.

I figured her for early 50's with dark brown shoulder length hair. She was wearing a pair of red and black open toed fuck me heels with straps around her ankles. The red leather over the toes was accentuated with rhinestones which I'm sure would shine like diamonds given the correct lighting. Guessing her actual height I'd say roughly 5'4ish? She was well proportioned with powerfully looking tanned legs. Her makeup was on point and she wore dark lipstick. Her eyes were accentuated with mascara and some eye liner. Her eyebrows were dark and she exuded an overpowering sense of sexuality as well as mystery.

Her most impressive feature was by far her tits. They were big and largely on display.

Now how the fuck she got through TSA dressed like she was escaped me.

I'm not sure I can describe this thing correctly but let's start off with the mental image of a "fuck me" cocktail dress?

It was black, essentially see through and shoulder less. I'd like to say there was a plunging neckline, but that wasn't it. This thing plunged half way down the dress. If it wasn't for a few horizontal straps of material holding this thing together I'd say a small gust of wind would cause one of her breasts, if not both, to be exposed.

On the sides this thing came down only enough to cover her impressive assets! It was cut on the sides, or I should say absent material. The front and back of the dress was held together with several more horizontal straps of material.

I noticed two black dots where her nipples would be. I was assuming they were pasties or something to cover up them up? Down below I couldn't make it out but it seemed like she might have been wearing the smallest of black thongs. Maybe just enough to cover up her pussy lips?

If I'm describing the dress correctly you should now understand that this dress screamed "I want to fuck" and was likely illegal in several states and U. S. Territories.

As fate would have it she sat directly across from me. I wondered how the hell I got so lucky and thought I should probably go purchase a lottery ticket when I landed?

As I looked at her the song "Maneater" by Hall & Oats kept running through my head. She was every bit a maneater and I couldn't help thinking that someone was going to get lucky tonight.

At this point looking at any more of the stories on Lit was a moot point. There was a fucking smoke show right in front of me so it wasn't like I was going to waist my time reading.

I held my phone up in front of my face, but I kept stealing glances at those lovely toned legs and fuck me heels. I also stole a couple of glances at her wickedly impressive tits. Twice my eyes caught hers. She smiled, but I knew I was essentially busted.

As I sat there looking at this goddess I tried like hell to hide my erection. My cock isn't huge, but it's produced two beautiful daughters and that's what I'm most proud of.

Rather than just reaching down to adjust my cock I just lifted my right leg up over my left knee in a high cross and hoped I could angle things so she wouldn't see.

One of the gate attendants announced they would be boarding soon so I quickly grabbed my small carryon and made my way to the bathroom for a final piss and to adjust myself.

When I was finished I walked out onto the concourse and tried to act cool. You know, be casual, right?

It didn't really work as I kept looking over at this half naked beauty.

Boarding Group 4. I started to move towards the gate and so did the Maneater. I started to move methodically in and around people until I was behind her.

I must say she was equally impressive from behind. After checking our boarding passes I stayed back about four feet from her, watching her walk down the skyway in those fuck me heels.

I could see the muscles in her calves. The dress being essentially see through was giving me a great view of her ass. As I imagined there was only a thin string of material coming up between her ass cheeks attached to the waist of her thong.

As we stopped momentarily to board the aircraft she turned to the left ever so slightly. I looked down and saw a tattoo below her arm on her left flank. It was some sort of writing. I couldn't make out what it said, but one thing was for sure. My cock was now straining in my shorts.

As I boarded the aircraft I checked my seat assignment again. Row 14 aisle seat.

As we made our way into the aircraft we had to stop a couple of times for people to put their luggage in the overhead bin.

I took these opportunities to get right up on her twice where I just leaned in to smell her. Her perfume was intoxicating and her hair smelled wonderful.

As we approached row 14 she started to slide into the window seat. I nearly thought I would pass out from excitement.

As she sat down in her seat I reached up to place my carry on in the overhead bin. She could definitely seen my erection if she was looking.

As I began to take my seat I couldn't help looking at her impressive rack and sexy legs.

As my right hand reached between the seats for one half of the seatbelt I couldn't help brushing up against her dress and feeling some bare skin for just a moment.

I said "Excuse me," and she politely replied "No problem."

As I sat there watching others take their place I couldn't help cutting my eyes towards the two beautiful tits that were next to me as well as her legs.

She reached into the small clutch purse she was carrying and pulled out a pair of glasses and then reached out for the in flight magazine.

With her glasses on I now started thinking about the whole sexy librarian fantasy and god was she ever.

Apparently I wasn't all that skillful at sneaking glances and she caught me ogling her again.

She turned towards me, leaned in a bit and asked me in a low breath "Are you planning on staring at me the entire flight?"

I replied "I uh, I mean um, you, uh, I mean, you're just very attractive. "

She said "Oh really, I'm attractive?"

I replied "Um, uh, I mean, uh, yes."

"Yes what?" She asked.

Yeah, I mean, Yes Ma'am. I replied.

As I sat there, busted, and now being interrogated by this sexy grand inquisitor I started to shake a bit. It was if I was shivering, but I wasn't cold. As the questions came I stayed focused on her eyes feeling like a fly caught in a spider web.

She asked "So I'm attractive. Is that all that I am? Just attractive?"

I replied "Yes, um uh, You're very pretty. "

So I was attractive and now I'm pretty, is that it? She asked.

She then asked me my name and wanted to know where I was going.

I told her my name was ju, ju James and I was heading to Miami on a bu, bu, business trip.

She then said "Well James, Seeing how you can't keep your eyes off my tits and this dress let me tell you what's going on. I'm heading out to Vegas for a swingers party. I'll be pressed for time once I land so I put my dress on ahead of time as I won't have time to change."

"Ya, ya, yes, mu, mu Ma'am" I uttered in response.

She reached over with her hand and grabbed my right forearm. This caused me to shudder and I felt like electricity was coursing through my veins.

She leaned over and said "I'll bet I could get you to do almost anything I wanted you to do. Isn't that right James?"

"I'm sorry, say what now" I replied.

She said "Look, the time for being cute it over. I've caught you staring at me, sniffing on me and moments ago you rubbed up on me with your hand with some bullshit like you needed your seatbelt. I've tried to talk to you and you can hardly utter a word without stuttering."

She continued "I'll bet you're a little bitch.

"Excuse me?" I replied.

She said "Yes, I'll bet you're a little slut boy. It would be so easy to have you eating out of my hand."

She adjusted herself in her seat and said "James, I want a blanket. Get me a blanket."

I immediately got up and started searching some of the overhead bins. Towards the rear I found one in a compartment that had an AED, a detached air mask and seat belt. I quickly grabbed it and returned to my seat.

As I handed this goddess the blanket I took my seat. She said "Good boy" which made me feel warm inside.

As additional passengers took their seats she began to speak to me again.

She said "So tell me about my dress again. Is it attractive or pretty?"

"It, uh, it's, um, both." I replied.

"Is it hot?" She asked.

"Yes Ma'am." I replied.

"Is it sexy?" She asked.

"Yes Ma'am." I replied

"Or is it so fucking hot and sexy that you would like nothing more than to peel it off my body and fuck me?" She asked.

"You're normally submissive by nature, aren't you James?" She asked.

"I'm sorry?" I asked.

"You know well what I mean. You've been stealing looks at me since we were in the airport. I look hot as hell and you've not initiated any conversation with me. You've been sitting here shaking like a bitch in heat while I question you and I got you to get up and get me a blanket." She stated.

As I tried to keep my secret to myself I responded "I was just being polite."

"Bullshit. You're a submissive " She said.

Knowing it was no use trying to resist I lowered my head and said "Yes Ma'am."

"There we go. The truth always comes out" She said with a smile.

Feeling a sense of relief I asked her what her name was.

She said " My name is not important, but you can me Georgia."

"Why's that?" I asked.

She replied "Someone once told me that my pussy tasted sweeter than any Georgia peach he had ever had in his mouth. And that James, is how got the nickname."

She then asked me "Would you like to taste it?"

I sat there stunned. I sat there thinking "What the fuck" did she just ask me, but actually I heard her quite well.

"Ya, ya, Yes, mu, mu, Ma'am. I responded.

Ok, She replied. "When we're airborne. "

With the cabin door closed we began to pull from the terminal. The stewardess was going through her preflight instructions. I heard her speaking, but it was just noise. All I could think about was the cougar next to me and what was possibly going to happen next.

It was unusual that the plane ride out this afternoon wasn't very full and the two seats next to me were empty.

The pilot said they were going to keep the cabin lights off for the flight and that the flight from Chattanooga to Atlanta should only take about 20 minutes or so.

As we began to taxi out towards the runway, Georgia, took the blanket and covered both of us.

She then said "We are going to play a little game. Put both your hands on the arm rests and do not move them unless I tell you to do otherwise."

I replied "Yes Ma'am.

With that we were underway. As the engines roared to life we began accelerating down the runway. The pilot pulled the yoke back and we were off.

Once we got to cruising altitude the noise in the cabin quieted down a bit.

I looked over and saw Georgia had both of her hands under her half of the blanket. She then reached over with her left hand grabbing my right hand.

She then guided it down in between her legs. My middle finger reached her pussy lips and she began moving my hand up and down. I truly felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

There was not a hint of hair or stubble. It was as slick as glass and slippery as well.

I detected what felt like a thong to the side but kept focusing on rubbing her pussy lips.

I wanted so deeply to penetrate her with my finger, but I didn't want to go beyond the end zone for fear of offending her.

With all my might I resisted and with that she removed my hand and held it.

She leaned in to my ear and said "Now, I want you to smell your fingers."

I couldn't resist. My cock was so fucking hard.

I raised my hand to my nose and inhaled. It smelled almost like coco butter.

She then instructed to put my fingers in my mouth, which I did.

I placed my fingers in my mouth and tasted her essence. It was a mixture of coco butter along with a hint of salt and honey. It tasted delicious and I yearned for more.

She then asked "Now isn't that the sweetest pussy you've ever tasted?"

"Yes" I replied.

"Yes what" She asked?

"Yes Georgia" I said.

"Exactly" She replied.

She then instructed me to put my hands back on the arm rests below the blankets which I did.

She then reached over beneath the blanket and put her hand on my cock.

She said "Not bad, but not huge either."

She then said "James, I plan on getting fucked tonight. I'm not sure by whom, but I'm getting fucked. It might be someone with a cock like yours, or it might be someone who is hung like a horse. It may be a big black cock, or I might be rubbing pussies with another woman at the party I'm going to.

Now you on the other hand may have a tough time getting laid. Not because of a lack of looks, but I sense you lay back too much and fail to take control of situations when you probably should. But it isn't your nature is it? No, because you are naturally submissive.

I'll tell you what you did do. You got my juices flowing as soon as you started staring at me in the airport. I could see your hard on immediately.

When we boarded I sensed your presence and felt you close to me as you sniffed my hair. I felt like my personal space had been invaded, but overall it felt good and made me horny as hell.

You're sweet James and I'm going to give you something."

She then instructed me to pull down my gym shorts and put my hands back up on the armrest.

Georgia covered both of us and then reached beneath the blanket and took my cock in her hand. She said "Oooohh, nice. I love a shaved cock and balls."

"I'm going to jerk you off James. Is that ok" She asked?

Oh my god I thought. "Um, uh, Yes!" I responded.

"Yes what" She asked?

"Yes Georgia" I replied.

She then took her hand and began stroking my cock.

I took the blanket and put it up under my chin to try and hold it.

As she stroked my cock I turned and looked at those two beautiful flesh covered globes and wished I could suck on them.

I wondered if her nipples were hard and erect. I wondered if her pussy was still wet and if so were her juices leaking into the seat?

It's tough to explain my predicament to someone who hasn't flown before, but I had my hands at my sides, I had to be virtually silent and I had to keep scanning for a stewardess who might be walking the aisle.

Her hand worked up and down my cock masterfully and the pleasure was intense. This was only going to take a few moments as I hadn't cum all week. Her hand felt so good and she was hot as fuck.

I began to breath harder and let out a few grunts.

Georgia leaned again and spoke in a low tone "Common slut boy. Cum for Georgia. I know you want to."

As my balls started to draw up and I knew the end was near I began to worry about getting the blanket all full of cum and the stewardess finding out. Then what would she do. Notify the police in Atlanta or TSA?

It was then I thought of the next best thing. As my eruption neared I took my left hand and moved it down to the head of my cock to catch the cum I had stored within me.

As my balls tightened one last time I shuttered and let out an almost wine "Oh fuck, oh fuck. Aaaagggghhhhh."

After I erupted and stopped shaking I removed my left hand from under the blanket. It was filled with about two tablespoons of hot cum.

I made a gesture to Georgia like "You want some?"

She politely said "Look here slut. I've let you touch my pussy and I've jerked you off. But I'm not eating your cum."

With that she took her finger, dipped it in my cum filled palm and put it up to my lips saying "Eat."

Reluctantly, I took her finger into my mouth and sucked on it. I wasn't turned off by the taste, but I wasn't wild about the consistency.

Briefly looking forward I saw a stewardess starting to walk down the aisle. In a panic and not knowing what to do I moved my hand up to my mouth and sucked down the rest of my load.

I had to swallow a few times and hold back the urge to gag, but I managed to get it down.

Georgia leaned in and said "You're going to make someone a nice bitch someday."

Her comment made me feel warm inside and I couldn't help but smile.

As we touched down I just sat back and thought about what had happened. This may not have been exactly the Mile High Club, but it was damn close.

Moments after we pulled up to the terminal the pilot turned off the seat belt sign allowing us to move about the cabin. I got up, got my bag from above the overhead bin.

Being the gentleman I am I let Georgia exit in front of me. Also, because I wanted to take a look as her beautiful assets one last time.

As we exited into the terminal everyone's eyes in the terminal were immediately focused on her. All the men and half the woman immediately wished they could fuck her. The other half of the women just looked at her in awe wishing that they could wear a dress so daring.

As we walked out into the busy Atlanta concourse, Georgia walked to the side by a telephone booth and stopped. As she turned around I was standing right behind her.

She asked me why her nickname was Georgia?

I replied "Because your pussy is sweeter than any peach that grows in Georgia."

She then asked "And was it?"

I replied "Yes Ma'am it is."

She then held her hand out as if to shake hands. I took it in mine, lifted it and gave it a kiss.

With that she thanked me and said "Now I'm off!"

She winked at me, turned and was gone.

And now here I am with Georgia on my mind.