So many firsts...

When I was 17 I took a flight from back east to visit my brother at college in CA. It was a late flight, and most people were sleeping. I'd seen a really handsome man, around 50, while waiting to board. Our eyes met, and he smiled, and I felt attraction between us, despite the age difference.
Midway through the flight I got up to use the bathroom, and passed him as I was going down the aisle. We smiled again, nodded, and I went on to the restroom.
When I opened the door to come out, he was standing right there. I started to say excuse me, but he pushed in, squeezing me against the sink, shutting the door and locking it. I gripped the sink and my nipples went hard as diamonds. He pushed up my skirt, and I felt him fiddling with his pants. I pushed down my panties, bent over a bit and grabbed the sink again.
I could see him in the mirror, smiling as he called me a good girl. He was inside me so quickly, pounding in to my pussy. His mouth fell open and his eyes closed as he thrust, quickly getting to his breaking point. It was hard to stay quiet, I wanted to moan, cry out in pleasure, he just kept driving in to me. Suddenly he gripped my hips, thrust so deep I whimpered, and stared right at me in the mirror. I could feel his cock pulsing, pumping cum straight against my cervix. He pulled out slowly, his cum running down my legs, reached down, rubbed it in, rubbed his hand across my face, zipped up and walked out. I stood there for a few minutes before returning to my seat.
I never told anyone. Mostly because I knew no one would understand why I loved it. My first experience with a stranger, an older man, on a plane... it was incredible! It started my love of older men, and I never forgot him.

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