This Is A Fantsy Of Mine

I'm alone on the flight deck of my 777. We are settled into the cruise, and I check everything before pushing my seat back and stepping out of it. Once standing, I chwas check that I haven't pressed on a control and thereby disconnected the autopilot. (There is a really loud audible alert when you disconnect, but once, in a simulator, it didn't sound. These days, I always check) As I scan the instruments, I remove my tie and shirt, hanging them on the back of my seat. The aircraft is quite happy and I feel a slight bank as it follows the pre programmed course. I kick my shoes off, then I undo my skirt, letting it fall to,the floor. I pick it up and fold it neatly. One last look at the instruments before peeling my tights and panties off. I stand naked and alone 37,000ft above the surface of the earth. The thrill is immense. I reach down to the centre pedestal and operate the lock for the flight deck door, flipping it to 'open'. I hear the maglock release its tremendous grip and, opening the door, I step through. The cabin crew take no notice of me as I step into first class. There are three people there, a man and two women. The man smiles, and one of the women looks me up and down before nodding in approval. She reaches across for her husbands hand "I think you'll enjoy this one" she says. The other girl, I notice, is much younger. The daughter, perhaps? I settle myself into a seat and make sure they can all see me. I close my eyes for a moment and then I look him in his eyes as I spread my legs wide. I feel the cabin air on my cunt. Strange, isn't it? Even though heated, aircraft air always seems to retain a memory of the subzero temperature it was a few seconds earlier. My cunt is wet already, and the air kisses it with a nip like a teasing lover. The teenager is staring at my tits...or lack of them. "She hardly has any tits!" She exclaims. I look across at her, and notice her t shirt. No bra, obviously. But she has a little more boob than me. She must be a B cup to my miserable A (just).  My fingers start their caress of my clit, moving it around in gentle circles, wetness flows from me. I push an exploratory finger deep inside me and arch my back. At the same time, I notice the older woman and her husband have stripped and she is eagerly mucking his cock while staring at me. The young girl has curled up on her seat, and has her hand jammed down the front of her jeans. Just as I tear my gaze away, she sheds her jeans and dark blue panties to the floor. I notice white cumstains in them.  I spread my lips wide and start arching my back and rotating my pelvis, as if this movement alone will force this man to fuck me in front of his wife and daughter. "Looks like I'm not the only one ready for a good stiff cock" his wife chuckles, straddling him and sinking down slowly. When he is fully embedded in her, she leans forward to kiss the back of my masturbating hand. I am finger fucking myself mercilessly now. I want to cum. I want to squirt all over these two as they fuck. More, I want to taste their daughter who, I notice, hasn't yet pushed a finger inside herself. As I stare, she pulls her lips apart and I see her hymen still in place. Ah well....that explains that then.  Oh fuck, but I'm close to cumming. I see his balls tensing, and I guess he isn't far off himself. I intend to hold myself right to the point of watching him pulse inside her, but then, suddenly, he reaches across and starts to,rub his daughters clit. She lets her hand fall away and closes her eyes in rapture. She whispers "ohhh...daddy" and it is that that wrenches my orgasm from me and makes me squirt all over the woman just as her husband cums inside her.  After the orgasm, I stand, thank them, and walk still naked but now smelling of sex towards business class. I wonder what will await me in there.   NOTE: Earlier, I said that part of this is true. Of course no aircraft ever has only one pilot,on board. Minimum of two and sometimes four! The part that is true is that I spent as much time as possible on the variants of the 777. This often meant visiting aircraft down for maintenance or grounded awaiting parts. On two ocassions I have taken my clothes off on the flight deck (in the dark it has to be said) of a 777. I have also walked th length of one naked....and creaming myself beyond words as I did so. Finally, I have masturbated in the captains seat.