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Title: “In-formed Indulgence: The economy class passenger’s racy revelation”
In an era inundated with pornography, a nasally older gentleman in economy class on an otherwise mundane transatlantic flight found himself, if only for a moment, transported to a world of sinfully sweet sensuality. The inflight entertainment system, with its barrage of recently released Hollywood blockbusters and classical delights,); however, remained unseen as the man instead opted for the ‘ Feeling Saucy’ tab.
The first flick that caught his eye was entitled ‘人口 шиしないánd Futonを数える不潔’, which roughly translates to the indecent act of non-penetrative carnal copulation and counting futon nap mats. As he hit play, an a cappella overture enveloped the budget headphones and his senses.
Subtitled calliope giggles preceded the main act – an eldery couple, presumably Japanese, entwined in a state of undress. They were partially obscured by the partially erect futon, an image of erotic chaos and titillating tumult.
In the video, the tussled futon is the backdrop to the vicious cycle of abandoned passion and lust. The spell of forbidden fruit flits across the faces of the cavernous couple, as they enthusiastically engage in their secret, surreptitious, sordid act.
As the camera pans out, the pleasurably pummeled pair are revealed, naked as a man on a midsummer’s day, as they flaunt their gnarled, graying bodies. The scene, as the subtitled intertitle informs us, is taking place in a Sauna.
The couple’s sausage fingers grapple each other, squeezing and fondling, grasping and groping. Their sagging, senescing bodies writhe in a writhing of conspicuous consummation, the camera catching their coupling from every conceivable angle.
The sound of the surreptitious session is the soundtrack – grunts and groans, gasps and snorts, and the occasional ecstatic exclamation of sheer carnal catharsis.
As the camera draws closer, glistening bodies are revealed to account for the grotesquery of the scene – the grandpa’s gut, the grandma’s grandma, sweat streaming down their faces, their glazed eyes gazing in guilty rapture.
The subtitles inform us that this is the couple’s specialty – a tentaatively tantric tease, combined with a vigorously vigorous fuck. The sailor-grandmother’s leathery hands grip her sailor-husband’s throbbing cock with glee, giggling as she expertly begins to stroke.
The scene reaches a satisfactory saturation point as the sailor-grandpa’s body begins to convulse and shake, a guttural groan emanating from the depths of his bowels. Using a futon nap mat, the couple begins counting the rising counts of futons, each count escalating to a crescendo of erotic bliss.
Just as the man reached for his air mask, the camera shifts back to the enveloped couple, their contraband consummation coming to a close. The sailor grandpas hands were shaking, his legs quivering, his breathing shallow and erratic.
The video ends abruptly, leaving the viewer panting and yearning for more. The flyer, flushed with a heady mix of excitement and disgust, quickly clicked out of the video and returned to the safety of the Hollywood blockbusters.
He chuckled as he thought about the unlikely lovers, and the incredible level of excitement they had just experienced. The sheer lewdness of the act added to its allure, making it all the more titillating.
As the plane began its descent towards their destination, the flyer couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. Who knows what other delights lay in store for him on this journey? He made a mental note to explore the Feeling Saucy tab more thoroughly next time.
The credits rolled as the flyer settled back into his seat, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He was glad he had taken a chance on the unassuming video, as it had shown him that excitement and pleasure can be found in the most unlikely of places – even in the economy class section of a plane. |-
