Mika had settled in her tight economy seating on the jumbo jet to Tokyo after the dinner tray had been taken away. She’s in the middle of the three seat on the right side of the plane. The woman in the window seat had refused the meal and is already asleep. Mika can smell a bit of alcohol from that direction. The Asian gentleman in aisle seat had disappeared.
Mika fluffed her tiny pillow one more time, with her eyes closed, as she tried to remember what lead her on this journey.
Mika was on the bed on all fours, and Rocco’s hard member was poised right next to her sex. Rocco roughly fondled her breasts with one hand, the other hand in her hair. She tried to reach back with one hand, urging him before she loses her excitement, but before she could reach he entered her in one thrust… and she screamed, as he hit the wrong entrance. She recoiled violently and was able to dislodge his member by shoving him off the bed entirely. Her rear end is on fire, and she ran for the restroom and locked herself in before Rocco recovered…
Mika sniffled at that painful memory, not sure if she should be laughing or crying at that experience. Both she and Rocco had a few drinks before, but that was no excuse. She broke up with him, and since he’s also her boss, and quit the job as well. She moved her stuff to her aunt’s place, and decided to go home for a visit. Lolo and lola haven’t seen her for years.
She felt someone settle into the aisle seat… not the Asian gentleman. She can catch a whiff of cologne. She opened her eyes and looked, and found a pair of kind gray-blue eyes starring back at her.
“Pasensya na ha.” he said in almost a whisper.
For a moment Mika did not respond, as she struggled to remember her Tagalog. She hadn’t used it for years! She knows it means “Sorry”. But she kept looking at the face as words struggle to reach her lips.
“No problem,” she finally replied in English.
She continued to study the face, very Anglo-European, blond, wearing a polo shirt. Probably in his thirties or a very nice forties.
“Are you going back for a visit?” He spoke with a very British accent.
Mika was surprised, as she sat up straighter and her curiosity piqued. “How did you…?”
The man chuckled, “Power of observation, my dear. You responded to my tagalog expression of ‘sorry’ with American accented English, which makes you probably American-born Filipina. Am I right?”
Mika smiled, “Who are you? Sherlock Holmes?”
The man shook his head, smiled, and offered his hand, “Jerold Hildred, at your service. ”
Mika offered her hand, and broke into a bigger smile when the British gent raised her hand for a kiss to the back of her hand.
“I am Mika Ocampo. Your tagalog is very good.”
“I actually grew up in the Phillipines. I swapped seats with the Chinese gentleman so he can sit with his family. My wife Rita is Filipina.” He flashed her the ring on his left hand.
“Oh.” Mika hoped she kept the tone of disappointment from her voice.
“You remind me a lot of her.”
Mika frowned, not sure where this conversation is going.
“She’s pregnant with our second child, so I’m heading back to see her. She’s due in a month or so, and I should be there. This trip has kept me away for a while. I… wasn’t there when she miscarried the first one, and I had to leave just after I learned of her 2nd pregnancy. I have not been a good husband.”
Jerald’s pain was definitely in his voice.
Mika sought out his right hand and held it. Jerald gave her a sad smile, but said nothing.
A moment later, a naughty thought occurred to Mika. She leaned over and whispered to Jerald,
“So you can’t make love to your wife while she’s pregnant, right?”
Jerald nodded, as he’s puzzled at this line of questioning.
“How good are you with your fingers?”
Jerald looked into those big brown eyes of Mika, and gave a little smile, “only one way to find out. ”
“Close your eyes, and just imagine I’m your wife.” Mika pulled his right hand onto her lap, then put the blanket over it.
“Are you sure?”
“I… I’ve never come that way.”
Jerald smiled, but there’s more of a hint of predator in this one. “Don’t worry.”
Jerald then turned and leaned back in the seat as if going to sleep, and Mika did the same, but under the blanket, Jerald’s hand started roaming.
His hand gently stroke Mika’s thigh, at the edge of her shorts, but never reaching the junction. Instead, the hand roamed up slightly, and reached her waist, and with a careful twist of the fingers, unbuttoned her shorts.
Mika’s breath caught. She pulled her blanket higher, and her heart raced. She wondered what would the woman asleep in the window seat could hear them, or if one of the Stewardesses would walk by buy and notice them, but that only made her more excited, as she struggled not to move her lower body at all…
His hand slowly pulled down her zipper without putting pressure on her sex, and opened the flaps. Then a finger slipped inside the elastic band of her undies. But the finger is just moving back and forth, back and forth, driving her mad. Just when she thought the torment would not end, the other fingers joined the first and the entire hand is under the elastic.
She’s very wet, and she twisted slightly toward the left to give him better access, even as his fingers, first one, then two, gently probed the sides of her folds, then the fingers formed a V and explored both sides together.
Mika’s breathing is ragged, and she stuff her knuckles to her lips to stifle her moan. She took a peek at Jerald, and he looks as if he’s asleep, but there’s a smile on his face, even as his hand danced around her sex, then a finger slipped into her folds.
She stopped breathing, as she saw stars behind her closed eyelids.
The finger withdrew, reentered, withdrew… then started stroking her clit, along the sides, on the top, from the inside…
She completely lost it when the fingers pinched her clit. She jerked hard, as her hand clamped on her own mouth, suppressing the moan.
The fingers slowed, then came to a stop. Mika felt the hand withdrew slowly, lingeringly, but she kept her eyes closed, as she was spent.
When she finally opened her eyes and looked over to Jerald, he had his eyes closed as he slowly brought each finger to inhale its scent of sex… Her scent of sex, and slowly sucked each finger clean. That was so incredibly erotic a low moan escaped from her lips. He opened his eyes and locked onto hers.
He leaned closer, “Thank you. That should see me through the next day or so until I reach my dear wife. ”
Mika smiled back, “Thank you for one of the most incredible experiences I’ve ever had.”
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