***
This happened to me when I was nineteen years old, while on a gruelling fourteen hour flight to London. I don’t recall what the in-flight movie was, but I remember not being particularly interested by it — it was something I dismissed as being *too childish*, likely. For all I knew at the time, I had a long and extra boring flight ahead of me. *(Reminder: At this time, phones weren’t the all-encompassing time-wasters they are now-a-days.)*
Instead of being with my family, I ended up sat beside a stranger for the duration of the flight, right at the very back of the plane. I don’t remember why this was; I suppose it doesn’t matter now. Point being, that was a first time for me. I’d never sat beside a stranger on an airplane flight before, although I’d flown many times. As a shy kid, these types of things can be intimidating. I sensed that there was some sort of *adult etiquette* which I was unaware of and failing to uphold. *Was I was meant to acknowledge their presence after take-off, maybe attempt small talk? Or should I just stare forward for the whole flight, pretending the seat beside me was empty?*
My family were all up at the front of the plane, where snacks and beverages always seem to materialize miraculously. A few times before take-off, I heard my father and my brother laughing about something, but I wasn’t able to figure out what that was from the few isolated words I managed to hear. This made me feel a little lonely; *left out*, I guess. It sounded like it must have been funny, whatever it was…
***
…But, after a couple of hours spent up in the air, I found myself surprisingly happy to be sharing a stranger’s company at the very back of the plane. *Giddy*, even. There was an vague sense of camaraderie that existed amongst those final few rows of seats, not unlike what I remembered from the being sat on the back of the school-bus. We were alone back there and the rest of the plane had seemingly forgotten about us. That’s always an electrifying prospect: *the potential to be invisible…*
The stranger sat beside me was in her early fifties. An older woman with a soft face and a heavy-looking bosom. She almost reminded me of a preschool teacher I’d once had. I think it was the aura of tenderness about her. Something about the gentle slope of her breasts conveyed a warm motherliness to me.
We talked a lot after take-off, mostly about books and movies we’d both enjoyed. Considering the thirty-something year gap between us, we had a surprising amount in common: a love of history; a deep appreciation of the art of Edward Hopper; even a shared preference for Budweiser. It was almost alarming, really. As we both drank our allotted single servings of Budweiser from plastic cups, we talked like old friends re-connecting because of coincidence. It seemed clear to me from the start that we were both drugged somehow by that odd sensation of existing on the peripheral: being *all the way in the back*. As far as I cared, my family could have been as far away from me now as the twinkling lights below my window.
***
Some time after dinner was served — *I got the beef option, just to be safe* — the lady beside me fell asleep. With-in minutes of her eyes closing shut, the side of her head slumped against my shoulder. This contact sent spontaneous shivers up my spine. Not to mention, the view this provided me of the woman’s breasts was jaw-droopingly intimate… I don’t think I’d ever seen a pair of tits up close like that before in my whole life. I mean, she was clothed, of course; but still, if I leaned into her a little, I could see the dark shadow of what might be an areola. In my defence, the temptation to continue to leer was far too great for any nineteen year old to withstand.
As I stared down into the deep valley between her tits, minutes began to feel like hours. The two of us sat that way for a long time: the lady, fast asleep, with her head rested on my shoulder and her breasts hanging sideways out of her bra; and me, with my head phones in my ears and my eyes glued open.
The stewardess came walking down the aisle, offering blankets and pillows. This woke the woman beside me just long enough for her to accept them, then reposition herself and fall back asleep. *Nothing good can last forever,* I thought…
***
So… I put the blanket I’d been given over my lap, then pulled out an iPod full of porn and started — well, *y’know*. The plane was almost entirely dark now, illuminated by only a few sparse islands of light. The thick hum of the engines seemed amplified by the silence, creating a dense cloak of sound. I’m not happy to say I jacked off on a public plane, but it is what it is.
I’ll be honest, after about twenty minutes of slowly stroking my cock under the blanket — while listening to the abrasive moans of hardcore porn in my headphones — I began to forget about where I was entirely. I stopped worrying about all the dozens of people sitting near-by, sipping their single-serving liquor and reading their best-seller’s. And *that’s when the lady sleeping beside me woke up…* I think turbulence woke her. Or, maybe she was never sleeping at all. Either way, she caught me in the act. *Red handed,* I guess they say.
While doing the preverbal *dirty deed,* I had glanced over in her direction, then spotted one of her eyes-lids slightly open, watching me. She saw the instant expression of horror on my face, then opened her eyes a crack, smiling mischievously at me. The woman whispered that “it was okay”, that she was “the only person who’d be able to see”. She joked about warning me if she saw anyone coming down the isle toward us, but I knew it was no joke. It was an *invitation*.
I accepted it.
I continued to jack off, with the tip of my cock poking up from beneath the blanket, so she could watch my foreskin glide up and down over my head. The woman told me that she’d never seen an un-cut man before; it didn’t seem to turn her on as much as it fascinated her. Her eyes glazed over watching the skin blanket the head of my cock, then retract, leaving pre-cum behind like a tide-line.
She asked me if she could “give me a hand”. The plane was still dark and now, most everyone appeared to be sleeping. I said “yes”. The woman slowly stroked my cock under the blanket, letting her finger-tips slide over my foreskin, until my whole head felt numb. She did this for nearly forty minutes… It was blissful torture.
***
When the lights turned back on above us and the peoplenear-by started slowly waking themselves up, she didn’t stop. It continued, slow and steady, like a marathon.
Before breakfast was served, the lady sat beside me started jacking me off a little faster. *And a little faster…* Her technique had developed a lot over night. Now, she was able to give my cock long, hard strokes, without making too much noise at all.
When I was close, I told her so, then she smiled, before ducking her head under the blanket and sucking my throbbing cock dry. I’d been hard for literally hours and my balls were psychically aching. Meaning, I didn’t last longer than a couple seconds. *(Three, four seconds maybe.)* My legs spasmed hard, causing my knees to knock into the seat in front of me. The man sitting there turned his head over his shoulder, merely glancing in my direction — not seeing the woman curled up under the blanket, currently cradling my sore balls while slurping the cum out of my cock like a fire-hose. I emptied the biggest load of my life into her mouth, then I heard her swallowing under the blanket in rapid succession, as if she were chugging some alcohol.
After my cock had stopped erupting, I felt her tongue begin to clean up around the scene, sucking cum out of the fabric of my pants and licking my salty fingers clean. When she reappeared from under the blanket, the woman’s smile dripped a little cum. She whispered to me about needing to “wash up before breakfast”, then disappeared down the aisle. I expected her to return quickly, but nearly half an hour passed.
I sat in my seat, only now realizing what we had done. The previous handful of hours had felt like time spent in a dream; but in retrospect, they were terrifyingly real. *Holy shit,* I thought. *Holy fucking shit.*
After the cum had already dried on my skin, I got up and made my way to the vacant bathroom at the front of the plane, pausing awkwardly to say hello to my family.
When I reemerged from the bathroom, I took a step toward my family, then stopped dead in my tracks. I’d heard the woman’s voice speaking, from somewhere close-by: “How are you feeling now, sweetie?”
Startled, I turned, then saw the woman leaning over her husband’s seat. Beside the two of them, their son stared down into his laptop, wearing headphones and a vacant expression. The lady kissed her husband on the lips, then tousled her son’s hair. After a moment’s hesitation, I forced my legs to keep walking, pretending I had been looking at something else.
Behind me, I heard her speaking to her husband in a hushed voice: “Just a few more hours now, honey. Not long…” *A few more hours,* I realized. *Oh…*
I glanced over my shoulder again, then stopped for the second time. The woman was staring over the top of her husband’s balding head, making direct eye contact with me. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll find something to entertain myself with. *Don’t worry about me.* I occupied myself this long, right?”
***
I sat down in my seat at the back of the plane, my head spinning fast enough to make me feel dizzy. A few minutes later, the woman sat down beside me, acting so natural, I wondered if I hadn’t dreamt the whole thing. Before could talk about what had happened, breakfast was served. We ate in silence, pretending to be strangers.
The stewardess came and collected our meal trays, then turned and left without saying a word. It was obvious to me that someone had seen us, but it appeared like the plane’s staff were choosing to ignore it. After a long period of silence, the woman beside me took a sip of her tea, then turned her head toward me. “Fair’s fair, I guess. You showed me your’s, *I’ll show you mine…*”
I gulped. *Could we ever get away with this twice?* I didn’t think so. But that didn’t matter anymore, because the top button of the woman’s jeans were already undone. She laid the blanket across her lap — the one already covered in my cum stains — then pulled her jeans down all the way down, like a woman changing at a public pool. When she lifted the blanket up for me, I saw her tangled panties, which barely managed to conceal her swollen lips. The fabric looked discoloured from her wetness.
“Don’t be shy”, she whispered. “I’ve been waiting eight hours to feel you inside me.” I gulped again. *Could we ever get away with this twice?* I still didn’t think so. “But I know you’ve been waiting a lot longer”, she continued. “Ever since you first heard the word *’pussy’* said in the schoolyard. Don’t be shy…”
***
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6pkxyk/the_stranger_sat_beside_me_mf_airplane
Loved the original, love this.