(This was originally written for a woman, and as such is POV from her point of view)
You are sitting in the airport terminal half reading the newspaper that is in your hand, and look at the clock on the wall that says 10:24 pm.
“We should be boarding soon back to Florida.” You mutter disappointing to yourself under your breath as you slightly shake your shoe hanging over your crossed leg.
California was a lot of fun. It was great weather, you enjoyed the sites and movie stars, and now it was time to get back home and back to work. Unfortunately for you, the only flight you could get back home that didn’t cost a fortune was a “Red Eye”. You won’t be landing in Florida until 7:25 tomorrow morning. You hate the prospect of having to sit next to some stranger, and you dread the long plane ride home.
The airport is alive with sounds….
There is a baby several seats to your left crying loudly and bothering people all around him.
“WAHHHHHHHH!” you glance over to see the mother doing her best to stifle the loud child.
There is a television hanging from the terminal ceiling showing CNN highlights of the daily stock market activity. Somewhere behind you a couple bicker about whether they should have eaten dinner at the place they did.
You take a whiff in the air, and smell the sweet scent of cinnamon mixed with dough and frosting coming from the Cinnabon several stores over on your right side.
You were enjoying the California sun until the very last minute, and came directly to the airport from a gorgeous white-sand beach, still wearing a yellow sundress that you had purchased yesterday in a cute boutique in San Diego. You smell like the sweet coconut lotion that you had earlier slathered over your entire body, and since you hadn’t gone in the water at the beach today, the lotion still smells as if you just put it on. You had contemplated changing into something a little more travel worthy, but decided to fly home wearing the comfortable garment.
The sundress shows off your body nicely, and you feel extremely sexy wearing it. You always were told that you had sexy legs, and this sundress certainly shows the world how sexy they are. In addition to the lacy dress, you are wearing some fairly conservative black pumps with a short heel.
As you half read a story about the current state of the economy, you continue to keep your long legs crossed, and as is your style, continue to slightly shake your hanging foot as you sit. You could really go for a Cinnabon, but know that you probably shouldn’t.
As you continue to read the paper, you catch a glimpse of a man across the aisle from you. He is probably around 35 years-old, medium build, and dressed casually in nice jeans and a short sleeve, blue striped, Lacoste shirt. He has long brown hair, and a very cute face. He does not detect that you are looking at him from behind your newspaper, and you notice him occasionally staring at your crossed legs for only short periods of time. He looks for 5-10 seconds, and then looks away. He looks again for 5-10 seconds, and then he looks away. He is sitting next to a very attractive brunette who is wearing a rather large diamond ring on her finger. She is approximately 5’ 7”, late 20’s, has fairly small breasts, short hair, and a very pretty face. She is wearing torn jeans, and a fairly cute, but very conservative white blouse. She is wearing white, Nike sneakers to complete the outfit.
You think that it is cute how this guy with the gorgeous fiancée continues to steal peeks at your glistening legs. You decide to have a little fun, and maybe “put on a small show”. As you continue to cross your right leg over your left, you let your shoe on your right foot dangle from your foot just a bit. As you continue to pretend to read your paper, you continue to dangle and move your leg up and down just a little. The motion of your legs causes a little friction against your panties, and as you continue the “show” you feel a little wetness begin to emanate from between your legs. You bite your lower lip very softly behind the newspaper.
As you continue the teasing with your legs and foot, you notice that the guy continues his method of checking you out for 5-10 seconds, and then quickly looks away. You find it hard not to laugh out loud as you continue to pretend to read the paper as you continue your teasing. His fiancée is engrossed in a book in which you can’t see the title, and nobody else in the vicinity seems to notice what you are doing.
The baby several seats to your left has quieted down, and the sounds around you are typical airport “babble”. You smile to yourself as you continue your “show”.
As you adjust yourself in the seat, you slowly uncross your legs, and open them up just a tiny bit and just for a second or two, maybe flashing a tiny bit of your panties. You then cross your left leg over your right, and dangle your left shoe just a little. You sneak a peek at him from behind your paper, and notice him doing his best to glance at your gorgeous legs, while at the same time adjusting the growing bulge in his crotch that you are proud to be causing. You feel more wetness growing against your panties, and you feel your face getting a little flush.
The normal conversations and hubbub normally going on in the airport is interrupted by the intercom at your gate.
“Attention Passengers, we will begin our general boarding to Florida shortly.” “All first class guests are invited to board at your leisure, and if anyone needs a little bit more time, or has small children, you are also invited to board at this time.”
People around you begin to pack up their belongings, and start to slowly get ready for the general boarding. You sneak a glance at the guy across the aisle, and he is now staring at your left dangling foot as it is crossed over your right. You continue to dangle and tease as he stares intently, but he looks away after each glance of 5-10 seconds.
“Rick, do you have all your things together”, the brunette sitting next to “your” guy says directly to him. “Did you remember the camera THIS time?” “I cannot believe that we had to buy ANOTHER camera, because you FORGOT our regular camera.” “Sometimes you can be such a putz!”
Rick takes his eyes away from your legs, and attempts to talk to his lady friend. She doesn’t seem to be letting him get a word in as she continues to berate him in public.
“What a bitch”, you think to yourself, but try not to look too interested at their private conversation.
“Attention all Passengers, we are going to be boarding from the back of the plane. We will start with rows 30 and above. Rows 30 and above, you are welcome to board.”
You glance down at your ticket to double check your row. Row 39, what a horrible row! You are going to be the first on the plane, but you won’t get off until dead last. Oh well, at least you were able to get a window seat. As you make your way to the small line that has formed at the gate, you notice Rick and his lady friend gathering their stuff and making their way to the line. You can still hear Rick’s lady friend verbally abusing him, and then you notice him steal a quick glance at your beautifully shaped bottom. You blush just a bit, and move forward in the line as it makes its way to the front.
You hand your boarding pass to a short, blonde, chubby woman outside the gate.
“Thank you, and enjoy your flight!” the woman mechanically says to you.
You enter through the door, and make your way down the gangway. There are soft conversations going on all around you, but you are still thinking about what a dreadful flight this is going to be.
As you enter the plane, the smell of strong coffee immediately hits you. As you pass through the aisle you notice that a small child sitting in row 12 on your left-hand side is eating a large Cinnabon, and has a bag with at least one more on the seat beside him. You get a strong whiff of the cinnamon and frosting as you pass.
“I should have gotten one for the plane!” You think silently as you verbally kick yourself for not thinking of this earlier.
You continue to work your way down the aisle towards the back of the plane until you see row 39. Great, you think to yourself, “LAST FUCKING ROW”. You attempt to lift your carryon to the bin above, but struggle just a bit. You almost get the luggage to the bin, but it slips and as you try to catch it, you hit just above your left elbow on the top of the seat.
“OWWWWW!!” you exclaim to nobody in particular as your left arm begins to hurt.
“Let me help you with that”, comes a voice from behind you.
You quickly turn and see Rick reaching out to take your carry-on luggage, and lifting it up to the bin above.
“Thanks so much”, you say in a very normal, non-flirty manner, as you rub just above your left elbow to help alleviate the pain you are feeling.
You see his brunette lady friend roll her eyes just a bit as you make your way to the window seat in row 39. You swear to yourself that the woman muttered something under her breath, and it sounded to you like, “What a klutz!”
As you sit down in your leather seat, you get a whiff of some cheap perfume coming from the older woman directly in the row in front of you. The woman is in her late 60’s at least, and is accompanied by her husband sitting in the aisle seat. They are having a conversation about how nice it will be to be able to see their seven grandchildren in Florida. There is nobody sitting in the middle seat in the row ahead of you.
There is a short confrontation between Rick and his lady as she bickers a bit about having him sit in the middle seat. Although he is a foot taller than she, the woman decides that it would be best that she sit on the aisle, and he can cram into the middle seat.
“That is the least you can do for me!” the woman whines as Rick slowly sits down next to you.
As he takes his seat, and buckles his seatbelt, you take in the wonderful scent that is emanating from the cologne he is wearing. You can’t place the scent, but you shudder just a bit at the pleasantness in the air. You turn to look out the window, and roll your eyes just a little as Rick’s lady friend continues her rant.
While you are waiting to take off, you continue to hear the woman completely berating and complaining to and about Rick. Although Rick cannot get many words in on his own behalf, you hear him use the name Michelle, and you figure out from their discussion that they are engaged to be married. She is complaining to him about how inattentive he is towards her, how uncaring he is, how this behavior better not continue once we they are married, etc. You continue to mind your own business and look out the window.
You close your eyes, and think about what an awful flight this is going to be. Michelle hasn’t shut up since you boarded, and the sound of the engine from the back row is extremely loud. You try to relax; hopefully you can fall asleep….At least you have the wonderful cologne smell, and although the perfume from the woman in front of you is awful, for the most part, the smell of Rick’s cologne and the coconut lotion smeared on your body is masking her stench nicely.
“Welcome passengers, this is your captain speaking” “We will be taking off shortly, so please pay attention to your stewardesses as they direct you through our safety procedures.”
You ignore the instructions, and keep your eyes closed. You just want to try to sleep. You ignore the passenger’s banter all around you. Most of it is being drowned out by the loud engine noise coming from below you.
Eventually the plane begins to taxi, and smoothly takes off into the night sky.
“At least the engine is masking Michelle’s constant bickering at poor Rick….” you think to yourself as you begin to fall into a relaxing nap. .
The smell in the air as you nod off to sleep is a battle between the magnificent cologne that Rick is wearing, the slight smell of the awful perfume from the woman in front of you, and the coconut lotion all over your body. You certainly don’t mind that Rick’s cologne is winning the battle….
“DING, DING, DING”
You awake to the sound of the stewardess notification button, which the older woman in the row ahead of you has pushed. You look at your watch, and see that you have been napping for a few hours. The pain above your left elbow has subsided now, but you fear that there will be a black and blue mark there for several days.
“Almost home,” you think to yourself in the darkness.
You glance casually around the cabin, and notice that at this point most of the passengers are napping, or watching television from their personal monitors attached to the front of their seats. Looking with your peripheral vision, you notice that Michelle is facing away from Rick, has a pillow and blanket, and is sleeping soundly.
You carefully adjust your sundress, which has crept up your legs just a little bit while you slept. You can’t help but notice that although Rick is watching Sportscenter on the monitor in front of him, he STILL continues to steal glances of your legs. You have the impression that he has probably been doing this since you fell asleep, and you are flattered, and just a little excited. You think that it is quite cute the way he only glances for 5-10 seconds, before turning his eyes back to the monitor. You purposely adjust your sundress back UP your leg just a bit, and look out the window. You steal glances at Rick through the window reflection as he continues to sneak peeks at your bare legs. This goes on for the next 15 minutes, and you thoroughly enjoy your show.
After a little while, you begin to realize that his interest in you is starting to excite you much as it did in the terminal. The wetness between your legs has returned. You can feel your neck and face become flush, and your nipples begin to grow harder. You cannot believe how horny you are becoming from watching this stranger sneak peeks at you….
For the next ½ hour, you try to convince yourself that you shouldn’t make something out of something that isn’t. The wetness between your legs is increasing now, and your nipples are nearly rock-hard.
“This isn’t right, he’s engaged”, you silently scold yourself as Rick continues to steal glances of your beautiful legs and feet while intermittently watching clips of Sportscenter that have been repeating every 15 minutes.
You slowly reach up to the stewardess call button and gently push it.
“DING, DING, DING”
After several minutes, an older, fairly attractive, brunette stewardess is standing over you whispering so as to not disturb the passengers around you.
“Yes ma’m, can I help you?” she whispers softly.
“Hi, can you please bring me a blanket and pillow?” you whisper softly.
The stewardess acknowledges the request, and two minutes later returns with the supplies. As she is handing you the implements, Rick acts as intermediary, and hands them to your waiting arms.
“Thanks hun!” you say in your most sweet, sexy voice, but still whispering as to not disturb anyone else on the plane, especially Rick’s fiancé.
Rick smiles at you, and you return the smile back as sexy as you possibly can. You can feel your nipples rubbing tightly against the soft material of your sundress….
You put the pillow behind your head, and cover yourself from your cleavage down to your legs with the surprisingly large, blue blanket. As you are adjusting the blanket around your waist, your soft hand glances accidentally against your inner thigh, and you get a small tremble. You can feel a large amount of wetness between your legs. The scent of your excitement mixes in the air with Rick’s cologne, and the coconut lotion. The smell of the bad perfume has all but dissipated from the air.
You stare out the window, and close your eyes pretending to sleep. While you are sitting in darkness, you are having a conversation with yourself, and contemplating whether you should give in to your inner desires. Just the thought of teasing this stranger in the near darkness while his fiancée sleeps next to him, is getting you hotter and hotter. Your nipples are rock hard, the wetness between your legs is soaking through your panties, your face and neck are flush, and you even have a goose-pimple or two on both your arms.
Using your right hand, you slowly reach down to where the blanket is covering your right leg, and pretend to have an itch. After softly scratching your leg, you purposely pull the sundress up towards your waist, and leave the blanket uncovering the area. You keep your eyes closed, but can feel the cool air of the plane hitting your now uncovered right thigh.
“Let him use that for a while” you teasingly say to yourself.
You don’t open your eyes, but you just KNOW that Rick is stealing glances at your bare thigh, and the thought of this is making you hotter and hotter with desire. You stay in this position for several minutes as you continue to breathe in the wonderful scent of his cologne coupled with the coconut lotion on your body.
After a few minutes of what you are sure is “torture” for this cute guy, and without looking at Rick, you reach down with your right hand, and softly pull both heels from your feet and let them hit the ground. Your stocking covered feet feel just a small chill from the air around you, but you keep them extended while keeping your eyes closed. There is a small scent coming from your now uncovered feet, but the combination of Rick’s cologne and your coconut lotion is all but drowning that out. You are certain that your teasing is getting Rick excited, but the funny thing is that you might be getting MORE excited than poor Rick if that is indeed possible.
You squint at the reflection in the window through the near darkness towards Rick, and you notice him staring at your uncovered thigh, and at both your stockinged feet. You look down at his crotch to see the large bulge which has returned to this poor tortured guy. You nearly laugh out loud as you think about what a huge tease you are being….
As you sit in the near darkness continuing your show, your body aches for some sort of sexual release. The wetness between your legs is ridiculous, your nipples are rock hard, and your body is flush with excitement. You need to touch yourself.
You contemplate going to the restroom to pleasure yourself, but you don’t want to create a huge commotion. Although Rick’s fiancé deserves to be woken from a sound sleep so that you can get by her and go to the bathroom, you decide that you are going to be more risky than that. You smile deviously in the darkness. You need to touch yourself….OR….you need someone else to touch you….
After several more minutes of contemplating your devious plan, and fighting within yourself to have some self-control, your body cannot withhold itself any longer.
You sneak a glance at Rick’s reflection through the near darkness, and you can see him STILL sneaking peeks at your uncovered thigh and stockinged feet.
“He can’t get enough of me,” you think to yourself and close your eyes tightly…
“I can’t believe I am going to do this”, you silently exclaim as you methodically move your right foot over to Rick’s space and softly rub the top of your foot and sole against his left ankle. You continue this action for about thirty seconds so that he knows that this was not a mistake, and then you slowly move it back to your side of the seat.
You continue to tightly keep your eyes closed in part because it brings you the most excitement, and in part because you aren’t sure how Rick is going to react. You feel his breath against your face, and guess that he is probably staring right at you now. You don’t open your eyes for him. You DO flash him the nicest smile you can concoct without looking at him. You can feel your face and neck completely flush now, as you sit and wait for his response….
You hear some slight movement beside you, but force yourself to keep your eyes closed in the near dark cabin. The excitement that this little “adventure” is causing you is stronger than anything you have experienced in a long time.
Your heart is beating strongly now. You continue to keep your eyes closed in the darkness….you are taking in the scent of Rick’s cologne as it mixes with the coconut lotion all over your body, and the increasing scent of your juices as they grow between your legs.
Out of the near darkness, you suddenly feel one of Rick’s feet rubbing against your right stockinged foot. You love the way his foot feels against your stocking, and it gives you small goose-bumps up and down your leg. You bring your left foot to meet his foot and yours, and you playfully caress and touch his foot with both of yours. He brings his other foot over and for several minutes, the both of you enjoy a very intimate game of footsie in the near darkness. Your body is flush with excitement, and your pussy is feeling like it is starting to drip into your panties. Your heart is beating quickly now. You haven’t felt this type of sexual excitement in a long time…
As your feet continue to explore each other in the near darkness, you suddenly feel Rick’s soft hand begin to caress your uncovered right thigh. Immediately your entire leg gets goose-bumps, and you tilt your head back in your seat to enjoy the erotic feeling. You feel his hand exploring your leg from your knee up to your thigh. He runs the back of his hand all along the area, teasing you as he goes. You bite your bottom lip just a little and spread your legs apart in the near darkness….
Rick continues to move his hand up and down your thigh, as he moves closer to your pantyline and the waiting wetness. He is taking his time though, making you breath harder, and taking in his glorious cologne. His fingers are so close now. He can probably feel how wet you have become by the amount that has started to drip down your leg. You bite your bottom lip a little more as you wait for ecstasy to arrive. So close…..
Suddenly Rick’s hand quickly pulls away, and his feet join it back to his space. You hear Michelle’s voice in the near darkness speaking to him, and immediately you panic. You quickly cover your legs and feet with the blanket and pretend you are sleeping.
“I hope she didn’t see anything” you pray in the near darkness with your eyes still shut tightly.
After a minute of discussion, Michelle unbuckles her seatbelt and gets up from her seat. She makes her way to the bathroom, and leaves you and Rick together alone in the dark.
Without looking at you, and still staring straight ahead, Rick’s left hand moves back down to your now covered thigh. He reaches below the blanket, and slowly moves his fingers up your thigh until he feels some of your wetness. He lingers in this area for just a few seconds, brushes the back of his middle finger quickly against the middle of your soaking panties, and then takes his hand away. You jump just slightly when he touches the middle of your panties, keep your eyes closed, and smile towards Rick. You can hear him softly laugh, but only for a quick second.
You know that Michelle will be coming back soon, and you aren’t sure if this is going to be the end of your adventure. Your body aches to be touched, and you can’t stand the thought of having to sit in this predicament any longer. Without thinking about it too much, you move your right hand over to Rick’s crotch area and lightly rub his now rock hard bulge while staring into his hauntingly beautiful brown eyes. Without saying a word, you show him your blanket, and motion to him that you think he should get one also. He quickly looks away as you hear Michelle causing a small commotion as she gets back into her seat and connects her seatbelt.
You close your eyes tightly, and keep your entire body covered with the blanket. You haven’t felt this type of sexual energy in a long time, and yet sitting there in the near darkness, you aren’t sure if you are going to be able to release this tension. You imagine yourself riding Rick’s cock as he softly caresses your rock hard nipples, and kisses your flush neck. The wetness between your legs is now dripping on the seat below you….
After several minutes of your imagination getting the best of you, you hear a familiar sound emanate throughout the cabin.
“DING, DING, DING”
You casually glance over next to you, and see the stewardess call button lit up above Rick’s head. You quickly look out the window as Michelle not so silently berates her fiancée for “making such an obnoxious noise”.
The stewardess comes over, there is whispering between her and Rick, and she quickly departs. Two minutes later, she returns carrying a large blue blanket, which she hands to him. You get butterflies in your stomach as the juices between your legs continue to spill on the seat below you.
You feel some adjustments next to you as Rick puts the blanket over his legs and feet. In the near darkness, you steal a quick glance in his direction as he stares straight ahead pretending to watch the same Sportscenter clips for the 12th time. Michelle turns her head away from his, and pulls her blanket up towards her neck. She closes her eyes, and begins to breathe slowly. You begin to breathe faster…much faster….
You close your eyes and stare straight ahead unsure of what is going to happen next.
“This is crazy,” you say to yourself. “I don’t even know this guy”. Even though your mind is trying to talk you out of something, you know that your body insists on sexual release.
As you sit in the near darkness contemplating your next move, you feel Rick’s soft left hand make its way under your blanket and against your right thigh. You again spread open your legs as if begging him to release your tension. He slowly moves his hand up your thigh and further up your sundress, but as teasingly as before, he tickles and teases you, but stops at your panty line….
Your body is telling you that you need release….your nipples ache….your pussy is soaked, your neck is flush with excitement, you have goose-bumps up and down your legs and arms…..You need release badly….
As Rick continues to rub up and down your right thigh with his left hand, you slowly move your right hand from under your blanket and below his. You expect to feel the bulge emanating from Rick’s jeans, but instead you feel the soft material of his underwear, a little sticky, and with the huge bulge pressing against the cotton.
You lightly giggle to yourself as you picture Rick’s pants under the blanket down to his ankles.
“Both of us are nuts”, you jokingly exclaim to yourself in the near darkness.
You softly caress his large unit above the briefs, as it grows larger and larger to your touch. You can feel that his cock is above average size, and you again imagine having it inside you….
Back and forth you slowly rub as he spreads his legs to accommodate your pressure. His fingers have continued teasing between your legs simultaneously, and you bite your bottom lip slightly as the back of his middle finger begins to caress your throbbing pussy.
“Oh god that feels so good Rick” is what you beg to say in the near darkness, but you are forced to keep all talk to yourself. You find that having to stifle your words and expressions only adds to the excitement of the moment.
As Rick’s fingers make their way around the side of your soaked panties and against your wet womanhood, you slowly move your hand underneath his underwear and guide his large cock out the side of his briefs. There is a large amount of pre cum on his now rock hard cock, and you use his lubricant to rub the tip as his unit throbs between your fingers. You can feel Rick speeding up the action with his fingers as he continuously flicks and rubs your wetness. You gasp silently when you first feel his pointer finger enter you, and then again when he forces his middle finger to join the pointer. He begins to finger you under your blanket as your hips softly and silently move against his digits. You begin to gently stroke his erect cock as wetness drips down onto your fingers and hand. You stroke his cock very slowly and softly as you don’t want to make it obvious to anyone lucky enough to be watching.
You close your eyes and bite your bottom lip to take in what is currently happening. Rick’s fingers are picking up their pace between your hot, wet lips. Somewhere deep inside you, you sense release growing slowly. You pick up the pace on Rick’s cock as you use the lubricated palm of your hand to squeeze his manhood harder and harder between your hand. You can feel his cock pulsing between squeezes, and you sense release for Rick is growing closer.
Your hips are silently moving in unison with Rick’s working fingers as you bite your bottom lip slightly.
“Oh my god” you silently think, “OH MY GOD!”
Your squeezing pressure is working faster now. You are getting close to release, and you want Rick to release simultaneously. Faster and faster Rick’s fingers move in and out of your pussy as you squeeze his cock between your lubricated palm.
IN/OUT/IN/OUT/IN/OUT/IN/OUT
“OHHHHHHHHHHHH……..OOHHHHHHHHHHH” almost there you want to scream.
Faster you move your hand to keep up, but you are getting too close…..His fingers are working too quickly…..you cannot control yourself anymore…..
Then it hits you…..
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…….GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD…………OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”, and your body begins to shake uncontrollably as Rick’s fingers milk your juices from between your spread legs.
You do your best to keep as still and quite as possible, but the initial reaction of the orgasm causes you to kick the seat of the woman in front of you causing a small stir. You also have trouble stifling a small “ohhhhh” as the wave hits your body, and you feel self aware that you may have disturbed several people around you….
Rick slows the pace of his fingers as your body slowly comes back from the orgasm, and you begin to feel very relaxed. As you gain control of your senses, you begin to once again squeeze Rick’s cock between your soft, lubricated palm. You continue your method of gently squeezing and unsqueezing his rock hard cock, and you hear his breathing becoming louder and faster.
Harder and harder the squeezing becomes and you feel his cock beginning to pulse…the sure beginning of what you hope will be a large gooey mess between your palm and fingers. Harder and faster you squeeze….so close now….
“Come on Rick, cum for me baby, cum for me!” you want to scream so that everyone can hear.
Faster and faster you move, harder and harder you squeeze….so close…..
Suddenly you stop abruptly, and his hand quickly moves away from the soaked area between your legs. You hear Michelle’s voice in the near darkness asking Rick in her bitchiest voice what time it is, and when they would be landing. In an almost cracking voice, you hear Rick tell Michelle that it is almost 6:30, and there was a little while before they would be landing.
Michelle is awake now, and continues to carry on a conversation with her fiancée. At one point in the conversation, she grabs his right hand, and places it firmly in hers demanding his complete attention. Your hand remains dead still but still grasping his large manhood in your palm. Even with the interruption, Rick’s cock remains rock hard in your hand. You can feel his pre-cum dripping all along your fingers.
As Rick and Michelle hold hands in the near darkness carrying on a conversation, your right hand begins to squeeze slowly at first, and then faster and continues its squeezing action against his still rock hard cock. He continues to try to speak to his beautiful fiancée in a normal tone, while you squeeze his manhood faster and faster in the darkness.
IN/OUT/IN/OUT/IN/OUT/IN/OUT
Your palm squeezes as his cock moves between your hand. You feel the pulse of his unit as it uncontrollably moves between your lubricated palm. Rick and Michelle continue their small talk in the near darkness, but you work harder and faster than ever to finish the deed.
The smells that are currently in the air are amazing. His cologne mixed with the scent of your coconut lotion, mixed with the smells of both of your juices, make for an amazingly erotic scent. You can’t believe that anyone else isn’t noticing this….
Harder you squeeze and faster you unsqueeze.
“Cum for me Rick!” “Cum for me baby!!” you think to yourself as your hand moves skillfully.
As the small talk continues between the couple, you feel his cock begin to release. He stops talking for a second as you first feel the pulsing, and then you feel the warm, sticky liquid shoot out of his unit and all over your still squeezing hand. Rick makes a strange noise when he attempts to mask his orgasm reaction, and when questioned, explains it away to his fiancée as the “hiccups”. You continue to squeeze his now shrinking cock until you feel the last bit of cum release into your soft, gentle hand.
With your hand still beneath his blanket, you hear Michelle getting up from her seat to “go to the bathroom one final time before we land.”
Once the coast is clear, you glance over to Rick who gives you a sly smile which you return. You reach out your left hand to his right.
“By the way, it is nice to meet you.” You jokingly introduce yourself as you pull your right hand from under his blanket.
Rick softly grasps your left hand and looks deep into your waiting eyes and smiling face.
“It is nice to meet you as well, my name is Rick!”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8ih0qa/the_red_eye_mf_cheat