I [m] fingered and got a handjob [f]rom a girl on an airplane with her mother sitting next to her

Still can’t really believe it went down like it did, and felt like this would be a good story for my first post here. This happened a few years ago so I may mix up a few of the details, but the core story line happened exactly as described. It’s a bit long. (EDIT: holy shit… it’s really long). For me, the sexiest part was all the build up – but if you disagree, you can skip to the ****

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For some back-story: I’d been married for (too many) years to a woman who was abusive and who told me regularly that I was undesirable. Long painful story short, this all led to me having a bit of a confidence problem for awhile, even after we split up. However, some time without her, followed by a bit of surprisingly successful dating around had me finally realizing that I still “got it” and I felt my old playful confident self coming back.

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Flash forward a month or two… I’m boarding a plane for a work trip to Europe. My traveling partner and have seats far from one another (it’s a last-minute work trip, so we have seats wherever they could fit us), so I continue towards the back of the plane, apprehensive about the possibility of sitting next to someone unpleasant for a long flight. I have an aisle seat (amazingly) in the middle-5-seat section of one of those big jumbo-jets.

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With surprise, I realize that my seat is actually next to this super cute Eastern-European-looking girl, maybe about 20-22 (I’m in my early 30s at the time). She’s medium-to-short height (as far as I can tell while she’s sitting) and has long dark hair with just a bit of a wave in it that falls about half-way down her chest and over her simple-but-pretty top. Even with the modest top, her breasts are noticeably high and firm, though not overly large; but she’s quite skinny, so she probably looks larger than she is. She’s also wearing tight jeans (more on that later).

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As I approach she looks up with the start of that obligatory smile that says “hi travel friend I’m going to fight you for the armrest for 9 hours and pretend to be pleasant” on her lips, but then our eyes meet and she quickly looks away shyly. Newly confident (and dating-advice-reading) me waits the 1. 2. 3. count for her to look back, and I smile warmly when she does, and she returns the smile, more genuinely this time. I reach up to put my bag in the overhead compartment and glance down to catch her checking out my stomach as my shirt has come up just a small amount over my belt. (I’d been working out a lot after my divorce, and have decent abs. Nothing close to model-like, but I’m strong and the tops of those V-lines come up high on me.)

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Her eyes flick up and widen just a touch as she realizes I caught her looking. I smile at her again and sit down and introduce myself. Her name is Anna (not her real name). Turns out she *is* actually Eastern European (Bulgarian maybe, though I forget exactly) and flying home with her mother, who is sitting next to her. I say hello to the mother briefly (middle-aged. attractive, but more ‘matronly’ than ‘milf-y’), but she’s already engaged in an in-flight movie so we just exchange baseline pleasantries.

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The plane takes off and Anna and I are definitely enjoying each other’s company. She’s shy at first, but I can feel her pushing against that with a determination that I found intriguing. Not to mention her sexy accent; and she’s well read, so we discuss books, and travel — and I’m definitely no longer sad that I was separated from my traveling companion for the flight.

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She’d been visiting LA, and so I make some playful comment about her being in America to start her modeling career. She laughs and says something about knowing some male model from her high school who was really vapid, but hot. She comments on my legs looking strong and how much she likes it when a man has strong legs. With a laugh I tell her she can feel my legs if she wants, and to my great surprise she takes me up on the offer and places her small, soft hand on my thigh and squeezes lightly a few times slowly. I’m pretty surprised that this is happening. She’s quite a lot younger than me and even though I’m regaining confidence and playfulness after my divorce, I still don’t really *believe* yet that other people find me attractive.

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The sexual tension is floating there now, but there’s nothing to do. Her mom is engrossed in a movie right next to her, and there’s a plane full of people all around us. There’s an awkward pause where nothing is said for a moment, and I ask her if she wants to watch a movie and she agrees but is a little confused. I always carry an audio splitter in with my headphone case, so I showed her that we could both watch and listen to the same movie on my screen. It’s a little bit obvious that this is a ploy since we could have just watched the same movie on two different screens… but neither of us says so.

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I start the movie (*no* recollection of what it was) and she leans in to watch with me. A moment later, she raises the armrest and comes in closer, our bodies touching one another for the first time. I can hear her breathing a bit more deeply. It’s a bit cold on the plane, so it wasn’t completely crazy for me to offer to share a blanket with her, was it? I shift in my seat a bit, and she leans against me, so she can “see better.”

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I glance over at mom, but and she’s completely unaware, or doesn’t care, about what’s going on one seat over. I glance to my right and there’s a couple sleeping soundly. Under the blanket, my hand had come to a rest on her thigh during our latest shift, but despite the signals she was sending, I still just rested it there, unmoving for what felt like forever (but was probably only 5 minutes). I’d like to pretend I was making her wait to keep her in suspense, but in truth I was still worried that she’d throw the blanket off and slap me. (that newfound confidence I mentioned earlier seemed to evaporate on me). But slowly, almost imperceptibly, I started brushing my fingers in small circles. She almost immediately responded by shifting slightly closer.

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Green light received, my circles grew slowly larger, working their way up her leg. Unfortunately, because of the angle, I couldn’t get too far. We shifted again (to get more comfortable), and now my left arm was around her and my right hand is resting on her leg under the blanket — much better angle! I continue my circles, now working their way between her thighs. I can feel the heat under the blanket and her breathing quickening. Teasing her, I keep changing direction, never letting my hand actually reach all the way between. Instead I start working my hand slowly, slowly up under her shirt, brushing against the skin of her tight stomach until I cupped her bra-clad breast in my hand, letting my fingertips slide along the line of her bra, against her skin.

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She shifts slightly, and with surprise, I realize that her bra is loose — praised be the genius who created the front-clasp bra! She had deftly unhooked it. I slid my hand under her bra and wrapped my hand around her full, unreasonably perky breast. I squeezed and caressed her for probably 20 minutes — switching back and forth between her breasts and making light circles over her stomach, or thighs. Her body was just so fun to touch. Firm and soft in all the right places. Finally, I let my circles run over her pussy and she stifled a little yip and squeezed my leg harder. I pressed against her pulsing mound and Anna’s breath starts coming in quick pulses. All this time, outside of the blanket, we’re both staring intently at the movie. I glance over at mom, and she looks back over and smiles at me. Does she know? No, she can’t possibly. But, still, I pause for a minute or two.

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Anna must have thought I was wanting a turn because she shifted and started moving her hand along my leg, up the inside of my thigh. Sooner than she realized she brushed against my hard cock and she jumped a little bit. (I’m fortunate to be really quite big, and when I’m fully hard, my cock comes far down my leg a bit). Gingerly at first, and then with more intensity, she wrapped her hand around my cock and started rubbing up and down. Mmmm… after all the build up, I’m as hard as I’ve ever been and as good as her hand feels, I need more.

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My slow teasing forgotten, I shift again to get a better angle and unbutton her pants. She stiffens and I immediately pause. She relaxes and makes a tiny little nod with her head, and I proceed. I carefully unbutton her jeans and slide down the zipper, but her damn jeans are so tight I can’t fit my hand inside. She shifts a bit and my hand slides inside her jeans, finally feeling her.

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Readers of Reddit, “soft” and “wet” don’t come anywhere near to describing what her pussy felt like. She was so slick my fingers slipped right through her public hair and over her clit and labia with an audible wet sound. Anna, her head now against my head, made a low moan that I could feel more than hear. I started rubbing up and down her slit and her hips moved just a bit along with my motions, and her hand motions on my cock got more urgent and less coordinated. Again I glance over at mom, but she’s just enjoying her movie, totally oblivious(?)

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I play with her clit for a moment, and then pull my hand out and pretend to yawn, and discretely lick my fingers. Anna looks up at me with her dark, pretty eyes, and opens her mouth just a bit with surprise. I grin back at her then reach back under the blanket and undo my pants, shifting them down a bit so my cock can finally come free. Hesitantly, she wraps her hand around and starts moving up and down.

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Somehow, I managed to get my hand back into her pants while she was doing this. Thinking back on this, I have no idea how we managed to do this without making it obvious, dropping the blanket, or getting carpel tunnel. Probably we didn’t succeed, and I’m definitely nervous that mom is going to see. I dip my fingers back into her pants and start to probe inside of her. Immediately she gasps and moves her hips towards my fingers, but then stiffens, looks at me and shakes her head.

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I’m surprised she stopped me, but happy to focus on her clit instead (although with her incredible slick juices and twitching hips, it was like my fingers were being drawn inside). Her hand on my cock was getting less and less coordinated and her breathing was getting sharper and I can tell she’s ready to cum. I look over at mom, and she’s looking right at us, but I’m so full of lust I don’t even care and keep fingering Anna’s clit. “It’s dark in the plane” I keep telling myself. Anna’s eyes are closed — maybe her mom thinks she’s sleeping and having a dream? Mom gives me a little smile and at that moment Anna starts cumming in twitching wave after wave. I don’t dare stop — there’s no way I’m going to ruin this orgasm for her even if the plane was going down.

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Mom smiles again — she must think Anna is dreaming? I smile to play along as mom goes back to her movie. After Anna comes down she starts stroking me again (she’d basically stopped while she was cumming) and I started to get close myself. I grabbed one of those airplane cocktail napkins and held it over my cock as I felt myself erupt. After hours of teasing and touching, I exploded. hard. My whole body tensed and I bit back a groan. Spurt after spurt — the napkin was no match for that much cum. It was dripping down my hand, and her hand, and my cock, and my stomach. She made a little gasp and looked up at me again with those pretty eyes.

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I ended up using the airplane blanket to clean up all of the mess (sorry flight attendants), and then finished cleaning up in the lavatory. Through some sorcery I didn’t get any cum on my shirt or pants. To this day I don’t know how this is possible. When I got back to the seat, Anna was laying back with sleepy eyes. I sat down next to her and she put her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest and slept for the rest of the trip. She didn’t wake up until the wheels touched down at our destination. Then looked at me with a sheepish grin and asked me for my email address, which I gave to her.

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When the plane reached the gate (and after everyone filtered out ahead of us) I grabbed my bags, gave her a smile said goodbye to her and her mother. Was her mom’s smile more of a smirk? Was that a hint of a wink? The goodbye felt weirdly normal after everything that had happened. Like “hey, have a good trip. bye”

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Anna did write to me (Subject: “Hey, remember me? The girl from the plane?”), but it was about a year later and I was in a serious relationship by then and her email was kind of intense — so I didn’t respond –maybe an asshole move on my part ? :-(.

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Later, (and partly because of the intensity of her email) it occurred to me that maybe she was a virgin and that was why she didn’t want me to put her fingers inside of her? Or maybe she had a boyfriend, and decided to draw the cheating line at penetration? That would explain the year delay before she emailed. Either way, I still can close my eyes and instantly remember how soft and slippery and smooth her perfect pussy felt

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Wow — sorry about the length. First time writing and I guess I didn’t realize how much the details would fill up the space so quickly. Story-telling pointers are appreciated!

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EDIT: (editorial)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/crc5be/i_m_fingered_and_got_a_handjob_from_a_girl_on_an