This is a true story. (13hrs is a long flight so I’ve included the build up)
I had just spent 3 weeks in Zimbabwe for a friends wedding and was headed home via Dubai. I settled into the very tail of the plane where there are only 2 seats on the sides due to the width of the plane.
It’s about a 13hr flight to Dubai but due to an unstable economy in Zim planes make a short stop in Zambia to refuel and pick up new passengers because Zim cant be trusted to have enough fuel to get home.
While I’m waiting I stand around in the back of the plane and chat up the air hostesses. I should mention that although I went for a wedding I had gotten exactly zero action in the weeks leading up to this flight. I also have never been with a black lady. Not that’d I’m a bucket list guy but I am at least curious.
Describing myself: I workout and play sport, 6’2, late 20’s, reasonably attractive. I’ve been called hot before but wouldn’t use that label myself. Wouldn’t hot guys get laid? Maybe a regular version of Ashton Kutcher would be close.
Anyway, after getting only polite smiles from air hostesses I return to my seat and hoped that I get to keep 2 seats to myself. As the other passages from Zambia start to board I get a horny idea in my head. What if a sexy girl sits next too me? I’d have to be stupid lucky.
As people are taking their seats I’ve given up hope and resigned myself to being happy with my extra room..
….then I see her. Now I did warn you this was a true story. She wasn’t magazine material but she was an attractive African lady. More then I could have hoped for. She had long hair in a tight plait. She had huge DD boobs and a round African booty. Now she was cubby maybe even on the heavy side of chubby but she had a beautiful smile and was headed straight for me.
I tried to be as charming and chatty as I could as we got settled in. I learnt she was on the way back to England, owned her own business and had several kids. I also pried out of her that there was no husband and eventually played the guess my age game to get 42 out of her. I enjoyed our conversation, she was easy to talk to and I almost forgot my mischievous plan. Wait what was my plan? How do people do this?
I guess my first step is not to rush things. 13hrs is a long time.
The conversation runs dry and we both settle into a movie.
Nothing eventful happens besides some light arm brushes.. still enough to make my horny mind race a little.
The first meal arrived and we picked up where we left off, chatting away. Was she flirting? I know I was, was it too obvious? I guess you need to be to make any real progress.
The meal was cleaned away and I made my first bold move. With us both being covered in blankets and sharing an armrest we start to hold hands. She seems happy. I’m stoked.
This is already way further then I thought I would get.
But I couldn’t stop here.
Taking things slowly was still the game so I waited until she seemed comfortable before moving her hand onto my leg.
Ever step of this story my head is filled with doubt. Is she okay with this? Did I miss read her friendly nature? Is she about to call the air hostess on me?
But she seemed comfortable.. but still didn’t seem to get the hint.
Was I being too sublet? Did she not want to go further?
As her hand lingered on my thigh my cock was rock hard not 6 inches away. Now I’m no porn star but I have had good reactions to my 7′ cock with a thick 6.5′ base.
But she had no idea what she was doing to me.. my mind was filled with filth.
I waited as patiently as I could but after what felt like an eternity it was obvious that I needed to be the one to escalate things..
I had a new bold move in my head.. now just time to pull it off.
I gently picked up her hand and moved it to where my hard member was straining to escape my pants.
She felt my out line. This was it. Was she going to pull back? We locked eyes. She smiled and her eyes told me she was happy with what she’d found. We pretended to watch the movie as her hand started to stroke me over my pants. Gliding her finger nails over me. It felt incredible.
And continued.. on.. and on. I was focusing my filthy mind on this incredible experience. Could I make myself cum from just this? Many more hours to find out.
She stroked the shaft, moved over my head and played with it. It was driving me mad. So close to what I truly desired.
She didn’t make any moves to escalate things. Was I expecting too much? Maybe she was just shy? How many strangers end up stroking cocks on aeroplanes?
I was enjoying myself but it was obvious I wasn’t going to cum.
I knew unless I wanted the balls bluer then the Indian ocean we were flying over I had to escalate things myself.
I reached under my blanket and undid my pants. I felt her hand move back and find the new access I had allowed her. Another pretty smile. Her fingers were back on my cock. This time only the thin fabric of my jocks separating this woman’s hand from my bare dick.
Up until now it had been fairly easy to hide what we were doing. Dark plane, small movements.
Then her hand slide under my jocks. My heart was racing. My dick was harder then its ever been and then I felt her hand wrap around my shaft. Oh fuck.
I thought she would be taking it slow and subtle. But she had different ideas.
She had a firm grasp on my cock and pointed it straight up. She started stroking me and it felt amazing. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. My African romance was happening and I was getting my cock expertly stroked by a stranger on a plane.
Her pace was frighting for my ridiculous well teased dick. I had to try calm myself and got her to stop at one point so I could enjoy the moment longer.
I did try to reach over and reciprocate my delightful dick massage. But unfortunately tight jeans, African thighs and aeroplane seats make for impossible fingering angles. I did sneak in some boob grabs and the double DD’s we just as I’d been dreaming off from the moment she sat next to me.
After trying to be the gentleman I settled back into this amazing handjob. She didn’t seem to make much effort to hide what we were up to and I was scared other passengers might see but the row across seemed asleep. An airhostess walked past at one point and I thought we were sprung. But she didn’t stop. And this amazing woman next to me didn’t stop either.
Up, down, up, down. She pumped my cock. Her grip was firm but not hard. My dick was so covered in pre-cum it hardly needed lubrication. But she did lick her hand a few time.
I was in heaven. Before too long I was reaching the point of no return. I warned her and her pace quickened. My big full balls swelled and I felt my cum rushing to escape. My cock twitched and I shot rope after rope of cum into the blanket covering us. It got all over her hand.
I cleaned up as best I could and put my dick away.
Then we kissed for the first time. Not so much passion but more of a thank you.
We did exchange names but I’ve since forgotten. Just a chance encounter I can look back and smile out.
My first story so feedback welcome. Plenty more tales to tell too.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/op80dv/mf_stranger_jerks_me_off_on_a_plane_african