Made my boyfriend cum while flying Jet Blue [F23][OC]

The plane picked its way around the tarmac until it straightened itself in front of a long empty strip. The engines screamed as the plane built up speed before Arn and Becky’s inner ears informed them that they were rapidly gaining altitude. Since first class was largely empty, after a delicious meal service and another round of drinks, they found themselves quite alone. Only another couple was in their section, seated a few rows in front and to the side busied themselves watching sitcoms.

Becky squished her body against the seat so she could better hold her boyfriend’s hand. She squeezed it and felt so happy and at ease. The flight was just under three hours and they were cruising. As Becky’s hand sat in her man’s lap, she noticed he was becoming aroused. Pretending not to notice, Becky rested her hand on Arn’s bulge. It had been weeks since she had last gotten to hold his cock and she was eager to have access to her favorite toy.

Arn was getting noticeably uncomfortable as his erection pressed against his clothes. Becky was enjoying the small torture. She had spent so many nights rubbing her clitoris, alone in her bed, and dreaming of her man’s touch.

*This is so much fun…* Becky mused.

“Babe…” Arn finally said, gesturing towards the predicament that had emerged in his jeans.

Becky happily pretended not to notice as her wrist and hand slowly slid across his bulge while Arn began to noticeably sweat. At this point, Becky was beginning to get turned on herself. She wanted to play more. Letting go of her man’s hand, she glided a finger along the shaft and gave it a healthy squeeze. Arn held back a groan.

Popping out of her seat, Becky rummaged through the overhead compartment until she found a blanket and tossed it on Arn’s lap. Then she sat back in the chair, looked at her man and said, “… Well…?”

Without hesitating, Arn undid his belt, unzipped his jeans and his tortured cock sprang into the fabric. Becky reached inside and gripped the warm and veiny cock tightly. Arn’s eyes glazed over as his woman began to slowly stroke while she alternated between looking at her man’s reaction and searching for the cabin crew.

Emboldened, Becky began to increase her pace.

“If you… keep this up… I won’t be able to stop…” Arn breathed.

“Good.” Becky said, curtly, as she began squeezing the head at the peak of each stroke. “Just save some for later!” she added with a perky note in her voice.

Suddenly, the flight attendant burst through the curtain and turned around to refasten the clasp separating them from economy. Becky nonchalantly released the throbbing cock and put her thumb in her mouth sideways and bit down across it. Arn, tried to act casual and spread the bunched up blanked over his lap while using his hand to flatten his erection. The flight attendant sidled up to the pair and asked them if they’d like anything.

“Oh yes,” Becky responded, happily. “Another champagne please. Wait, no, make that two!”

Arn couldn’t even talk.

The attendant returned with the sparkling glasses and either didn’t notice or care what was going on in the between the couple. Becky seductively sipped her drink while watching her man in agony.

“I’ll be right back,” she said to her struggling man as she poured the remainder of her drink down her throat.

Arn sat in his chair, pants half way off, hiding under the flimsy blanket.

*Do I zip up?* He wondered.

If he did, this would be the end of this dangerous game and he desperately needed to cum. After a few minutes later, Becky emerged from the toilet with an evil smile, and one of her hands balled up in a fist.

The flight attendant was nowhere to be seen so she yanked back the blanket, exposing her man’s erection. Arn was instantly terrified but did nothing to stop her. Opening her hand, Becky was holding her panties rolled up in a ball. With a devilish look on her face, Becky slid the head of Arn’s cock into the small pocket in the crotch of the silky lingerie. Arn could feel that they were wet. Then Becky wrapped the remainder of the garment around the full length of her man’s member. Without returning the protective blanket, she gave her man’s cock a squeeze. Smiled at him, then started furiously stroking.

Arn could feel his own heart pounding in his chest. The tease had gone on too long and he no longer cared what about the consequences of getting caught. Arn had masturbated a few hours before he left Asia, but it had now been well over a day without ejaculating. He was close, and the pace of his woman’s hand was too much.

Gripping the arm rests, Arn gritted his teeth and began furiously pumping his load into the delicate lace and silk wrapped around his cock.

Becky smiled and cooed at him, “…There we go… very good.” As Arn returned back to his senses, he felt his woman unwrap his cock from her panties. He had came so much inside of them. Nervously, he forced his still hard cock back into his jeans and quickly replaced the belt.

Becky smiled, still holding her cum soaked panties and stood back up and returned to the toilet. Arn’s eyeballs swam in his head from post-orgasm bliss as he wondered what his woman was doing. Becky returned with a giant smile on her face.

“Did you throw them out?” Arn inquired.

“Of course not,” Becky responded, smirking. “I’m wearing them.”

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