Snuggled up against you in the dimly lit cabin of this plane, slowly becoming intoxicated on your rich earthy scent has really gotten my imagination worked up. You have one arm draped over my shoulders and your other hand resting on my thigh under the blanket under our shared blanket.
I look up at you and you must see the desire in my eyes as you begin slowly rubbing my thigh with your thumb. I scoot down a little in my seat trying to manipulate your hand into moving up my thigh. It stays put and I feel the slight rumble of your chest as you quietly laugh. Fucking tease.
Looking across the aisle, I see the man occupying that side of the row has fallen asleep with his book in his lap. We are in the last row of the plane so I know no one is watching from behind and most eyes in front of us are either shut or glued to screens. Emboldened by that assumption, I place my hand on top of yours under the blanket and begin pulling it closer to my dampening panties, while I bite my lip and look up at you with pleading eyes. You kiss my forehead innocently but allow naughtier desires to win and you allow me to drag your hand up my thigh.
You gently stroke the lace covering my pussy. Tingly warmth flushes through my core and I turn slightly to bury my face in your chest to stifle a moan.
“Please,” I whisper.
You push my panties to the side and make quick work of finding my already swollen clit. You alternate between massaging my clit and occasionally dipping just low enough to skim over my slit. My hand has found its way to your bulge under the blanket and feeling you stiffen fills me with carnality as my pussy aches to be filled.
I chance a glance across the aisle and I’m startled to see the man is no longer sleeping. I tense as I notice his eyes on us but then my attention falls to his lap where he is poorly attempting to use the book as a tent for his erection.
Feeling me tense, you follow my gaze and see the voyeur across the aisle too. You pull your hand away from under the blanket, lock eyes with him and clearly and possessively mouth “mine,” before licking my arousal from your glazed fingers.
I’ve never wanted you more. Your fingers return to their task between my legs and I free your thick cock from your pants. Feeling your stiff warmth in my hand makes me even more needy. I use my other hand to try to guide your hand lower and gyrate my hips in an attempt to fuck your fingers. You torment me a little more just playing with my clit and grazing my slit. You’re enjoying yourself too, evident in the precum leaking from your cock.
At last you slip two fingers into my needy slit and I grind against your hand, as your thumb works my clit and your fingers summon my climax from the inside. It doesn’t take long for the pleasure to build and my body tenses as my orgasm floods through me. You continue to slowly circle my clit prolonging my euphoric high.
My body relaxes, sated for the time being. I turn my attention to you. Stroking your throbbing member still under the blanket. I feel your body grow rigid as you get closer. Just before your peak, you pull back the blanket, grab a handful of my hair, and shove my eager mouth onto your cock to release your load with a low groan.
I swallow happily as you conceal your spent cock back under the blanket. Resettling into your embrace, I cannot help but giggle as I see our voyeur scurry past us to the bathroom with a growing wet spot on his jeans.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wygrzo/mile_high_mf_20s30s_public_voyeur_short_story