[M]ore Bulge [F]un

I recently had to take a redeye flight overnight from the west coast to the east coast. These are usually pretty chill as they leave late at night Pacific time and everyone is kind of sleepy. It was a nice plane, a widebody, and I had the privilege of sitting in a premium cabin with larger, more comfortable seats. I had the aisle seat and there was just one seat next to me by the window.I was among the first passengers to board, so the seat next to me stayed empty for a long time. I felt that faint sense of optimism that I’d get more space to spread out, hoping the boarding door would close before someone took that seat. But with only minutes to spare, my seat mate arrived.

She was middle aged, maybe early 40’s, an attractive brunette with a mom bod – nicely curvy in all the places that would suggest she’d had a kid or two, but she wore it well. She was dressed in a just-conservative-enough business suit, mid-thigh skirt with matching blazer, a blouse that accented her breasts with the top two buttons undone, and sensible heels. Her outfit was rumpled, probably from a long day of business meetings.Her face was flushed, belying the stress of a long day that ended in a rush to catch this flight. “Excuse me,” she said with a polite smile, and she reached across me, plunking her handbag down into her seat to put her roller bag in the overhead. Struggling to stow the bag, she lifted it up, which thrust her ample breasts toward my face. The bag was heavy; she brought it back to the ground.

“Here,” I offered, “I can help you with that.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” she replied.

I stepped into the aisle, letting her slide into the window seat, and easily lifted her bag up into the overhead. I sat back down and buckled in.“Thanks again,” she said.

“No problem,” I replied. “You look like you’ve had a day.”

“Is it that obvious?” she said with an exhausted laugh. “We’ll, nothing a double bourbon can’t fix.”

“You’re speaking my language,” I said.

We went through our individual pre-flight routines, retrieving our chargers, stowing our work bags, checking our phones, adjusting the air vents, ignoring the safety briefing. She kicked off her heels and crossed her legs, scrolling through something on her phone as we took off for our 5-hour overnight flight.

Once we were up in the air, the flight attendant came by to serve drinks. He asked what I wanted. “Two double bourbons,” I told him, indicating that they were for both of us. She smiled.

“And would you and your wife like some pretzels or cookies?” the flight attendant asked. Before I could explain that we weren’t a couple, my seat mate spoke up and said, “no thanks, we’ll just be drinking heavily.”

I turned and smiled at her, and she winked back at me. We got our drinks and made small talk. Her name was Jill and she lived in New York, a couple hours north of the city. She was in California on business, just as I was. Our second round of drinks came and we continued to chat. Jill was divorced, a mom of two, with a demanding career she sometimes struggled to balance. She told me more about her life than she probably should have – her ex husband was a complete asshole, her boss was an incompetent idiot, and her kids were a handful. And she told me about her very stressful day that was the conclusion of a very stressful week. We finished our drinks, with both of us clearly feeling relaxed from the booze, but mellowed out after a long day.

We settled in for the remaining four hours of flight time, the cabin lights now dark, illuminated only by the glow of the video monitors in front of us.I put my earbuds in, reclined my seat, and crossed one leg over the other. Jill also had earbuds in, holding her phone in front of her and scrolling. A few minutes later, I noticed her glancing in my direction. When I shifted my eyes toward her, she quickly looked away. But she kept looking over. I realized she was checking out my bulge, and felt my dick swell just a bit. I pretended not to notice her stare, but looked down to realize I was indeed bulging nicely, my WildmanT’s failing to hide anything underneath my revealing jeans. I lowered my leg a little to turn my crotch a little toward her. I noticed her squeezing her thighs together, and she was squirming a bit in her seat. I closed my eyes, faking that I was trying to sleep, but I had to make an adjustment. I reached down and maneuvered my package with my hand to shift my balls forward. I opened my eyes right then and glanced toward her, just to see her eyes dart back to her phone screen.

After a few minutes of seeing her glance over, Jill unfastened the third button on her blouse. She saw me look out of the corner of my eye when she did it. I uncrossed my legs and rested my arm on the armrest between our seats, pretending not to have noticed. She moved her arm to the back of the armrest so we were sharing it, and she let her fingers brush mine. We both pretended not to notice anything. Jill parted her legs suggestively.I got my thin airplane blanket out of the seat pocket and unwrapped it. I laid it over my lap went back to looking at my phone. Jill got her blanket and did the same. She brushed my fingers with her hand again and leaned her body toward my seat. Finally l, I looked over at her and she looked back at me. She bit her lower lip, and I slid the blanket off my lap just slightly. That was her cue.

Jill reached under the blanket and I moved it back over to hide her hand. She felt my growing bulge, half hard now, and rubbed it through my pants. I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the attention. After a few minutes, Jill pulled her hand back. I looked over to see her wiggling with both hands under her blanket. She arched up and slid her panties off, dropping them to the floor. She returned her hand to my dick, which was rock hard now, and fingered herself under the blanket with her other hand. I took a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, then reached under my blanket to unbutton my pants. I slid my zipper down and pulled out my cock. Jill reached under and stroked it, up and down my shaft, using her thumb to run my frenulum. I reached under her blanket and out my hand on the back of hers, rubbing her clit together.

A flight attendant came walking toward the back. We froze instantly. I hoped he wouldn’t notice the tented blanket on top of my lap as we leaned together. Once the coast was clear, Jill went back to stroking. I reached down below her hand and slipped two fingers into her soaking wet hole while she continued to rub her clit. She inhaled sharply, her lips pursed. I pumped my fingers in and out a few times then pulled them out. I looked right into Jill’s eyes and licked my fingers. I could see her breathing quicken. She kept stroking my thick cock as I returned my fingers to her pussy. I pumped her again, she rubbed her clit faster. I pulled out again and pushed my fingers into her mouth. She licked her own juices and swirled her tongue around, morning softly. Once again, I moved my hand down under the blanket. I slid three fingers straight into her wet hole, stroking her g-spot. Jill’s breath quickened and she squeezed her legs together. Her vagina tightened around my fingers and she shook while I kept going. After a few moments, I pulled out and licked my fingers once again. Jill reached up and grabbed my face to hers and gave me a deep kiss with tongue, tasting her own juices from my mouth.

“That was hot,” I said. Jill reached under my blanket and started to stroke my cock again. I put my hand on hers, and held it, moving our hands to the armrest. She looked st me with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s Ok,” I said. “That was for you.” I tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up.

“Thank you,” she said. “I needed that.”

“Glad I could help,” I said, and we smiled at each other. “Did you de-stress?”

“Oh yeah,” Jill said. We held hands for the rest of the flight. When we landed, Jill handed me a business card. On the back we’re her social media details. As we walked off the plane, she squeezed my hand and said, “Let’s meet again sometime.”

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