Almost mile high club [MF]

The *almost* refers more to the activities than the altitude.

I fly a lot for work. Nowadays I don’t socialize much on flights, but early in my career I was still very enthusiastic and would gladly spend time chatting with my seat neighbors.

About a decade ago, I was on my way back from Europe- I think it was a Paris-Seattle. I was on a window seat on the left side, or a three seats cluster (important detail for later).

My neighbor was a cute girl in her late 20s/early 30s. Shoulder-length dark hair, beautiful eyelashes, only very slightly overweight, with a fluffy sweater-clad generous chest and light gray legging. She only had the most basic makeup, she clearly wasn’t trying to attract any attention.

We started chatting almost immediately. She was coming back home after some time in Europe as part of her PhD. Exceptionally smart, amazing sense of humor, contagious laughter and that special way of keeping the gaze focused a bit longer than normal, that makes you wonder- what if..?

As they turn off the light for the “night” portion of the flight, the aisle dude moves to an empty row. I expect her to move there, but she stays in the middle seat near me. We bid good night, and slump in our seats.

There’s not a lot of space, so it’s inevitable to have arms and shoulders in touch. I can feel her chest raise and fall, but her breathing doesn’t seem to slow down as you’d expect when falling asleep.

Instead, she leans more and more on me. I place one hand close to hers, and sure enough when hands start to touch, she doesn’t move away.

I can feel my heartbeat thumping in my chest and neck, and my cock starts stirring in my jeans. I start caressing her thigh, and she caresses my hand in return. After a bit of this, we turn toward each other, smile and kiss. Such soft lips!

I can’t hear her because of the droning noise of the plane, but i can feel on my cheeks that she is breathing harder. Now we openly make out, her tongue soft but eager. The armrest between us folds up, and my hands are under her sweater.

A quick glance around suggests the rest of the plane is asleep, but I don’t care at this point… when enough blood moves into the cock, my judgement tends to lapse.

I am bummed i never got to see her nipples, but to the touch she has bumpy, responsive areolas and heavy, soft breasts that fill my palms perfectly.I finally manage to slide my left hand (not my dominant, but i had little choice) in her pants. Her pussy felt nearly trimmed… and a total mess.

From how drenched and swollen she is, I realize she must have fantasized about this too… making me feel inordinately proud.

After cupping her labia and squeezing them together, feeling a very engorged clit thu them, I finally go in with index and medium- as she let out a moan, arches her back and abandon her head on the headrest.
I barely begin to explore in what ways she likes to be fingered, when my thumb touches her clit..

i feel her grip on my arm tighten, and her pussy begins clamping and releasing around my fingers, clamping and releasing *fast* and really hard- the hardest pussy contractions I experienced up to that moment.

I am over the moon, and so incredibly hard. As the contractions slow down and dissolve, she smiles and gently but firmly takes my hand out of her pants. I would have wanted to continue, but communication wasn’t exactly easy.
Still smiling, she glances around, scoots toward the aisle seat and place her head near my lap.

Understanding her intentions I tear the plastic wrap of the flimsy little plane blanket, and more or less place it on her. I feel her opening my jeans with surprising dexterity and freeing my cock.
She takes my swollen head in her mouth and… doesn’t move at all. No jerking off, no head bobbing. She just licks my frenulum.

The cock is bent at a weird angle, something that normally would delay my orgasm, but I am so excited that i last well under a minute. I come and come and come, as she expertly keep moving her tongue, slower and lighter now, to prolong my pleasure.

She diligently swallows the entire thing, put the still hard cock back in the jeans and raises. We cuddle a bit, then she goes to the lavatory.

Once back, we just fell asleep leaning on each other. Pure bliss, despite of the uncomfortable seats.Few hours later we were woken up by the pre arrival meal service.

We ate and chatted like nothing happened, apart from complicit smiles and glances. When about to land I tried to ask for her contact, but she gently made it clear that she wasn’t going to share any info.

Once we landed and passed immigrations, she went to catch her connection – a hug, a big smile and she was gone.

If it wouldn’t have been for the unmistakable aroma on my fingers, and the residual empty feeling after having ejaculated a prodigious amount of cum, I could have just dreamed all that.

I am sad to report that no, nothing of the sort ever happened again in flight in the couple of million miles I clocked for work since then.
More stuff did happen on different backdrops, however… if I feel inspired again, I’ll go down memory lane for you few more times.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yogzpi/almost_mile_high_club_mf