This happened just after the holidays (before we knew about the virus), when we were on our way back to Los Angeles from visiting my folks in Chicago. It’s one of the hottest memories I’ve got as I think it’s the only time recently me and my girlfriend have ever done anything in public, and I still jerk off to this memory . Me and my girlfriend have a fairly normal sex life nowadays, although she does have this incredible wild side that comes out occasionally…
We’d gotten a late night flight from Chicago to LA as it was cheap, and surprisingly there weren’t that many people on the plane at the time. So we’d gotten on the plane at around 2300, and it had taken off and me and my girlfriend had ordered some drinks as we were flying back. I put what came down next to the fact that alcohol makes her incredibly frisky.
I’d just fallen asleep when I started to have a very nice dream about getting a handjob from my girlfriend. It seemed very real, and I was getting really hard. It was an enjoyable dream, when suddenly I heard a very real giggle in my ear and woke up.It turned out my girlfriend was really jerking me off through my basketball shorts. Not super-quick, but she had her hand over my cock, cupping it, and was kind of just subtly but roughly squeezing the shaft through my basketball shorts and boxers. Now if we were on the couch at home I wouldn’t have paid this any attention, but I wasn’t too keen on getting a boner in basketball shorts on a plane.
I looked up at her and she’s got this naughty little smirk on her face. I wondered what got into her?
“Uh, babe,” I whispered, “we’re on a plane. What if someone sees it?”. She just giggled and said “Don’t worry, there’s no-one around! Just sit back and enjoy it.” Then, slipping into an exaggerated valley girl accent, “You’re just like, soooooo buttoned up!”. I looked around and no, there wasn’t really anyone around in the cabin except two early 20s college girls in UCLA sweatpants who were intently focused on their phones in the seats to the right, and a nurse in scrubs who looked like she was in her early 30s and was sound asleep on the seats to the left. It really was an empty cabin, just the five of us. I kinda shifted in my seat, and figured she was just a bit drunk and horny and would want to fuck when we were off the plane.
Her hand then moved down to the base of my cock’s shaft and started massaging it and my balls slowly. She’s always been very, very good at handjobs, and she was obviously deciding to show off her prowess here, on the plane. She gave my cock and balls a few tight squeeze and rubs, in a way that she usually does when she doesn’t quite want me to cum yet, but I’m get me quite hard.
I figured maybe she wanted to go join the mile high club, so I went to kiss her and she reciprocated, but it was very business-like and I was quickly spat out again. I went to stick my hand up her shorts, but she slapped it away. “No babe, tonight… it’s all about you!” she said in a sultry tone.
“Really? No bathroom trip?”.
She just smiled.
“No, I’m happy just where I am. Here. With you.”
She gave the base of my cock a few more squeezes, and she then pushed in between my cock and my thigh and started kneading and wrapping the baggy material of my boxers and shorts and kind of made it go tight around my cock, creating an outline of it through my shorts. As soon as she was happy with it she began slowly raking her nails down the outline of my cock. She knew this would get me well on the way to cumming.I look at her. She was wearing one of the old 2XL Chipotle crew shirts she had stolen from the shitty fast food job we worked together at college, and a baggy pair of Chicago Bulls basketball shorts. Her normal pair of pajamas which usually hid her awesome, toned figure, but right now she was excited, and I could tell she’d taken her bra off to relax as her nipples were rock hard through her shirt and somehow in this light, the baggy pajamas accentuated her curves. She was obviously enjoying this…
“Sir? Miss? Is everything alright with your flight?”
The spell was broken momentarily by a flight attendant, late 30s. I looked up at her, and she had a slightly puzzled expression on her face. I did wonder if she was going to tell us to calm down, but then my girlfriend looked up at her and smiled sweetly.”Everything’s going just swell. We’re having a great time, aren’t we babe?” she said, and looks back at me, giving me a subtle squeeze. By now I was gripping the seat’s armrests trying to put off the orgasm I felt was on the horizon and just went “Uh… yeah”.
She continued sweetly: “We don’t need anything at all!” and looking at them I spy a brief instance of the subtle communication that women do so well as the attendant’s eyebrow suddenly cocked and a knowing smile came onto her face and she just said “I see, miss. There’s not many people around so I think it’ll be a quiet night. Just, uh… don’t party too hard.” with a knowing smirk to my girlfriend, and then very specifically to me “Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of the flight too sir.” in a teasing tone of voice, and then she sauntered off with a wry smile on her face.
*What was that?* I thought. *She sees a guy getting jacked off on an airplane and is okay with it? How the hell did my girlfriend manage to non-verbally get her permission to basically let us have sex on the plane?*
I decided that as it was the holidays, the flight attendant must have decided to just roll with it.
As I was pondering this and the miraculous female telepathy I had just witnessed my girlfriend then said rather more loudly “Looks like we have a full house tonight. Good evening, ladies!” and I looked around and the nurse was watching intently with an amused smile on her face, and the two college girls looked at me and then each other, and cracked up laughing at the sight of a guy getting jacked off into his undies. This had gone from a subtle over the pants hand job to a rather humiliating public show, and yet… it was exciting. I’d also turned deep red in embarrassment since realizing we had an audience, and just gulped out “Uh… watching?”
The nurse just said “Don’t stop on our account. What happens on the plane, stays on the plane” and the UCLA girls nodded too and grinned. Were they getting off on this, or something? My girlfriend stopped raking her nails now, as she clearly wanted the ordeal to last at least a bit longer and went back to a slower stroke. I was rock hard by this point, and gripping the seat rests intently. I just turned to her and asked “Why now?”.
She rolled her eyes and then said sweetly “Well babe, remember when we fucked before your family’s Hannukah party?”
“Yeah?”
“And you came inside me? Well, because we had to go to the party quickly, I had to pull on my panties and my evening dress very, very quickly. I didn’t have time to get cleaned up, and so I had to spend an entire evening wandering around a house and socializing with your mom and dad’s friends with panties full of your damp…”
*stroke*
“clammy…”
*stroke*
“cum.”
“Girl, that’s nasty!” said the nurse. “Mmm hmm” nodded one of the college girls in agreement.
*Gulp. She’s going to make me cum in my pants right here!*
“I… I don’t have any underwear to change into! It’s in the hold!” I pleaded as I realized what she was planning. Her fingers were now swirling around the head of my cock, as she was going in for the kill.
Her playful tone now had a slightly cruel edge to it.
“Well, you should have thought about that before you made me wander around with cum filled panties. Payback’s a bitch!”
This exclamation was followed by a “Yeah!” and cheers from the women around us. I had a mile long stare ahead, when she took her free hand and made me look into her beautiful brown eyes, swimming with mischief and she said, “And now babe it’s your turn to…” – the mocking edge returned “spend a few hours with cum in your pants!” and then she really started to go for it, moving her knuckles rapidly up and down my cock through my shorts.
It was obvious that the ride was quickening up as it sped towards the climax, and I looked around at the nurse who now had her hand between her legs at my predicament and was definitely enjoying the show, and then at the UCLA girls, one of whom blew me a kiss, while her friend said “Enjoy…” in a mock seductive tone before they both cracked up. They all knew I was about to cum.
I just decided at that point to sit back and take the UCLA girl’s advice and enjoy it. Any concerns about being embarrassed about cumming in my pants in public just went out the window!
My girlfriend knew very I was nearing the end, as handjobs were pretty much her wheelhouse. She brought her lips up to my ear and whispered seductively “And now babe, this is where you blow…”
*rub*
“your…”
*rub*
“load!”
and then she playfully giggled and kissed my cheek (the lover part of my girlfriend was still in there making sure the kinky side wasn’t being too mean) as I had probably the most intense orgasm I’d had in a while, and shot gallons of cum into my boxers and basketball shorts. The worst thing was that these were yellow Lakers shorts, and so the wet patch was immediately obvious as it spread out over my pajamas. I just sat there for a while enjoying the orgasm, then quickly pulled my t-shirt over my shorts to try and hide the mess.
The nurse had turned away to go back to sleep after enjoying herself, and the college girls were now back on their phones, and the show was over. I was about to go to the restroom to clean up my underwear, but suddenly my girlfriend just says “Where do you think you’re going, babe? I want to sleep!” and puts her legs over my lap, pinning me to the chair. I guess she really did mean to make me spend the next few hours with my pajamas full of sticky, damp drying cum.
My girlfriend had pulled on a hoody over her t-shirt, and I saw that now she had some privacy she’d stuck her fingers under her shorts and down the front of her panties to get hers. I said “Can I help?” but she just said “Nuh uh. You’re a footrest.” and then pulled the hood over her face as she subtly masturbated before having a quiet (and adorable) orgasm and going to sleep.
I did get some sleep in my state, but yeah, it was damp and uncomfortable down there.I was woken up by “Hey babe, we’ve landed. Time for the walk of shame!” whispered in my ear. So I got up, grabbed my bag of toiletries, and the nurse gave me a knowing smile as she walked off. The UCLA girls were behind us, trying to disguise their giggles at my discomfort.
I was just walking down the aisle, feeling embarrassment but yet oddly enjoying it. As we walked out the flight attendant from earlier said “Did you enjoy your flight sir?”, and my girlfriend interjected saying “Yes, he did!” and pointed to the now dry stiff patch on my shorts and she said “I see” and stifled a guffaw.
I heard the attendant crack up as we walked away.
However, once off the flight my girlfriend was back to supportive partner mode, and helped me out by walking in front of me to cover up the mess on the front of my shorts when there were more people around. When we got in the taxi she took off her hoody and threw it over my shorts to conceal the remains of the flight’s fun.
Once we got into our condo, I was actually in the mood for more but she simply said “I’m tired. We’ve had a long flight, babe”, and as she was already dressed in her pajamas promptly went to bed. I followed suit, not really caring about my cum stained boxers or taking them off. I couldn’t stop thinking about the events of that night, as it was probably the sexiest thing I’d experienced in a long while even if was embarrassing.
Like I said, I still jerk off thinking about that plane flight.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iz6bd2/the_time_my_gf_27_made_me_29_cum_in_my_pants_on_a
Excellent story
I’m more than a little skeptical.