It’s been a long trip. I’m on the first of two flights home after 5 days of working on the road in the west. This 6 hour flight is only 2 hours old, and I’m ready to dose off when the air hostess drops dinner to our aisle. Just the two of us sitting here, we have been sitting in silence. The smell of the lamb shank is what strikes the match under this conversation. Our trays are collected which leads to a more relaxing tone.
You turn towards me, and I to you, lifting up the arm rest of the vacant seat between us. We gloss over the formalities, how the flight was late, how we can’t wait to sleep in our own bed etc etc. You’re about to show me something on your phone when I realise a familiar app on your hone screen, an astrophotography app. This drives my mind wild. A stunning, seemingly older woman, next to me with a passion that I take so seriously in life. We share photo after photo, passing our phones to each other, with branches of conversations leading to and endless amount of laughter of situations under the night sky, camera in hand.
Our phone passing leads to an obvious glancing of hands against each other, till eventually I work up the courage to lay my hand on your knee. Your acceptance of this is shown by a brisk movement, turning your body further towards me. My fingers trace on your left thigh so softly, you reach your hand over and start caressing my arm similarly. The conversation doesn’t die, but it does stop, as we briefly look each other in the eyes… I can only assume the same rush falls over you as it does me, feeling like a pulse has just swept through my body.
I move a seat closer and we snuggle a little. We decide to put some sitcom on my iPad and appreciate each others company for the rest of the flight.You lean your head on to my shoulder and let our hands dance around. Places that are typically sensual are drastically more sensual, given our placement in the front right hand side of the airplane. You spread your legs a little more and shuffle yourself a little down the seat. My fingers find themselves awfully close to your panties, and the warmth reaffirms that. Before the next episode is over, I’ve pulled your panties to the side and am breezing over your clitoris.
The squirming tells me you’re holding a moan in. The fingers digging into my forearm tell me you are holding a scream in. Your seatbelt comes off and you slide even further forward and both your hands arrest my one hand between your leg. You grab it so tight, scratching at me, arching your back. Your hips grind your clit in a rhythm with my fingers, violent thrusts turn to prolonged arching as you hold your breath, and hold the moan.
I sense you orgasming as your hands release and a sigh ensues. You turn your head me, and kiss me passionately, taking my bottom lip in yours for what feels like seconds.
I hope this doesn’t end once the flight disembarks..
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ktk7ol/two_hours_in