We were on the same flight. Twelve hours stuck in a cylinder with wings, most of that time being overnight, and virtually NOTHING to do. No in-flight movie, no magazines, and I forgot my phone charger. As far as entertainment goes, I was on borrowed time. The plane hadn’t even left the terminal yet and I was already terminally bored.
Then, YOU came in and sat next to me. Well, I took a window seat and you took the aisle, leaving the middle space between us, but airplane seats are small, so it’s essentially right next to me. I wanted to ask why you sat next to me since there were only about a dozen people on this flight, but there’s no way to do that without sounding like an asshole, so I kept that little mystery to myself. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. The possibility of having someone to talk to for even a little while helped keep the boredom at bay. Plus, if I’m being honest, you’re pretty damn easy on the eyes. I was dressed casually. You know, jeans and a t-shirt. You, on the other hand, are about the polar opposite. I can tell you’re a good decade younger than I am. I’m in my early 30s. You were wearing an expensive-looking white blouse and black, mid-length skirt. I’m just going to assume that you came to the flight right after work or something. Heels are a bold choice for an airport, much less a 12-hour flight. I wouldn’t call you “curvy,” but the curves you have are in ALL the right places. No, “curvy” is too broad of a term, and you’re anything but the type to fit into a single category with a generic statement as the title.
Toned legs, naturally tanned skin-tone… none of that “fake baking” for you, clearly. Your eyes are a deep amber that look like they belong with someone that is ‘wise with age.’ Your age, though, is much younger than your eyes let on. Your shoulder-length, dark brown hair looks like it was rushed into its ponytail. If I’m being honest, it’s hot. Not just HOT, but “holy shit” hot. I didn’t get a look at your ass when you joined me, but I think it’s a safe assumption that it looks just as good as the rest of you does.
We made the usual cordial greetings. No names or anything, just quick “hello, how are you” stuff to be polite. We got buckled in as the plane started moving. The lone flight attendant giving us the take-off instructions. Once at altitude, the flight attendant gave the usual speech, let us know there would be no in-flight movie, meal, snacks, etc, and told us to push the call button should we need anything. She kind of had that “let me know if you need anything, but DON’T need anything” sort of look on her face as she retreated to whatever lay behind the curtain.
I looked around the plane and saw that most of the passengers were already asleep. “Yeah, this is going to be boring as FUCK,” I muttered under my breath. I was surprised to see the look on your face. You heard what I said, despite me trying to be quiet.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, “I just forgot my phone charger or anything to read, so it’s going to be a long flight for me.”
“No problem,” you said. You gave a shy smile and twirled your hair with your finger.
I looked out the window for a while. Nothing. Too dark to see anything. I turned my head and you were staring at me, but as soon as you saw I had noticed, you quickly turned back to your magazine and pretended to be reading. I couldn’t help but smile. I was enjoying the view myself. If I’m being honest, I was hoping to get caught looking at you.
I got caught. You smiled and playfully asked “And what are YOU looking at?”
“The best view for miles around,” I said, and immediately said “Sorry. That was cheesy. True, but a bad line.”
“It’s fine, I appreciate the compliment.”
“I’ll leave you to it,” glancing at your magazine, and leaned my seat back as far as it would go. You got up. I thought you were going to the restroom or something, but felt you take the middle seat right next to me.
I felt your hand on my thigh, slowly caressing with your finger tips. I made a bit of a show at looking extra relaxed. Then you said “Looks like everyone else is asleep. The flight doesn’t have to be ALL boring,” and I was immediately turned on by how forward and confident you are. I left my seat laid back and said “Oh really? What did you have in mind?”
That’s when your hand went from a light swirling of your fingertips to a firm rub down, then up my thigh and across my dick, which was already starting to firm up. Your stroking stayed there. I didn’t even bother to look for myself if anyone was awake. What are they going to do? Put us in airplane jail until we land?
Then you unzipped my pants. No hesitation at all. You opened them as far as they could and were stroking me through my boxer shorts. It didn’t tske long for me ro reach down and… help. I didn’t bother pulling them down, I just pulled my hard dick out from the middle “easy access” flap.
Holy shit, you are good. Your mouth wrapped around me and you slowly started moving your head up and down. I grabbed your loose ponytail and used it like a handle, helping to guide your head. Fuck me, you’re REALLY good. I had to make you stop or I was going to cum too fast. I partially leaned my seat back up, and started to lean yours back, moving up the armrest between us to allow a little more room.
Running my hand up your thigh, over your skirt, and cupping around one of your breasts. I leaned in to kiss you and you stopped me. “No kissing,” you said with a coy smile. I smiled back. That’s fine. There are other things I can do with my mouth for you. I unbuttoned your blouse and spread it open as far as I could without untucking it from your skirt, then pulled your lace bra down enough to expose your breasts. I kissed your neck and made my way down to them, sucking on one of your nipples and playfully pinching your other, then trading places with my mouth and hand. As you arch your back and give a light moan, my hand finds its way up your skirt. No panties. You came prepared.
I let my finger run up and down your pussy lips, already dripping wet. I pressed my thumb firmly onto your clit and slid a finger inside of you. Your moaning got louder. I chuckled and said you’ll be waking the other passengers if you get any louder, but I don’t think that thought bothered either of us much.
Sucking on your nipples in turn, fingering your hot, wet, pussy, you started to stroke my cock again, but I want to taste you. I turned you so you were laying across the seat, and got on my knees in the aisle. Gently litting my tongue slide up and down, with such a light touch that you’re getting goosebumps. I slip it in and give a firm lick, all the way up and play with your clit. Now YOU have a handful of my hair, directing my tongue where to go on your pussy. As I let my tongue play with your clit, I spread your lips with two fingers, and start fingering you while I’m licking your pussy. I can feel you start to shudder and quiver. “Get inside me,” you whispered.
You don’t have to tell me twice. I picked you up, sat myself on the middle seat, and let you straddle me, slowly putting my engorged cock inside of you. You’re so wet that it immediately slides in down to the base, and you start kissing my neck as you start to slowly ride me, up and down. Pulling yourself to the point that just my head is inside you, and gripping it with your pussy as you slide back down, biting my neck. I’ve got my hands around you, gripping your ass and helping you fuck me up and down. It doesn’t take long for us both to cum. You tensed up so hard that leaned up, arching your back. I reached down to play with your clit while I sucked your nipple as you came. We were both trying to be quiet, but cumming inside of you still got a groan and a “FUCK ME, YOUR PUSSY IS TIGHT,” through clenched teeth.
When we were both done, you relaxed, me still inside of you, and you gently kissed my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. The extra shiver made us both quiver a little more with an aftershock from the orgasm we’d just had. You leaned up, kissed me, on the lips this time, and just winked at me without saying a word.
You went to the bathroom and I got my clothes put back in order. I was going to ask your name when you came back, but as you came out, looking as put together as you would if you were heading to a board meeting, you walked by our seats, giving a smirk and a wink and sat near the back.
I didn’t have to be bored the rest of that flight. If I wasn’t sleeping I was still blown away from thinking about what we had done.
The plane landed, and I let everyone get off first, and as you walked by, you didn’t even look at me, but dropped a note on the seat next to me. I still didn’t know your name, but your phone number would do for now.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ndxxoc/strangers_on_a_plane_mf