My eyes shot open with surprise. Head still resting against the window, my legs were cramped from confinement in the uncomfortable airplane seat. Yet, the hand massaging my cock certainly made me begin to forget about my discomfort. Becca was still snuggled under my arm with her head resting on my chest, her hand tracing the outline of my package.
It was a relatively full red-eye flight back from Portland to Atlanta. We had spent the weekend visiting family and exploring the great outdoors, even taking the time to catch a wild show with lots of bass and a killer light show. With everything going on, there hadn’t been much time for intimacy. We had both been so tired that we both had passed out before the plane even left the runway, drifting off into a deep sleep…or so I had thought.
Looking around quickly, I saw that most of the other people on the flight were fast asleep. The flight was dimly lit and had featured only sporadic service from the flight crew. My jacket was stretched over us as a makeshift blanket, but it only covered so much. Before being roused from slumber, I had been having a rather pleasant dream. The only flashes and bits I remember involved lots of oil and lots of bare skin. Like I said, it was a rather pleasant dream. But with her hand rubbing my cock through the thin fabric of my sweatpants, I wasn’t the least bit upset. I could feel the blood flowing between my legs and the warmth flooding up my neck, coloring my cheeks.
By this point, I could feel my heart beginning to pound in my chest. This had always been a fantasy of mine and she knew it. We had even discussed the logistics of fucking in an airplane bathroom. Like, does it have to be an overnight flight? Do we surreptitiously sneak into the lavatory one at a time to allay suspicion? Once we’re both in, there must be a time limit. This is not the time to explore the entire catalogue of Kama Sutra. You’re on the clock. What positions would work best? Ass on the counter, or maybe just a quick doggy style? It had been a fun conversation, but I had certainly thought that it was merely playful exploration of unattainable fantasy.
As I let out a soft sigh, she removed her hand abruptly. Glancing up, she made eye contact and gave her head a slight shake. The enveloping silence of the sleepy cabin made every movement and breath seem somehow more. Echoing in my ears, a symphony complementing the pounding of my heart working to send blood where it needed to go. Slowly, she turned her attention back to the bulge now straining against well-worn grey sweatpants. I was aroused and had a week’s worth of pent-up sexual frustration. I had been stealing sly glances and hiding the increasingly frequent erections that had plagued me all week. I needed her to know that I was on board and ready for her to continue. With her hand moving back towards my crotch, my hips lifted ever so slightly in anticipation.
The cabin doors have closed, and this plane was ready for departure.
Her delicate little hands grasped my attention back to the situation developing between my legs. Pressing it against the inside of my leg, she rubbed its whole length, sending blood pumping. Every fourth or fifth stroke, she traced the outline with her fingers, thumbing the tip with a teasingly circular motion.
Her hands felt so good as she worked my length. The danger and anxiety of being caught only heightened the tension. Arching my back and straining my neck from side to side, I tried to expel the rising anxiety. I took another quick look around at our neighbors across the aisle and saw, to my relief, that everyone near enough to observe the escalating action was still asleep.
I lifted my hips in appreciation and a small sound of pleasure escaped my lips. Again, she stopped immediately and pulled her hand away. She glanced back up, with a seductive look in her eye, and brought her finger to her lips, silently shushing. I grinned back, closed my eyes, and leaned back against the headrest. I took a few deep breaths to try to calm my nerves and process what was about to happen.
We were moving, irresistibly and inevitably toward the runway.
Her hand slid back down, lingering on my abs momentarily, before her fingers began to play with my waistband. Her fingers toyed with the sensitive skin just north of my loins, teasing ever so lightly. But when she tried to dive deeper into my pants, she found the tightly tied knot preventing access. There was a briefly awkward struggle as her hand tried to fight its way into the depths of my pants, but the well-strung drawstring held fast. She flashed me an exaggerated look of annoyance, pursed her lips and shook her head in mock disappointment. With a smile, she returned to the task at hand, nimbly untying the knot with skillful fingers, and submerging her hand into my sweats.
Looking around quickly to make sure we were still unnoticed; I did my best to keep an obvious smile from being plastered on my face. When she suddenly started fondling my balls, I had to suck in a quick breath to stifle to laugh threatening to erupt from my lips. They were so sensitive that too much stimulation always left me a laughing mess, wriggling in delight. Rubbing and massaging and gently squeezing them, she knew that she was driving me wild. I tried to slow my breathing as she gently tugged at my sac, pulling my balls away from my body. The slight pressure and vulnerability brought increased excitement to an already charged exchange. Despite my best, I couldn’t control the expressions arriving on my face. My eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and my mouth drooped open as I tried to maintain a semblance of composure.
Poised at the beginning of a long stretch of runway, my engines were revved and ready.
With a final squeeze, her hand grasped my throbbing cock, and she began to stroke it with smooth, strong movements. My god, she was going to make me cum right there in my pants. Frantic thoughts flashed in my mind of the eminent arrival of a huge mess that would surely leave an obvious splotch of dark, wet, hot, stickiness that would be instantly noticeable against the thin grey of my sweatpants. But those thoughts disappeared as quickly as they had arrived. I was caught in her relentless rhythm and my lust outweighed any thought of the aftermath.
Each pump brought fresh waves of pleasure. Her hands were soft but clamped firmly around my girthy shaft. With every stroke, she would run her fingers around the head of his cock, teasing the hyper-sensitive spot. Despite my best efforts, blood was pumping, and I could barely suppress my labored breathing.
In through the nose, out through the mouth.
I just needed to focus on keeping quiet and enjoying what was sure to be an unforgettable experience.
We were gaining velocity now as I lurched down the runway, picking up speed.
I stretched my arms up overhead and flexed every muscle in my body before settling back into the seat. Her hand had never wavered in its vice-like grip on my dick. In response, she gave several sharp tugs that drew an involuntary gasp from my lips. I could feel the pressure beginning to build behind my eyes as her methodical movements threatened to drive me to new heights.
As though she could sense my growing pleasure, she switched her grip to focus exclusively on the bulging head, her fingers tenderly teased the tip. I knew there must be cum just seeping out of me by this point and thought I felt her fingers playing with the sticky drops.
She was still snuggled against him, head nestled into his chest with his arm wrapped around her. Only one of her hands was occupied with the monster still contained in his pants. While I couldn’t see her other hand hidden beneath the folds on my jacket, I noticed the subtle movements of her hips. She’s fucking playing with herself. Oh my god, that is so incredibly hot.
All I could think about was her fingers dripping with her juices while she toyed with her perfect little pussy.
I was racing now, splitting the wind as I approached top speed.
With one hand gripping the armrest, I moved to slide the other up under her shirt. Reaching around, I could just barely feel her warm, firm breast. I squeezed it tightly, fingers pinching her nipple, as her hand returned to stroking my dick. Alternating between long, slow strokes, and fast, sharp tugs, she worked with methodical intent. She pressed her hand firmly into the base of my shaft with each pump, forcing me to full length.
Suddenly, she rocked her hips back and repositioned herself. She slid her head down from my chest to rest in my lap and extracted her other hand from between her own legs.
Holy fuck, she’s going to use her mouth.
The thought of her wrapping her lips around my cock and eagerly swallowing the massive load building inside me drove me to the very limit.
One hand still vigorously beating my meat, the other snaked behind my back to grasp my opposite hip. She was practically hugging me around the waist with her face mere inches from the pumping action. Although my jacket still obscured the action, there could be no mistaking the work her hand was performing between my legs.
I could feel the undeniable pressure rising inside, each stroke of her hand drawing him closer to takeoff. There was no hiding the raggedness of my breathing now as each pump brought forth a fresh gasp of air. Without warning, the hand wrapped around my hips grasped the waistband of my sweats. One hand pulled the sweats away from my body while the other dragged my throbbing cock from my pants. The added risk of discovery overwhelmed my senses and I felt myself approaching the destination.
The front wheels have left the ground, fighting gravity as this flight took to the air.
Fully exposed, she used fast, strong strokes. My hips began to buck as the waves of pleasure began to crest. Just as I was about to erupt, she leaned over and took me into her mouth. Her lips locked onto the tip of my cock and sucked while her hand continued to pump up and down on my shaft. In a matter of seconds, cum flew from my cock and roped into her waiting mouth.
“Liftoff,” I announced to the darkened, sleepy cabin of the overnight flight.
With her lips still wrapped tightly, I unleashed load after load. She kept up her tandem sucking and pumping until I had filled her mouth. I felt her swallow and then she took all of me into her mouth. I moved my hand to the back of her head and thrust myself down the back of her throat.
Without pause, she proceeded to suck me dry, draining my balls. In the aftershocks of orgasm, I twitched as she sucked and licked my now overly sensitive member. I watched as she licked me clean, tongue lingering on the tip. With my erection beginning to fade and pole thoroughly polished, she playfully slapped my semi-hard member against her face. Gingerly kissing it, as if to say goodbye, she slid it back into my pants.
Straightening herself up in her seat, she seductively wiped her lips. “Did you say liftoff?” she asked through quiet laughs.
I could only grunt in response, chest heaving from the power of the orgasm. As if by clockwork, the familiar chiming of the seatbelt sign broke the silence of the cabin. I thought maybe we had been caught or someone had seen. The overhead lights began to illuminate and passengers began to stir. But my fears were dispelled when I heard the well-practiced voice of the captain intoning the final descent announcement.
“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain speaking. I hope everyone has had an enjoyable flight as we begin our final descent into Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport. We should be on the ground momentarily. Welcome to Atlanta.”
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