A stranger (M50ish) upgraded my flight to first class. In return, I gave him a slutty little show. [FM]

Long story short I was in one of those “airline has overbooked the flight” situations. I was pleading with the woman behind the airline counter when a man in his late forties, handsome and well-dressed, stepped in and pointed out that the first class seat next to him was empty. The woman behind the counter said that would have to count as an upgrade and smooth as silk he slid a jet-black credit card across the counter. “If the lady wants, that is.” I grinned and nodded my approval. The woman behind the counter seemed annoyed but didn’t have a choice.

We board the flight, and settled in. It’s one of those first class seats that’s kind of a “pod” for two—not totally private of course because anyone walking by can look down. Anyway, he is a perfect gentleman for the entire flight, mostly working on his laptop. Still, I can’t help but notice him sneaking the occasional glance at my chest. It doesn’t bother me, I have firm, round G-cups and I’m wearing a snug, stretchy dress that doesn’t hide my curves. No bra. And anyway he’s not being obvious and he’s cute.

Towards the end of the flight I’m dozing lightly when they make the announcement for the beginning of the descent to land. I open my eyes I catch him staring. He looks embarrassed but I give him a warm, sleepy smile. He smiles back and looks back down at his laptop. I close my eyes again, he starts typing again, and that’s when I get a naughty idea. With my eyes still closed, I start absently rubbing the underside of my boobs through my dress. First just caressing them with one hand, and then massaging them with both.

I can’t see him, but I hear the typing stop.

Now I’m stroking my nipples through the fabric, feeling them get hard, tweaking and pinching them. Meanwhile my other hand has now crept up my inner thigh and I’m rubbing my pussy through my thong. Then I tug the thong aside and start fingering myself. The stewardess makes an announcement about the plane landing. I slowly pull the top of my dress down (stretchy fabric ftw) until my tits pop out. I rub and squeeze them, still fingering myself, and then I switch hands so my fingers that are wet with pussy juice are now rubbing my hard nipples.

Now I’m so worked up I’ve half-forgotten I’m putting on a show. With one hand I’m now rubbing my clit not tight circles, with the other I lift each boob up to my mouth and lick and suck on the nipple. Then the wheel hits the runway and I start to cum. I’m glad plane landings are noisy because I’m a noisy girl and I’m definitely making some sounds. As the plane gradually slows down my breathing recovers and I pull my dress up and slide my thong back into place. I lick my fingers clean, absently. Finally we taxi to a stop, I hear the seatbelt light go off, and I open my eyes. He’s staring at me, transfixed. I smile, stand up, run my hand lightly though his hair and tell him, “thanks for the seat, mister.” Then I grab my bag from the overhead storage and head for the exit.

As I’m leaving the plane the stewardess gives me a wink.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12lfuho/a_stranger_m50ish_upgraded_my_flight_to_first