On an airplane.
I was flying from East coast to West coast USA to meet an affair partner (but that’s another story for another day). I boarded the plane and found myself in the aisle seat, an empty middle seat, and a good-looking man in the window seat. We started chatting and he told me about his fiancé and eventually we somehow ended up talking about my hobby of sharing risqué photos, sex films, and engaging in challenges. He seemed interested enough.
An older woman approached and pointed to the middle seat. I know when to not let an opportunity slip by and offered her my aisle seat, moving over to the middle. He and I continued to chat and after about an hour in the air settled in. I placed my hand on his leg and slowly moved it up his thigh as the flight moved on. I turned and smiled at him and asked him if it was okay, to which he was agreeable. I moved my hand further up his thigh and raked my fingernails along his groin. He placed his hoodie over his lap and I took full advantage, moving my hand onto his hard cock. I stroked him over his sweats for several minutes before slipping my hand beneath his clothing. He inhaled sharply when I took him in my hand.