Plane

Hour four of an 18 hour plane ride.

Christ.

The seats were comfortable enough, they had a reasonable amount of selection as far as films were concerned.
Being in business class helped.

Still, 14 hours to go.

He pulled down his sleep mask, pulled up his blanket while shifting his body for comfort. The xanax starting to kick in he drifted back to sleep.

He felt his member grow hard. Not an uncommon thing for a healthy male of his age.

Something was wrong.

What was different was that his penis was not brushing against the inside of his underwear. His head, foreskin pulled back rubbed against the rough wool of his blanket.

He was paralyzed with fear.
This was not a good thing. How could this have happened? He had never been prone to pulling his penis out of his pants in prior naps. What if he were discovered? Surely he would be arrested upon landing. He would be handcuffed and paraded in front of crowds like a sex offender in a third world country.

Then he felt her grip.
Her thumb drifted gently across the underside of his helmet, her palm and four fingers wrapped around his shaft. Her hand, soft and unusually moist beginning to slowly pump his unit. Her nails lightly tickling the top of his member.
A wave of helpless pleasure rolled over him as her arm picked up pace.

His left hand began to slowly creep from under his blanket towards the sweet smell that barely licked his nostrils. He felt the cold metal from the chair under his hand and finally the tips of his fingers touched what he believed to be a wool skirt. Her pace remained constant slowly bringing him to a deeper state of arousal.

His cock rock hard now felt like a fleshy marble in her hand. When his hand slowly brushed against her thigh she felt her heart in her throat. What was she doing? This was completely out of character for her. Yes she enjoyed a healthy sex life but never even in her most adventurous moods did she ever contemplate this. It all came back to the wetness.

She had been wet for a long minute by this point. The fact that she had gotten so wet at the thought of this act was the driving catalyst for her actions. She bit her bottom lip as his hand fingered the hem of her skirt moving towards her hot wet patch. She could feel the bottoms of his digits rub gently along her stockings. She leaned to one side, slowing down her pumping so that she might free herself from the bondage of her undergarments. He pulled her her underwear down so that it was nestled just under her left cheek and she struggled to move her undies under right. She could feel the rough wool on her bottom and his middle finger began to trace her lips. She began pumping harder.

He gently traced her lips in a circular motion stopping only to lightly vellicate her button. He brushed his finger down to probe her with the very fine tip of his finger. She held her breath as he dipped in. He began to stroke her delicately, slowly but consistently. Her grip tightened.

They still had not even looked at each other, he realized.

Her breathing deepened but remained soft. Her eyes rolled back into her head, it was hard to continue pumping but it was necessary. She bit her lip. His finger picked up tempo and began to throb from the action. It wasnt used to such a work out. She began to grind against him, he started to alternate probing and stroking. She moaned quietly in approval almost abandoning her task at hand. She decided she needed to finish him off so that she could enjoy hers.

Rotating her wrist in a half circle motion she began massaging strictly his head, up and down. She could feel his groin being pushed in an upward motion. She released his penis and pushed his abdomen lightly so as to tell him 'settle down or we will get caught'. He understood. She continued her prior activity. He could feel it coming all at once. His balls ached as it felt like it had been a decade. The inside of her hand was now covered in a foamy precum, still wet but beginning to dry like rubber cement. He thought about how he would love to suck on this mystery womans thighs as another woman took him in her mouth. She would grind against his face, allowing his tongue inside of her. He thought about how he would blow his load in the second womans mouth. Thats when he shot. His finger went deep and she pushed down upon it.

He sat for a few seconds to regain semi conciousness. Pulling his finger from her he began at a furious pace. She clasped his thigh which was now covered in cum with her left hand and grabbed hold of her chair with her right. She was certain that there would be a wet patch when she had to vacate the chair. Her pedal throbbed with urgency. She thought of his tongue brushing harshly against her clit, mouth sucking away at her. She'd pull him by the hair into her, smothering him. He'd grab her cheeks and force her into his wanting mouth. Her legs shook as she achieved a long awaited climax. Her arms trembled slowly. She shut her eyes and felt his hand leave her.

When he awoke other passengers were beginning to leave the plane. The seat next to him was empty.