37,000 Feet

Soft fingers graze your thigh as he returns to his aisle seat in the half-empty plane, and he looks at you wickedly as he leans closer.

“You know - I just noticed - there’s nobody in any of the rows around us.” He murmurs, his hand sliding your skirt upward a little.

“Is that right?” You ask, realising your voice has already become throaty at his words.

“Yeah.” He pulls the blanket from the floor, spreading it over you with a smirk. “Here. You looked cold.”

Hidden now, under the blanket, his hand pushes the loose skirt all the way to your waist as you shift nervously in the seat, glad the lights have been dimmed for the night flight. He twists around to face you, the angle of his body screening his actions a little more.

“What about the flight attendants?”

“They won’t be around much - they won’t want to disturb the passengers.”

His hand slides inside your panties, and your next protest dies on your lips when he touches you just right, knowing what you love. The tip of his middle finger circles teasingly around your clit, just the lightest of touches, and he grins when he sees you bite on your lip. Still grinning, he leans across to cover your lips with his own, swallowing your moan as he slides two fingers inside you, then he sits back again, just the clever hand touching you under the blanket.

You look at him pleadingly as you feel those long fingers stroking inside you, pressing forward as he slides his fingers partway out of you, then pushing them in again, harder, bringing his thumb onto your clit this time as you squirm in the seat. He does it again, bringing his lips to your ear at the same time.

“You’re so wet.” He breathes in your ear. “So hot. I want you so much.”

“Where can we go?” Your voice is shaky as his fingers continue to slide back and forth, his thumb occasionally pressing harder against you.

He shakes his head with a naughty smile. “I think I just want you to cum right here.” He laughs without interrupting the motions of his hand. “How long’s this flight? Wonder how many times I can make you cum before we land.”

“But I want you…….ohhh…..”

As he feels you just starting to tense, his thumb eases back, letting you drop back down from the brink as he replies.

“Next time, baby.”

He’s holding you on the very edge of orgasm, then his thumb starts those gentle, maddening circles again, and he kisses you again to muffle the cry he knows you won’t be able to contain. You bite on his lower lip, and he chuckles against your mouth as he feels you cumming, his hand driving you on, higher and higher until you sag back into the seat, completely spent, not even able to speak yet.

Under the blanket, he slides his hand away, pulling your panties into place and smoothing your skirt back down over your legs while you gasp for breath. As your breathing returns to something resembling normal, you glance across at him, raising an eyebrow as you see the bulge, evident even within those horribly baggy pants he likes to wear when he’s travelling.

“Well,” you say, pushing the blanket to the floor and unclasping your seat belt, “I’m going to the washroom. ‘Scuse me.”

Before he gets a chance to move out of your way, you pick up your purse and slide across onto his lap, swivelling your hips on him as you lift the outer arm-rest to put your feet on the floor. He gives a soft groan at your heat through the thin skirt, then you’re gone, heading toward the back of the plane with a cheeky grin.

Inside the washroom, you look at yourself in the mirror as you unzip your purse. Thank God there’s nobody else at this end of the plane, because your flushed face and sparkling eyes leave little doubt of what you’ve been up to. Fortunately, your mom was one of those ladies who drilled into you to always carry spare underwear, since the fine mesh panties you put on this morning are now soaked thanks to his attentions. You hike up your skirt and pull off the panties, reaching for the clean pair just as a soft knock at the door startles you.

“Hello?”

“It’s me, baby. Let me in?”

You slide back the bolt and the door opens swiftly. He steps into the cramped cubicle with you, closing and bolting the door behind him with a predatory grin, which turns to a laugh when he sees your panties lying on the counter.

“Getting ready for me, were you?”

“No, I…..” His kiss cuts off your words, his tongue delving deeply into your mouth as he pushes you back against the tiny sink.

He lifts you slightly, perching you on the edge of the sink as he unzips his pants, then he pulls you toward him, driving his cock deep, making you gasp as the base presses against your still-sensitive clit. The sink height is perfect, and he thrusts up into you again with a grin, pulling down the straps of your top so he can get his mouth onto your breast, laughing around your nipple when your fingers knot into his hair. In the confined space, you can barely move, held captive on top of the sink, but you manage to raise your bare feet to brace them against the wall behind him, your back jammed against the mirror as he increases the tempo, his hands cupping under your ass.

You can hear yourself whimpering, then you’re cumming hard again, only dimly aware when he cums, too, as you feel the heat inside you. Your legs are cramping from the strain you’ve been putting on them, and you let your feet drop down as he pants against your chest for a moment before lifting you off him, sitting you a little further back as he moves back against the other wall.

As you smile at him, you can feel your mouth trembling, and his eyes lock onto yours as he also drags up a smile. He pulls his baggy travelling pants back up as you reach for your panties, but he grabs your hand with a smirk.

“Do you really think there’s any point, baby? There’s another six hours to this flight, and I’m not in the mood to watch a movie…….”

He cracks open the door and looks out to check if the coast’s clear, then leads you back to your seats. For the moment anyway.