Disclaimer: The following is a consensual story featuring a real female celebrity and a fictional male. Any similarity to reality is coincidental.
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Late one Thursday evening, a plane boarded in Seattle with a destination of New York City. It was not a full flight but still had a healthy amount of people on it, at least in coach. First-class was barren, only occupied by a man named Victor Free and a woman named Dove Cameron. Victor was a nobody taking a vacation while Dove was a former Disney star making the trip for public relations purposes.
The blonde was none too thrilled with having to share the section of the plane. She had paid extra money to clear all people out, wanting a peaceful, quiet and lonely flight. Almost everyone accepted the airline's offer for either an upgraded coach experience or a flight at a different time. Victor, however, could not move the time of his flight and refused to sit in coach.
"I thought I'd be getting this area to myself?" the twenty-three-year-old asked the flight attendant.
"Sorry Ms. Cameron, Mr. Free declined every alternative offer," the Indian female flight attendant replied.
Victor waved at Dove with a shit-eating grin, causing her to sigh and kick her feet up.
"I just want to be left alone, kay?" she said, putting her earbuds in and starting an audiobook.
Victor, an average sized thirty-year-old, sat back in his chair as the flight took off. Occasionally, he would look over to Dove and admire her body. From her C-cup breasts hugged tight by a sleeveless maroon hoodie, down to her pale legs showing up to the edge cut-off denim shorts. Anytime Dove's eyes would look over towards him, he would quickly shift his focus elsewhere, something he was succeeding at. After Dove put her hair up in a ponytail, she rolled a bit to her side, facing away from him.
"Damn!" the man whispered to himself as he saw her ass filling out the shorts well.
The man took his black hoodie off and hung it on the back of the seat, leaving him in just a black t-shirt to complement his neon-green basketball shorts. He kicked his sneakers off and put his feet up, reclining the seat. He could not help but continue to glance over at Dove's ass. He closed his eyes and imagined viewing it uncovered.
"Will you need anything, sir?" the flight attendant asked, not paying attention to his growing erection.
"No thanks, in fact Ms. Cameron, who I think is asleep, and I would like some privacy for, say, an hour nap?" he asked.
"Absolutely, sir," she said. "We will give you the area to yourselves. Enjoy the flight!"
Victor turned the light above him to low and continued his day-dreaming. His nearly-six-inch cock was forming a full tent in his shorts, but he did not have a care in the world. He kept imagining the beautiful actress lying feet away from him, in the nude. His hand slipped down his body, reaching into his shorts and pulling his cock out. Without any fear of being caught by either an attendant or the girl of his desires, he started to stroke himself slowly.
The six-foot tall man stifled any grunts or groans as his rock-hard cock responded to every stroke. Wanting to refresh his mind, he opened his eyes and looked over at Dove, but he almost jumped out of skin when he did.
Victor caught Dove sitting upright, her head turned towards him and her big green eyes staring directly at him. She did not seem annoyed or angry, instead she looked happy. After their eyes locked on each other for a few seconds, Dove's eyes slowly ran down his body until they stopped at his cock, which he had stopped stroking. The blonde's tongue poked out, licking the center of her upper lip before she bit down on it. Still remaining silent, Dove pulled her earbuds out and rested them on the seat near the window before rolling to her side and facing him.
Victor slowly started to stroke himself again as Dove's fingers pinched the zipper to her hoodie. Slowly, she pulled it down, showing him her breasts being held very tightly by a lacy pink bra that seemed a bit small for her. She kept the unzipped hoodie on as she started to fondle herself, squeezing her breasts together and nudging her chin down between them. Victor began to stroke himself faster.
Dove started to lick her lips more while her eyes hung half-opened. Her finger tickled the edge of her bra, hooking and pulling it down until a little pink nipple peeked out. Victor could not keep his groan quiet, loudly letting it out and causing the sultry woman to giggle and expose her other nipple.
"You like?" she asked in a very cute, yet seductive voice.