Trans-Atlantic flights always sucked. I hated travelling overseas, especially when you needed to get up and stretch your legs and all you could do was walk to the bathroom and back, and not like that was any better. I'm digressing from my point though.
My name is Kevin and I'm a businessman. I don't own a Fortune 500 company or anything, but I do get to see the world through my work. Which brings me to JFK Airport today, I'm on my way to London on business. I'm literally the only one in the first class lounge when I hear a young woman shouting.
"Please, just leave me the hell alone. I'm not in the mood right now."
I looked up at her and was struck by her. The first thing that grabbed my attention was her shocking purple hair and her black rimmed glasses. She looked like every nerdy guy's wet dream come to life. Once she entered the lounge she threw her bag on to the chair next to her and sat down with a huff and pulled out her phone and busied herself with it.
I looked back at her and then went back to reading my newspaper. I rustled it a few times, not intentionally but it was enough to get her attention.
"Can you not do that please? It's bad enough I have to deal with fans before a long flight, I don't need a headache too." She said glaring directly at me over the rims of her glasses. I say nothing to her and keep reading. As I turned the page she groaned again and glared at me.
"Dude, did you not hear me?" she replied.
I closed my newspaper and looked at her.
"Miss, I've got a long flight ahead of me as well. I'm trying to occupy my mind with something other than a phone, now if my newspaper is bothering you perhaps you can sit somewhere else." I then re-opened the newspaper and kept on reading. She groaned again and grabbed her bag heading for the exit but then she saw a few people outside and thought better of it returning to her seat. She pulled out a pair of earbuds and shoved them into her ears, typed into her phone before tossing it on the seat next to her and crossing her arms glaring at me, it almost looked like she was pouting.
I smirked as I kept on reading.
Eventually the first class lounge filled up and the purple haired woman disappeared, it soon came time for my flight as I headed toward my gate. I boarded without much trouble and took my first class seat and prepared for the long trans-Atlantic flight. I was ready to doze off to sleep when I heard a familiar voice.
"You have got to be kidding me." My eyes shoot open and I look up to see the same familiar purple hair and black framed glasses from before. I roll my eyes as well, if anything just to annoy her. She immediately turns to the nearby flight attendant.
"Is it possible there is another empty seat available?" she asks.
"I'm sorry Miss Banks, the flight is completely booked." the flight attendant replies.
"Seriously?" She asks, the flight attendant nodded and then shrugged her shoulders. 'Miss Banks' then groaned in frustration as she put her bag in the overhead compartment and plopped down in the chair next to me. I took a deep sigh and tried to be cordial to her.
"Kevin" I said extending her hand to me.
"Sasha" she said curtly, not even looking in my direction.
"Well, we're going to be stuck with each other for the next 14 hours-" she cut me off.
"Believe me, if I could sit anywhere else I would." Sasha replied yanking a magazine out of her carry-on and pretending to read it. I took the hint and went back to attempting to sleep.
A few hours into the flight and well over the Atlantic Ocean there was a lot of turbulence that woke up a number of passengers. Myself and Sasha included, she had the same idea I did about getting some sleep while en route. She glared at me while we both regained our senses, it was then we both noticed where Sasha's hand ended up during our slumber. Under my blanket, In my pants, firmly around my cock.
Sasha gasped and pulled her hand away, she looked at me with disgust and she wiped her hand off.
"What the fuck dude? You tried to get me to...do that while I was asleep, what kind of sick pervert are you?" Sasha growled at me trying to keep her voice low, not wanting to cause a disturbance on a plane.
"I was just as sound asleep as you were. I did not do this, maybe you do this in your sleep." I retorted, but Sasha glared at me about to speak, but then thought better of it and sat back in her seat shaking her head. This may not have been the first time this happened, so I decided to push my luck.
"You know, you could finish what you started." I said, my voice nearly a whisper.
Sasha turned her head with an expression I can only describe as a mix of shock and disbelief.
"You cannot be serious." Sasha said, her voice also a whisper.
"Well, you did get me very hard." I said, lifting the blanket to let her see my hardened cock. For the first time her expressions softened, she even let out a giggle, I even saw her run her tongue over her purple lips. She looked around to see if anyone was watching then slowly slid her hand back under the covers and began pumping me. I looked at her as she flashed me a dirty smile and for the first time she seemed to relax.
"Let me know when you are going to cum." Sasha whispered. I leaned back and moaned quietly, Sasha really knew what she was doing. Her tiny hand deftly working its way up and down my shaft, her grip was just the right amount of tight. Not tight enough to hurt but tight enough so that she wouldn't lose grip until she wanted to. I looked over at her again and she was smiling, she had a glint of naughty in her eyes as she kept jerking me off on a plane full of people without a care in the world.
