I wasn't looking forward to this flight. I hate flying cross country. It's long and the planes are usually packed. I was fortunate that I had found a straight flight, no stops or layovers. As I settled in my seat, all the way in the back, I tried to relax. This was going to be a red-eye flight so I hoped to get a little rest along the way. As the plane filled, I watched the people getting on. Travelers are interesting people. I hoped I would be spared any traveling companions in my row. Just as they were closing the doors, one last passenger ran onto the plane. I watched him as he walked down the aisle. He was cute. Tall, probably about six foot. His build was lanky but definitely interesting in the tight jeans and white shirt he was wearing. I didn't realize I was staring until he looked directly in my eyes, smiled and stopped at my row. He was my row mate.
The flight crew started their preparations for take-off as my row mate settled into place. As he slipped off his jacket and stretched up to put it in the overhead compartment, I noticed a thick bulge. But this wasn't in his pants so much as around his calf. He caught me looking and smiled.
"It's all right. I have a badge and everything." He held out his hand to me and introduced himself. "I'm Rick."
I shook his hand and introduced myself. I couldn't help myself. "What kind of badge?"
As he strapped himself in, he smiled up at me. "FBI."
Ok, so I was going to be enjoying my wonderful cross country trip with a FBI agent. Great. Not only that, but he was carrying. Guess I would be safe from terrorists on this trip. As the plane started to take-off, I turned to look out the window. The sun was already down and it was dark. The lights as we took to the sky twinkled below us. As the flight attendant walked by, I asked for a blanket. My row mate had grabbed one on his way to his seat. When the attendant came back and said they were out, Rick offered to share his with me. I was chilled and figured it couldn't hurt. I was safe after all. He was an agent, right.
Rick moved over into the middle seat and tossed the blanket over both of us. In order to use it, I had to cuddle up closer to him. He may have looked lanky but all I felt was muscle as I rubbed up against him, settling my head on his shoulder. To make himself more comfortable, Rick stretched his arm back around and over my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I couldn't help but breathe in his scent. His cologne was musky and sensual. I could hear his heartbeat and felt his slow breathing on my skin. I have to admit I was getting aroused.
Lights in the plane were dim, creating a very sensuous mood. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, thinking about anything but the stranger I was suddenly so close to and so aroused by. I must have drifted off briefly. When I woke, I could feel Rick's fingers slowly moving up and down my arm. His fingers would skim against the side of my breast every few strokes. His breathing was slow and I couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. I closed my eyes again, savoring the feel of his fingers. After a minute or so, I shifted slightly. This caused Rick's fingers to skim directly over my hardening nipple. Stifling a moan, I slowly pushed my breast up towards his fingers. Rick must have been awake because his fingers spread and his hand was now stroking my breast. My nipple was like a hard pebble. Placing his palm on the tip of my breast, Rick pressed and moved his hand in a circle. It was all I could do to keep from moaning out loud.
"Do you like that? Does that feel good?" Rick was whispering in my ear. I nodded and pressed my breast harder into his hand. So far, all the attention had been through my sweater under the blanket. Rick's hand moved down my stomach slowly. I shivered, knowing where he was going. With a gentle tug, Rick pushed his hand up under my sweater and began the slow ascent up my bare stomach to my silk-clad breasts. His fingers again stroked against my nipple, this time through my thin bra. When his fingers curved over the top of my cup and pulled it down, I closed my eyes as the tips of his fingers touched my bare breast.
"So soft. Your tit feels so good, baby." I leaned my head harder against his shoulder as his thumb and forefinger squeezed my nipple. With a quick twist, he tugged and caressed me. I was getting so unbelievably wet. It took everything I had not to moan and scream out for him to touch me. Rick's hand moved to my other breast where he pulled that cup down and turned his attentions to that hard nub. His fingers squeezed, twisted and stroked my breasts. He lifted his hand away from me briefly to bring his fingers to his mouth. I watched as he sucked on his fingers, making them wet. When his hand returned under the blanket, I arched up as his wet fingers circled over my nipple. The cool air in the plane slipped under the blanket and made my nipples even harder than before.
"I want to taste your tits so bad. I want to pull that tight little nub into my mouth and suck it hard, bite it. I bet you taste good." His whispered words were making me even wetter. I could feel an orgasm building and he hadn't done anything to me but play with my breasts. "That's it, baby. Can you cum this way? Can you cum from me playing with your soft tits?" I felt my body shiver. I bit down on my bottom lip, shutting off my moan an orgasm like no other shook my body. "Oh yeah, baby. That's it." Rick's fingers slowed over my breasts, caressing my sensitive nubs gently as my orgasm subsided.
