Night Flight

It was going to be a long flight. From London to New York, right around eight hours. Tessa slid her carryon into the overhead bin and sat in the aisle seat, her laptop bag on her lap. At least the flight was overnight. Perhaps she could sleep, or watch a movie. She watched as people boarded, hoping silently that no one would claim the seat next to her. A quiet woman slid into the window seat, immediately putting headphones on and turning away from Tessa.

A lean man in a blue dress shirt and slim corduroy trousers stopped in Tessa's row, sliding a large wheeled bag into the compartment across the aisle. Tessa's eyes took in his narrow waist and firm ass. His sleeves were rolled halfway up his hairy forearms, and she could see his lithe muscles flexing. It was so effortlessly sexy, Tessa wondered if he had any idea when he got dressed that morning. *Perhaps this flight will be fun after all,* Tessa mused silently. His light brown hair sat in a mop of curls above his head, trimmed yet a bit wild. She hadn't even seen his face yet, but she was intrigued.

"Oh, darling, do you mind if I take the window seat? I'm completely knackered."

Tessa's eyes flitted up the aisle to a petite blonde woman, looking at the lean man with a cute pout on her lips. *Perhaps not.* He stepped out of the way, his ass almost bumping into Tessa as he let his wife through to the window seat with a murmur of acquiescence.

"Terribly sorry," he said, turning to Tessa and smiling politely. A classically handsome man with sharp features, he seemed to be just her type. He glanced down at her, and she suddenly became self-conscious of her low-cut top. His eyes crinkled at the corners and deep dimples appeared as his smile widened. Tessa felt her heart beat a bit faster.

"Oh, no worries," she said, hoping the dim lights of the cabin didn't reveal her blushing. He slid in next to his wife and they made idle chit chat as Tessa waited for the last of the passengers to arrive. Finally the door was shut. The plane wasn't terribly full, and the seat between Tessa and the woman in headphones remained empty. She sighed with relief. She noticed a few other open seats, including the one across the aisle, next to the attractive British couple.

"Charlie," she heard the blonde drone in her slightly nasal London accent, "be a dear and get me a pillow?" Tessa watched from the corner of her eye as the curly-haired man started looking for a pillow in the seat back pouches.

He leaned over the empty seat and addressed Tessa. "Excuse me, would you mind, erm," he said, pointing at the pillow sticking out of the middle seat pocket on Tessa's side.

"Oh, sure. No problem." Tessa grabbed the pillow and leaned across the aisle, handing it to Charlie. As she did, her top pulled down a bit, revealing a sliver of black satin from her bra. He smiled again, making it obvious he noticed. She tugged her shirt back up and sat back in her seat.

"Cheers," he said, lifting the pillow briefly before handing it to his wife. Luckily, she was busy looking out of the window. She tucked the pillow behind her head and closed her eyes.

The plane lifted off and Tessa read her book for the first hour or so of the flight. The woman with the headphones and Charlie's wife seemed to be dozing quietly. Tessa stretched and shifted in her seat, stifling a yawn.

"Must be a boring book," came a soft male voice across the aisle. Tessa glanced over. Charlie had moved to the aisle seat and was smiling at her.

"Hmm?"

"You're yawning. That doesn't speak much for the author," Charlie said lightly. "I know I wouldn't want to make women yawn with my prose."

"Oh," Tessa laughed. "It's actually not a bad book. Just been a long week."

"Heading home, then?" he asked, his accent almost musical to Tessa's ear.

"Yes," she replied. "Just have to catch my connecting flight to Chicago. What brings you to New York?"

"Never been. Figured it was a good time for a holiday. Hopefully not too busy."

"It's a gorgeous time to be there. Not too hot but still sunny. The leaves in Central Park should be just starting to change. It's my favorite time of year."

"Oh that's good to hear." There was a brief pause in their conversation, and Charlie leaned closer.

"I never know what to do on these long flights," he said. "Though the quiet is nice."

"I have a couple of movies on my laptop if you'd like to watch with me," Tessa said, grabbing her laptop out of the bag at her feet.

"Sure," Charlie said with a smile, unfastening his seatbelt and crossing the aisle with one step. Tessa had planned to move over, but Charlie was already sliding into the middle seat, facing her as he sidled over. She turned her head to the side, trying to allow him more space, but his prominent bulge nearly grazed her cheek. She swallowed drily.

"Sorry," he mumbled with a wink before sitting next to her. She had the distinct impression that he wasn't sorry at all.

She folded the tray down and set her laptop on it. He raised the arm between their seats, allowing him to get even closer. She handed him one of the earbuds so they could both listen and started the movie.

Tessa found it very difficult to concentrate with him right next to her. All she could think about was the warmth radiating off of him, the way he smelled clean like soap, and how he placed his hand on her thigh as they watched. She glanced across the aisle. His wife was snoring quietly.

Charlie leaned in to her. "You know, I noticed you in the airport, sitting at the gate," he whispered. "You're so beautiful. Even more so up close." His hand slid up her legging-clad thigh even further.

Tessa turned to him. "But your wife is right there..." Her pulse was jumping in her neck. The risk of being caught, the taboo of what they were doing, it was intoxicating.

"She sleeps like the dead," he said before hooking a finger under her chin and kissing her gently. "Besides, you've completely bewitched me and I don't even know your name."

"It's Tessa." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Well, Tessa, I'm getting a bit chilly, aren't you?" Charlie spread a thin blanket over the top of them, pulling her closer as they pretended to watch the movie. He set her hand on his thigh, his large fingers interlacing with hers as he pulled it up to the bulge she had seen earlier. She gasped and he chuckled, clearly used to similar reactions. He moved his hand. She did not.

His lips found hers again, then slid over to her neck, down to her collarbone and back to her ear.

"I quite liked that cheeky little peek you gave me earlier. What have you got in here for me?" Charlie purred, pulling her top down and running his fingers over the swell of her satin-covered breasts. He moaned into her ear appreciatively.

"Take them out for me, Tessa."

Tessa glanced around the plane. No one seemed to be moving around the cabin, and the flight attendants were settled in their seats further up the aisle. She shifted and pushed the bra cups down. As she did, she saw Charlie's hands disappear under the blanket. There was a muted jingle of his belt buckle and the soft sigh of his zipper.

He looked at her breasts, perfect milky-white mounds with pale pink nipples. He leaned down and kissed the top of her bust, his fingers sliding deftly into her top and pinching first one nipple then the other.

She grasped his hard shaft, her small soft fingers barely touching on the other side. It felt hot in her hand and rock hard. She stroked it slowly and Charlie moaned. Hearing even the brief sound of his pleasure sent shockwaves between her legs.

"I think your nipples are almost as hard as my cock," Charlie whispered before kissing her again.

Tessa's heart thumped. She couldn't believe that she was kissing a stranger. In a plane. While his wife slept nearby. She couldn't help but feel like a dirty slut and was surprised how much she loved it.

He bit her neck and she whimpered. He looked confused when she suddenly fixed her shirt and stood up. She wavered slightly, suddenly a bit light-headed. She took a breath and turned to Charlie.

"I need to use the restroom," Tessa said, her words dripping with invitation. She walked to the front of the plane and slipped into the washroom. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and flinched. This whole situation had gotten out of control. She shouldn't be here. Yet her pussy ached with desire. She longed for this man on a primal level she had rarely felt before.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked herself out loud. Before she could formulate an answer or change her mind, there was a soft knock on the lavatory door. Charlie slipped in quietly, locking the door behind him. Tessa bit her thumb nervously when she saw the look of raw hunger in his eyes. Her body vibrated with anticipation. He licked his lips.

The tiny room forced them together, and Charlie grabbed Tessa, kissing her passionately.

"This is so risky," he said, looking into her brown eyes with his own. She allowed herself to study his face for a moment before quickly unfastening the buttons of his shirt. The hair on his chest was curly and thick, and she sighed as she ran her fingers through it.

"We've not much time," he cautioned her before pulling her leggings and lacy panties down to her ankles. She slid one foot out of the fabric and set her knee on the counter, opening herself to him. His fingers explored her folds masterfully, and his smile widened.

"Fuck me, you're so wet..." he whispered as she worked quickly on his trousers.

"So are you," she said with a smile, her palm now coated in precum as she slid his hard cock out.

"There are so many things I would do to you if we had a bit more time. And space," Charlie said, looking deep into Tessa's eyes.

He took the half-step forward to close the remaining distance between them, lining up the head of his cock with her dripping wet entrance. She wrapped her arms around him as he slowly pushed his curved dick inside her.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh--" Tessa's words were cut off when Charlie clamped a hand over her mouth, shaking his head slightly and reminding her to be quiet. She nodded briefly and he thrusted up into her, impaling her in one strong movement.

Tessa's eyes rolled back in her head, and Charlie's breath caught in his chest. For a moment, they both reveled in that first feeling of fullness. Charlie lowered his hand from Tessa's mouth, and slid it around the back of her neck and into her hair. He grabbed a handful and pulled, making Tessa groan.

They began moving their bodies in concert, as though they had fucked a hundred times before. Tessa used the counter and wall to brace herself as Charlie's other hand slipped between them, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in slow circles. Tessa's legs began to shake and she bit her tongue to keep from screaming as she came, her tight pussy squeezing his cock like a vice.

"Your cunt is perfect," he whispered in her ear, releasing her hair to kiss her again. He continued pushing up into her as waves of intense pleasure crashed over her.

"Cum inside me," Tessa whispered back, drunk with lust.

"Mmm. Say that again," he said, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke.

"Charlie, cum inside me, please," she begged, rolling her hips in time with his.

"You're such a perfect little slut," he moaned. He grabbed her waist and held her in place as he pushed as deep as he could inside her, his legs and ass spasming as rope after rope of thick cum filled Tessa in the tiny plane bathroom.

They stood there a moment, catching their breath, Charlie's cock still inside her, still hard. After a few more kisses, he slid out slowly, pulling his pants up. He slipped out of the bathroom first, leaving Tessa behind in a bit of a daze.

A few moments later, she emerged, returning to her seat. Charlie was back sitting with his wife, who was still snoring lightly. He smiled bemusedly as Tessa sat down a bit more gingerly than when she had first entered the plane.

"Oh, you seem to have dropped something," she said to him, holding out her fist. He gave her a puzzled look, then extended his arm, his large hand slightly cupped to receive the item in her hand.

She dropped a small black ball of cloth into his hand. He examined it briefly before realizing it was her lace panties. His eyes widened and he sniffed it briefly before tucking it into his trouser pocket.

Tessa smiled, glad she had chosen the overnight flight.