The deposition ran long and I missed my evening flight back to the Northwest. That meant a 7 a.m. flight out from the East Coast. After a wind-slowed flight to the upper midwest and a long walk across the airport, I found myself in MSP sitting on an ancient DC-10, connecting home on an 11 a.m. flight. Northwest ran these birds hard in the 1980s and 1990s, using them to connect hubs and high volume domestic routes such as Minneapolis to Seattle.
Boarding early and thankful that my briefcase full of work was completed, I pulled out my book and looked for a few hours of relaxation. Although old, the DC-10 has a 2-5-2 configuration that minimizes discomfort for those on the windows. This was before wifi, cell phones, iPads, etc., and there were no seat back screens in coach (Northwest was a cheap airline in many ways). With a minimum of 4 1/2 hours ahead of me, it was good to have something to look at.
The seat beside me remained empty until shortly before the door closed. I did not notice at first but a young woman was putting her things in an overhead bin and then sat on the aisle beside me.
My first impression was positive. She appeared to be in her late 20s, almost ten years younger than me. Cate had straight blonde (almost a light brown) hair cut just above her shoulders. Her face was pretty, with a slightly large nose and a mouth that was perhaps a touch wide. Attractive and comfortable was a good way to describe her, at ease with herself and her world. I had a favorable impression from the start. Introducing myself, she smiled and told me her name. Cate had seated herself too quickly and I had not gotten a good look at her figure. She was wearing medium brown wool slacks, a white pullover shirt and a black cardigan sweater. Cate appeared well proportioned, thin, with breasts that gave her sweater shape but were not large.
As we talked I explained my maritime work with her. She worked for a charitable foundation and had been managing a project for a Seattle charity that was setting up computers in public libraries, an advanced technology for the day. Cate, too, had missed her flight the night before and was trying to get home. We chatted about our work while the plane backed away from the gate. The plane then had an equipment problem, causing it to return to the gate for another half hour. By the time we finally pulled away we were over an hour late, talked out and yawning from rising too early that morning.
Takeoff was uneventful. The captain announced that the jet stream was almost directly against us so we were routing north into Canada, stretching the flight to at least five 1/2 hours. A light snack was only marginally appetizing. Conversation had picked up again during the meal and covered music, education and recent movies.
After the trays were cleared, Cate and I both started to yawn again. Apologizing for cutting our discussion short, Cate said that she would like to rest for a little bit. I agreed. Cate had a blanket, which she pulled up above her waist and closed her eyes. I had a pillow, which I placed against the bulkhead and quickly nodded off.
Some time later (only a half hour, as it turned out) I half woke from my nap. Someone was holding my hand. Cate had taken my right hand and was holding it against her outer thigh. My turning must have disturbed her because her eyes flickered. Meeting my look, Cate's eyes popped open as she realized that she had grasped my hand during her own nap. Cate released my hand, simultaneously blushing, smiling and apologizing. I acquiesced to her apology and returned her smile.
We had now been on the plane for almost two hours and had another three or so to go. I asked Cate if she would mind letting me out to use the restroom. Cate obliged and I took the long walk to the back of the plane. There are four restrooms aft on this version of Northwest DC-10s. Two are inboard and forward of the galley, centerline on the fuselage. These are typical aircraft restrooms, cramped and with hardly enough space to turn around. The other two were outboard of the galley, which is in the centerline of the plane. These outboard restrooms are not much wider than a typical aircraft restroom but were much longer, with at least three feet of space between the door and the base of the toilet. The mirror and sink are mounted outboard. I chose the port outboard restroom.
Coming out a minute later, I almost bumped into Cate. She was standing outside, chatting with a flight attendant and waiting for the next restroom. While she went into the port outboard restroom, I stretched. The flight attendants went forward for some reason. When Cate came out of the restroom I was standing near the galley.
She smiled and came over. "Look, I have to apologize again for stealing your hand back there."
"Don't worry, your hands are very soft, I enjoyed it."
Cate batted her eyes and cast them down. "It's just," was all she said and blushed again, "it's just that there is something about the movement of the airplane....."
Catching her drift, I asked, "the engines?"
"That's part of it, the shaking....."
"And the acceleration at takeoff, feeling the thrust push you back in your seat, I know. Same thing can happen on trains."
She half tossed her head aside as a gesture, "what's a girl to do?"
"I think the proper response might be, what's a boy to do when a problem like this arises?"
Cate was now twisting her hair, a classic body language sign of attraction. We were standing about a foot apart.
At five nine and Cate at five seven we were well matched at height and able to look directly into each other's eyes. For the first time I noticed that hers were brown, contrasting with my blue.
Like many women from the Northwest Cate was not wearing any makeup, but it did not matter because she had lovely skin. I was vaguely aware that people were occasionally walking around but not conscious of their presence.
"I have a horrible urge to kiss you."
She blushed again and said "what's stopping you."
"Oh, being in public on an airplane in the galley, it's not the most romantic spot."
"Who's to say it's not romantic," Cate replied as she continued to twist her hair.
I could sense that she was becoming aroused, a feeling I shared. Here was an attractive young woman coming on to me in the middle of an aircraft galley.
All I could stammer was "well it might depend on your idea of romance, but I do want to kiss you." Her eyes closed as I came closer. With that I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Cate's mouth.
"That was nice," she said.
"Agreed." We kissed again, lightly, tenderly, but with a romantic passion that comes from the first kisses between a man and a woman.
I put my left hand around Cate's waist and held her there as we pressed our lips into one. Suddenly we were interrupted when a flight attendant pushed past us with a beverage cart.
"Maybe we should go sit down," I suggested.
"Why, I kind of like it here, we just need to get out of the way," was her somewhat surprising reply. Cate's lips were pursed, showing off her slightly wide mouth, framing straight white teeth.
"The only place to get out of the way is to..." I stopped mid-sentence, aware of the options.
"That lavatory was quite roomy," Cate offered. Without waiting for a reply, she took my hand and tugged me toward the port outboard restroom.
Fortunately it was empty. No one was standing in line and it appeared that no one was around. Cate opened the door and stepped in. I followed and locked the door behind us.
Turning around we were nose to nose. Cate raised her arms and placed them around my neck. "Now we can kiss," she purred.
"And anything else you want," I responded.
"Oooh, that sounds good."
I put my arms around Cate's waist and pulled her against me. Our kisses were now more passionate, animal, frantic.
Running my hands lower, I felt the curve of her bottom, which I cupped gently and pulled into my groin. By now fully erect, my slacks strained to hold the seven inches pushing out. I could sense her warmth through the fabric. Cate pivoted her hips forward and ground them against my cock. She was now moaning through the kiss as our tongues danced back and forth.
As my hands moved around her waist and hips I found a zipper on the right side. Popping the snap, I began to slowly pull it downward. Cate broke our kiss and leaned forward to my ear, "good idea, goooood idea, let me help you."
Having reached the bottom of the zipper Cate stepped back and quickly stepped out of her slacks. She reached to hang them on the small hook on the inside of the door.
"Your turn," she said as reached for my zipper and belt. "Help me" she commanded.
I obliged, undoing the belt and top button while Cate pulled the zipper down.
"Oh that feels like one nice piece of meat" she grinned as she rubbed it. I then stepped out of my pants and hung them on the hook. Cate didn't stop while I was turned around. She reached around me with both hands and reached into my boxers, taking my dick out and starting to pull up gently again and again. "I was right," Cate said in my ear, "I want you in me."
With that I pulled my boxers down and put them on the small counter around the washbasin. "Your turn" I said, reaching up to Cate's waist.
I could not see her panties because of her shirt tails and sweater but found the waistband quickly enough. Pulling the band I could feel the soft cotton against her soft flesh. "Now finish the job" I commanded in turn.
Cate's eyes were now twinkling with a mischievous grin. Not breaking her lock on my eyes, she pulled down and away, placing her knickers next to mine on the wash basin counter. "I've never had sex in an airplane," she said.
"It's a first for me too," I replied, "How should we do this?"
By now Cate had taken the head of my cock and placed it between her thighs, using it to rub against her wetness.
"You are so wet."
"I know, you got me damp back in the seat and it just keeps getting worse." Inspired I pushed my hips forward, impelling my cock further into the gap at the top of her thighs. Cate relaxed slightly and let me further, then clamped down and held my hard member up against her clit and lips.
Cate slid back and forth across the top of my cock, using it as a dildo to rub against and increase her pleasure. "Now" she said, "it doesn't really matter how."
"I don't think we have room for too many positions, but I think if you bend over the commode we can take it from behind."
Cate didn't speak. She released her thighs and my cock, then turned around and bent over. Her ass was magnificent. Cate's hips were generous, like her mouth, but the shape was exquisite. The curve of each hip was an alabaster white. Because she had bent over quite a distance a small patch of pubic hair was visible between her thighs.
"Fuck me" she said and reached back for my hard unit. I stepped up to her.
