Amy stepped wearily onto the airplane. She was returning home after attending a work conference in San Diego. It had been a very busy weekend, and she was more than a little disappointed that she hadn't been able to visit any of the local adult establishments. To make matters worse, her last meeting had extended well past its expected finishing time, and she was forced to reschedule her return flight to a 11:45 boarding time.
"If it's any consolation, ma'am," the ticket attendant had told her over the phone, "the flight is nearly empty so you'll have plenty of peace and quiet!"
At that very moment, Amy wondered how hard it would be to reach through the phone and strangle the smile off the bitch's face.
As she walked down the aisle, Amy began to wonder if her choice of clothing was a good one. Figuring that she would be almost alone, Amy chose to wear a cotton t-shirt and her most comfortable jogging pants. Her hair was being held up in a hair tie, and she opted for the makeup free look. This is a hot look, she mumbled to herself with a chuckle as she inspected herself in the hotel mirror before departing.
Amy placed her carry-on bag into the luggage compartment and dropped down into the middle seat of the aisle. She had chosen an aisle near the very back of the plane, and it appeared as though the closest passenger was going to be several rows ahead. She fastened her seatbelt, then closed her eyes, hoping to get to sleep before the plane lifted off. Her sleep was interrupted however by a light tap on her knee. She opened her eyes and looked up to find a young man, perhaps in his early twenties.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but would you mind if I sat in the seat next to you?"
Amy looked around the cabin, noticing that several seats were available throughout the plane.
"Uh, there's plenty of seats available you know."
He let out a sheepish grin and said "I know ma'am, and I really hate to bother you. It's just that I'm not a big fan of flying, and I think I'd feel a whole lot better if I were sitting with company."
Amy rolled her eyes at his request. That has to be the cheesiest pick-up line I've ever heard, she thought to herself.
"Well, I suppose it's ok."
"Thank you very much! I promise not to be a bother."
The young man sat down next to her and introduced himself.
"Hello, my name is Steven."
"Hello, I'm Amy."
Amy closed her eyes again, trying to drift off to sleep.
A moment later, the jolting of the plane as it backed from the terminal jarred her awake.
For fucks sake. I wish the bar was open in the terminal. I could've used a Jameson before I got on
. Amy thought to herself.
The attendant, an older woman with silver hair and too much makeup on, stood in front of the passengers and gave the mandatory preflight speech.
Blah blah blah, seats upright, yeah, flotation device. We're flying over the continental United States! What do I need a flotation device for
?
Before finishing her presentation, the attendant announced that since this was the last leg of their flight, they were running short on some luxury items, namely blankets. Looking to her left, Amy noticed that Steven had his vent open full blast. She felt the cold air gliding along her chest, causing her nipples to harden.
Oh, I better get a blanket quick then
.
As soon as she could, Amy got the attention of the attendant and requested one of the few remaining blankets. The attendant returned a moment later and handed it to her with a smile. Amy unfolded the blanket and placed it over her lap. A passing light on the runway outside caught her eye, and as she looked through the window she noticed that Steven was glancing at her through the corner of his eye. Looking down she realized that the cotton shirt she had chosen to wear was not doing nearly a good enough job of concealing her erect nipples.
Amy started to pull the cover up over her shoulders, but then she paused.
Fuck it. He wants to look at them? He can look at them.
She reached up and turned off her overhead light, then opened her air vent just slightly, adjusting it so that the cold air blew straight down the front of her shirt. Her nipples responded by trying to pierce their way through her shirt. Amy laid her head back and drifted off to sleep as the plane began its takeoff.
A small jolt of turbulence shook Amy awake. She opened her eyes to find that almost everyone on the plane was asleep. Only a single overhead light was on, and it was in the second row, far ahead of her. Leaning out towards the aisle, she could see the attendant sitting in her chair up front. Her head was back and her mouth was open. She was very asleep. Settling back into her seat, she took the opportunity to look over her seat partner.
Steven was also sound asleep, his head buried in the corner of his seat.
He was an attractive man, with straight brown hair that just passed the collar of his shirt. He had a mustache and a slight beard, and both were well maintained. He wore a button-down shirt and faded jeans. A nice bulge in his pants showed her that he would rank an above average in the endowment category. Another thing that caught her attention was the fact that he was shivering. She looked up and saw that he had already closed his air vent, but her vent was open.
She had fallen asleep while teasing him with her nipples, and being a gentleman, he never reached up and turned hers off. Amy picked up the blanket she was using, and spread it over his lap as well.
Might as well be hospitable
.
She adjusted herself in the seat, then leaned it back as far as it could go before she closed her eyes.
It only took a moment before Amy opened her eyes again, but this time she looked down. Steven's right hand was under the blanket, and it was resting on her thigh. Not only was he resting it on her thigh, but he was squeezing it gently. Taken aback by this new development, Amy's mind began to spin.
Do I slap his hand?
Do I move it?
Instead, she did the farthest thing from it. She eased herself down further in the seat, and spread her legs open more.
Steven recognized what she had done, and his hand moved quickly up her leg, stopping at the top of her jogging pants. Steven took hold of the string cinching the pants closed, and tugged on it until the knot came loose. He then slid his hand down the front of her pants and slid his large finger deep into her now wet pussy.
Amy let out a slight whimper, and her eyes opened wide at the feeling of her pussy being filled. Quickly she scanned the plane to see if her noise had attracted any new attention. No one stirred. Relieved, she settled back into her seat and looked at Steve.
His eyes were still closed.
His finger slid slowly out of her pussy, then quickly he slid it back in, this time with more force. Amy bit down on her upper lip to stifle the moan. The taste of blood on her tongue told her that she bit down harder than she thought. She brought her hands down to the arm rests on either side of her, and she squeezed them tightly.
Steven continued to work his finger in and out of her pussy. After a moment he slid a second finger into her. Amy brought her chin to her chest, her eyes tightly closed, and she gripped harder on the armrests, her knuckles now turning white.
Steven worked his fingers in and out of her pussy with a steady rhythm, and the wetness in her pussy began to make a slight sucking sound with every thrust. Amy continued to grind her hips against his fingers, and her climax began to take shape.
