I sighed as I waited patiently on the jet bridge. Two glorious weeks in Hawaii wasn't enough, but as this was a college graduation present from my parents, I couldn't complain. Hell, any time spent in Hawaii was heaven, but having to leave sucked. I had too much fun playing and fucking. I didn't want to go.
To make matters worse, I had to make a stopover in Dallas before going to LA because, in ways that only makes sense to the airlines, it worked out cheaper this way. I was not looking forward to an extra five hours air-travel time, which doubly sucked. Doing this all at night was pure torture.
Don't get me wrong, I'm an avid traveler. I've been on long flights before, but today, I wasn't feeling it. I was bummed I was leaving paradise, I didn't want to face finding a job as a recent graduate, I was not tired enough to sleep the whole way, and I was horny. Not a good combination when having to board a red-eye flight.
It felt like eternity to inch my way onto the plane; people take forever boarding! I used my frequent flyer miles to upgrade myself to first class, roundtrip, which was a small comfort I was looking forward to, but I missed the preferred boarding because I needed a quick nicotine fix. This only served to irritate me more. I didn't want to leave, but if I had to, I wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible, and it most certainly wasn't progressing as well as I would like. I sighed again, and told myself to get a grip; otherwise I would make myself even more miserable the whole way home.
Finally past the first class galley, I headed to my seat, 2H, and got comfortable. It was the bulkhead but I didn't mind. Plus, on long flights, there are three pilots instead of the usual two and the seat next to me, 2J, is reserved for one of them to rest. So, I would have this little corner all to myself for a good portion of the flight, and the rest of the time I wouldn't be disturbed by chatter because that pilot would be sleeping.
I took out a book and pretended to read as I watched people finish boarding and the flight attendants go through their pre-flight routine. I groaned as the head pilot informed us there was a storm right in the middle of the flight path, so we would be taking a detour. Greeaaattt.
After what seemed like hours, we had taken off. I checked my watch, but the damn thing must be broken, because it said it was only fifteen minutes after I boarded the plane. That can't be right, can it? Surely, we had been flying for at least an hour, right?
I was fiddling with the knobs and wasn't paying much attention as the seat belt sign went off and the extra pilot came by.
"Hello," he said.
"Hi," I replied absentmindedly. Taking the watch off completely, I turned it over in my heads as if I could magically look through the metal casing.
"I'm Mike," the pilot said.
"Yeah, First Officer Mike Carter," I answered, concluding that nothing was wrong with my watch, just my patience, and looked up at the guy next to me. And I was glad I did.
Wow. Talk about hot. Dark hair, blue eyes, good body from what I could see, and, after a quick scan, at least 6'2''. He had a rugged face that I found fascinating, and I flashed him a smile. Maybe this flight wouldn't be so bad after all.
"I'm surprised. I didn't think anyone actually paid any attention to what the captain says," Mike exclaimed, laughing.
"Well, I make it a point to listen, in case something goes wrong and I survive the plane crash," I replied, laughing as well. "That way, I can tell the press right off who was flying the plane." I extended my hand to him. "I'm Mischa, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Mischa."
"Same goes."
And so we chatted as the flight attendants got our orders and served dinner. I couldn't help but be entertained, as Mike was absolutely charming. The flight attendants kept touching him and flirting, so I did, too, running my hand along his arm, smiling as he gripped my fingers and kissed the tips. I could feel my pussy getting wet and didn't know whether to curse Mike for making me hot in the middle of the flight, or jump him when the movie came on.
My thoughts began to run through the logistics of how it could be done. First class seats aren't as wide as they used to be. With the airlines getting rid of their DC-10s several years back and substituting them with the newer Boeing 767s for long distance travel, first class had definitely changed. There was a high middle console between each pair of seats, two reading lights attached to the headrest, phones and dials in the arm rests, and minimal privacy with people getting up and using the bathroom at any time and the flight attendants constantly coming by to check on you.
With dismay, I realized there was no way we could do much more than talk, so I gave up the hope of cumming tonight. Resigned to that fact, I tried to comfort myself with the idea of a great solo session as soon as I got home, but it didn't help much.
As the movie came on, and more and more people shut off their lights and began to sleep, I reluctantly pulled back. I had absently been massaging Mike's hands as we talked, so I let his hand go.
"I suppose I should let you get some sleep," I whispered.
"Actually, I'm off duty for the next week," he replied, sitting up straight in his seat, pushing his hand back into my grasp. "I don't need to sleep this flight. I'd like to keep talking with you, if you don't mind."
A smile lifted the corners of my mouth and I began to massage his hand again. Maybe there was a chance to relieve the mounting pressure I was feeling.
I leaned closer to him, purposely pushing my breast against his hand.
"I'm not entirely sure I want to keep talking." I watched his face carefully as my thumb stroked his palm. I ran his hand over my nipple, and I could see his eyes widen slightly.
