I've always had a fantasy about fucking on a plane. But really, it's just not an appropriate thing to think about when you're on one of those big flights with a hundred other people and some of them children.
But then my company sent me on a business trip and everything changed.
There was a conference going on but the flight I was on was delayed. In fact, it was so delayed that a large group of businessmen (along with myself, the only female passenger) were put on a separate flight so that we could get to our conference. That meant that a plane the size of a normal flight only had about half a flight's worth of people on it.
We had to board the flight directly; no jetway or covered walk. I dragged my luggage across the tarmac in the damn rain and finally got onto the plane. Wearing a white silk blouse had not been the most travel-savvy idea. My shirt was see-through and my nipples were poking out hard against the fabric. When I looked up though, I couldn't help but smile. Besides the one flight attendant, I was the only female on the flight. And some of the men had definitely noticed.
There were enough seats that all of us could have our own row, and even have rows between us. I moved towards the back of the plane and sat down across the aisle from a handsome young businessman. He hadn't even looked up to see me coming down the aisle. Well, he'd missed a show; my shirt was transparent at this point and my full D-cups were on display because I hadn't worn a bra to travel in.
Once I was all settled in my seat, slightly uncomfortable in my wet shirt, I looked around. The guy across the aisle still hadn't looked up. He was focused on some document on his computer. But I didn't mind his aloofness – I liked to look at him. He was well-dressed, his suit fitted to him. But he was also just incredibly naturally handsome. Straight, sharp nose and defined, square jaw. He had dark, wavy hair and tanned skin. He clearly took care of himself.
I entertained myself studying him until he had to put away the laptop for takeoff. He still didn't look over, just gazed straight ahead, clearly lost in thought about something.
Once we were in the sky, he took out his laptop again. We had a solid twelve hour flight ahead of us and I wondered if his battery would last the whole time. Surely he had to look over at me eventually. But he just made himself comfortable, taking off his jacket and letting it lay across his lap as his laptop turned on. I kept watching him as he pulled up a movie on his screen. He didn't even look away from the screen, just plugged in headphones and pressed play.
I wasn't sure what he was watching at first, but fifteen minutes later, I realized he was watching porn!
It had seemed like a normal movie, but when the main character got on the subway and a random girl started giving him a very obvious handjob, I realized that the kinky little bastard across the aisle from me was playing out the same fantasy I was. He wanted to be fucked somewhere public; he just was taking it a step further by watching porn on a plane.
I watched him more intensely and realized that under his suit jacket, his hand was moving. He was jerking off! Or at least rubbing himself.
Though he hadn't done so, I looked around surreptitiously. There was no one sitting behind us for at least eight rows. And no one directly in front of us either. The flight attendant was sitting in the back, reading a book. I turned back to the man across the aisle.
Why not?
In a quick motion, I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid across the aisle into the seat beside him. Now he was beside the window and I was in the middle seat. I reached up, removing the headphones from his ear and whispered, "Need a little help?"
He finally had looked at me, clearly startled. He had beautiful blue eyes.
Before he could reply, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, hard.
