Cabin Pressure

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Takeoff

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are closing the cabin door. Please place your belongings in the overhead compartment or under the seat in front of you...."

I didn't hear anymore. I was sitting in First Class, courtesy of the studio I was consulting for on a film with a lot of pleasure boating in it, actually it was pleasure boat exploding – a drug flick. Somebody from the manufacturer I had done some pretty successful consulting for had recommended me when the film's Producer had called looking for an advisor. I owed my client for that one. This had been terrific duty, despite the long hours and exhaustion. I had learned a lot, met some actors, some plastic and some genuine people, and added some terrific connections to my address book, and some unique experience and references to my resume. Life could be good. If I'd gotten laid, it would have been even better, that is if could have stayed awake long enough to cum.

"Sir!"

The touch on my left arm could not have been from the flight attendant. I was in the left aisle seat. It had to be the woman with the nice tits beside me. Hmm, I hadn't consciously observed them. Okay, I'll come back to earth for her. "Sorry?"

"I think you need to stow that bag." She said, looking at the Targus leather computer bag at my feet. We were sitting in the first row. Actually, though I didn't tell her so, I was thinking of switching seats. Of the four pairs of First Class seats on the plane, one pair was unoccupied – a great place for me to sleep through the trip. And I was sure the woman wouldn't mind, getting her own pair seats as a result.

I looked at my bag, then up at the wall before me, and rose to put the damn thing in the overhead. Rules, always with the rules.

"Please, let me help you," this voice was different, and from my right. The flight attendant insisted on taking the bag from me and putting it gently into the overhead rack above. The big smile, with just a twitch of one eye told me something more was meant by her civility. I smiled back and thanked her. As usual, I felt the increasing cabin pressure as the plane ramped it up to a constant equaling eight thousand feet for the flight.

As I turned to sit down again, I took pains to eyeball the two other couples in First – one about the same age as me and "old" compared to the younger couple, probably in their early twenties. They all seemed to be quite comfortable in their skin as well as their seats, so I assumed they were frequent First Class travelers. When I looked back to my seat, I couldn't help but notice my seatmate staring up at me. I smiled at her too. This was becoming a very happy flight.

"Thanks," I said to her, hoping to start a conversation.

"You're welcome," She responded, not wanting one to stop.

This was too good to be true. She appeared to be slightly younger than my 38 years, but well maintained. I guessed the wife of a wealthy Hollywood type, off on a junket to New York. "You sit here often?"

The line was so corny, she chuckled and said, "Not usually with such good company. Hi. I'm Valerie." She held out her right hand, face up.

I clasped it in my left hand and said, "Mitch." In the millisecond my muscles began to retract the appendage, I felt her wrap her fingers around three of mine, as many as she grab before they were gone, and grip me tight enough to let me know I was not to pull away.

"I hope you don't mind, Mitch," She said, smiling coyly. "Would you let me hold you, until we are safely in the air?"

With the surprise of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, only to be told to take all he wants, I froze my arm in place, took a moment to turn my head and look into her eyes and managed to say, "Not at all." I couldn't leave it at that though, "It's the least I can do."

She smiled, apparently relieved, and sat back luxuriously in the wide, stuffed leather seat, closing her eyes and smiling broadly at the insides of her eyelids. I couldn't look away that easy. I studied her face, the high cheek bones of an actress, wide gently curved eye formation, a nose that lifted slightly at the tip, lush but not overly plump lips, and a chin proud but not prominent. Her neck was partially obscured in her long, wavy dark hair.

She had prominent shoulders that justified and proportionately supported her accentuated chest. Damn she looked hot with those meaty breasts pushing out and up. The cashmere sweater only accentuated their shape and deserved a medal from me for doing so. I thanked it silently and day dreamed of slipping my hands up underneath it.

She wore a skirt of somewhat similar material, slightly darker to set off her curvy hips and beckoning thighs. The hem rode several inches above her stocking clad knees. I couldn't see much further.

When I looked back to her face, I found her right eye open slightly and the pupil pointing directly at me – busted. I quickly looked at my knees and rubbed them, realizing as I did that my pants were tenting.

She said nothing for several seconds, and I dared not look at her again until she did.

Yeah, right. Like I have that much will power. I turned to face her and apologize, but she was staring at the bulge in my pants. No mistake about it, she was breathing deeply.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard. This is Captain Richard Lassiter, and I want to brief you...."

I didn't hear a word of it. The woman was behaving badly. I mean she was fucking horny kind of bad! She gripped my fingers tightly and said, "I don't think I ever looked forward to one of these late flights like I do this one." Her eyes came up and met mine and she licked her lips, slowly.

The world was on edge. History was in the making. I was going to score on a flight across the country, join the seven mile high club, and for once I won't even try to sleep on the redeye. Scratch the empty seats. Life was good right here.

On our way to thirty-seven thousand feet, and orange and a tomato juices later, she still held my fingers in hers. What blew my mind however, was her slow but deliberate extensions, pulling my fingers forward, then pulling them back, as if she were jerking them off. I didn't dare wish for a similar action on my cock, and yet it was clear that was exactly the thought she wanted running through my head. I squirmed again in my seat.

"Would you excuse me a moment?" She said suddenly, letting go of my hand, and pressing down on my cock for balance, and rising from her seat.

I said, "Sure," and began to rise to let her out.

"No, no," She said, "I can get by." She did, but slowly, and pulling her hand off my crotch only when she had to. Her move was so bold I felt both thrilled and nervous. I looked across the aisle at the twenties couple and both were looking right at me, she by the window leaning forward with no effort to hide her staring. They smiled.

I smiled back and turned toward my center console as if to look for something, wondering how long they would stare. My dick however had mind of its own. That glorious woman was in the forward head, probably doing something related to seducing me, hopefully, and I was going to have to deal with the idea of overt sexual activity right there in my First Class seat. Movement caught my left eye.

Oh great! The other couple behind me, who I could see through the narrow slit between mine and the mystery woman's seat backs, were making out. We hadn't had dinner yet. The lights were all still on. One couple was making out, another, us, was playing footsie, and the third, the youngun's in the right seats, were getting an education. This was going to be one highly unusual flight.

Internal Navigation

Valerie had indeed freshened up, not that she'd needed it. She looked ready for whatever social event she was likely to attend in any city in the world. It was then that I noticed the rock on her left ring finger. Hell, it was the size of a marble. I held my ground this time as she stepped by me, both hands on my shoulders presumably for support. She did manage however to force me to spread my knees apart so she could pass one at a time.

She smelled terrific. There was musk, and sweetness at the same time. This woman knew how to get her man. She smiled that wide grin again, the kind of look actresses had to have to please the camera. Her hair was perfect, fluffed yet every strand in place, including the small gathering that curved forward to cover her right eye.

"Good evening again," The voice came from some other world. "Tonight we are serving your choice of filet mignon, Chilean Seabass (she pronounced it chil-A-en), and Cordon Bleu...."

I didn't hear the rest. I'd given up and just starred at Valerie. I was in lust with another man's wife. She was perfect. Perfect body, perfect beautiful face, perfect hair, perfect manners, and a damned sight better than perfect sexuality. She could have told me to jump off the plane and the only question I would have asked was, "Will you be there when I land?"

She said something, what was it? Oh, yes. "The fish, thank you."

Fortunately, the attendant saw my muddled state and asked, "And for you sir? The beef?"

That was all I needed to hear. "By all means." She took wine orders and moved on to the youngun's across the aisle.

Valerie looked at me and said, "I don't mind you know."

"Mind?" I asked.

"Your staring," She said.

That hit me like a fist. "Damn, I'm sorry. It's just that..." I couldn't explain it, at least didn't want to take a chance on fucking up a promising flight.

She said, "That's okay. I seem to have that effect on men. She lifted her left hand and showed off her ring. "It has served me well."

I loved the candor of this dreamboat of a woman, so much so I was still speechless.

"I have a surprise for you," She said. She also looked around the cabin, as if to ensure no one could hear us.

But it wasn't sound she was conscious of – it was sight. She picked up my left hand by those same three fingers, pulled her skirt up with her left hand, and placed my fingers directly on her melting snatch.

"Wow!" My mind shouted. "Ughhh..." my mouth gasped, and slipping and sloshing around in her absolutely sopping pussy is what my fingers did. We'd just climbed to 100,000 feet. We'd just reach Mach 10. My rocket just took off. It bounced up against my pants like a tent pole raised by elephants. It would never come down. I surely had died and gone to heaven. My temperature was rising so fast I nearly missed the approach of the attendant with our wine.

She helped both of us bring out our tables, while smirking knowingly at our clumsy recovery. In one of my many head movements back and forth to look like I was busy doing something, and not self-conscious, I saw Val wink at the attendant. What is it with women? They always seem to know something we men don't.

I didn't dare make eye contact with Valerie, not knowing whether I'd either crack up laughing or shrug in embarrassment. But the scent on my finger as I took my first sip of wine could not be ignored. The woman was hot. She oozed sex. I could have jumped her bones then and there and given her the fucking of her life, and something told me she wouldn't complain a bit.

But another scent wafted up too, and I'm not talking about wine. There was sex nearby, and I knew where it was. Then the people behind us were grunting. Obviously, they had declined the drink service in favor of extra curricular activity. I couldn't resist turning to see, when I bumped into Val's head bent on the same mission. We pulled back laughing silently, while she twisted herself further in her seat to finally pull her right knee up enough to expose her naked pussy to my gaze. I had to drag my sight off her just long enough however, to see the action behind. I let Val look low, and I looked from above her head.

I looked back through the crack and was amazed to see the woman sitting where the man had been, next to the window. Wait, she was sitting on the man!. And her dress was up around her waist, panties crotch pulled aside, and I could just see his shaft and balls, at least that part which was not buried in her pussy. The woman looked right at Val and smiled while she didn't miss a beat, or a plunge. Just what the hell is it with women!

The twist in my back forced me to relax back into my seat, but Valerie didn't move, at least not in that direction. While she continued to watch our seat mates to the rear, she used her left hand to raise mine and slip it under her cashmere sweater, up to her right breast, and let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted me mauling the thing.

To a voyeur like the flight attendant who frequently looked around her corner at us, one could scarcely see my arm slinking up to my left. But the sensations shooting back to my mind from every sensor in my hand, left no doubt as to what I was up to. I wrapped my fingers around as much flesh as I could envelope and it was definitely all hers – no plastic here. The soft yet firm flesh seemed to tingle under my touch, a sensation echoed by the soft cooing of Val as I worked.

I pulled the nipple between my first and second finger and manipulated it between them while the rest of my hand worked her flesh. I was having as much fun as Val was, and apparently the attendant was too. The more this went on, the more I lost my concern about being watched. In fact, I started to like it. I found myself performing for her as she reacted.

A shadow passed between us. It was a male attendant from the Coach section, and he was signaled by our gal to join her. For a moment, I hesitated, but she looked disappointed, but smiled when I resumed my ministrations. She pulled the hand of her associate up under her shirt and indicated to him to follow my lead.

He did, with no hesitation. When his and my eyes met, there passed an entire conversation. "These women were hot, horny, desperate for some risky business." We met the challenge gladly. He nodded almost imperceptibly back at me.

As I brought my gaze back to my immediate area, I couldn't help but notice that the young couple across from us was doing exactly the same thing! After a moment of shock, I thought to look back between the seats and sure enough, the couple behind began to mimic our action. We were now four couples sitting or standing in First Class, on a transcontinental flight to New York from Los Angeles, and in for a short night of long action. And there appeared to be no holds barred. After all, the flight attendants were in control of the plane, weren't they?

Initial Insertion

The food nearly didn't come, as didn't all of us, yet, but the flight attendant broke up the party a few minutes later to deliver our meals. There were big smiles all around, introductions and some story telling like it was old home week at thirty-seven thousand feet. The whole thing was surreal to me. And yet, every time I looked at Val, the look she gave me back was one of "Just wait until you see what I've got in mind for you!"

I couldn't wolf my food down fast enough.

When the dinnerware was finally cleared, the tables restored to their stored positions, Genie, the flight attendant, dimmed the lights, but I noticed did not turn them out as is usually the practice. Brad, the male attendant, came forward again through the tightly closed curtain, and joined Genie in the work area outside the bathroom. They both looked back at me.

I turned to avoid their gaze for a moment and found myself looking dumbly at Marie and Tony in the right seats. They too were staring at me. I turned mechanically and sure enough, like dogs waiting at the bowl to be fed, Patty and Will were seated behind us, looking at me for the next move. The pressure was immense.

I don't know if I can describe the feelings that went through my system, but I'll try. I wanted that woman in the seat next to me, badly, but I had an audience. I was self-conscious, all powerful, an actor in a porn movie, and a voyeur, not to mention taking a huge risk that someone in Coach class would come forward looking for an empty john. Little did I know at the time that Genie had turned on the "Out of Order" sign over the entrance to the First Class section.

The whole package overwhelmed me and I turned to look at Val, who was grinning, sitting almost sideways in her seat, her right knee up so high it rested against the seat back. This brought her skirt up to her waist, completely exposing her pussy, which seemed to be as eager and smiling at me as broadly as her face was.

I took one last look around to see that everyone was still watching, and saw that the women had already assumed as close a similar pose as they could. Ready, I slipped one hand down on Val's mound.

For several minutes, I simply massaged the entire area, paying particular attention to ensuring I was constantly applying moving pressure to her clitoris, usually with the heel of the palm of my hand. The power I was wielding over her, evidenced by her uninhibited moaning, stirring and gasping, could not be ignored. There were times that I could close my eyes and visualize what the scene looked like, four couples all doing the same thing. People who'd never met before and were suddenly naked playing with each other's genitals in an extremely public place. At least, that's the image I had, given what I'd seen of the rest of my ship mates so far. Finally, I could bear the suspense no longer and I looked around to see if that was the case.

The attendants were standing, Genie's closest leg propped up on a cubby in the work area bulkhead, her skirt completely up around her waist, with Brad down on his knees to accommodate performing my actions on her. Genie's eyes were intermittently rolling back in her head, then looking back at us for guidance. My cock pulsed strongly. Where had this all started? Why were they all following me?

The younin's were at it as well. Tony had Marie propped up on their center console for better access, but his action was patently following mine. They smiled at me.

Patty and Will behind us were mimicking our action exactly. Patty's pussy was wide open, and Will's hand was smothering it one moment, then pulling away the next, until Patty pulled a few of her vaginal muscles enough to trigger her man's resumption of duty. He was teasing her. She didn't seem to mind.

The whole scene was as surreal as ever, and yet so uninhibited and full of risk I shuddered in delight and rotated my hand a hundred and eighty degrees to allow first one, and then another finger to enter Val's slit while maintaining palm pressure on her clit. She winced with pleasure and pulled my head down to her tits. So much for watching everyone else.

I was blown away again by how wet she was. There was no doubt her expensive cashmere skirt was getting wet underneath. My fingers slid in and out so easily I couldn't help but visualize what it was going to feel like to get my cock in that hole.

What was I thinking! We're on an airplane seven miles above the earth! There's a hundred or more people behind us. There's nothing between them and us but a flimsy curtain. Hell, they could probably smell the sex wafting back through to them.

While I guiltily continued to wallow in this aromatic escapade of sexual exploration, I found my other hand manipulating her other breast. I don't know how or when it got there, but I must have trained it well for it was echoing my earlier action on her other side. Val was lying back against the seat and window with her head back and mouth open. She was already in heaven. I smiled at my work.