If you haven't read Chapter One of this story, refer there for background information.
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I left the limo driver sitting in his car, and quickly checked my baggage. I was anxious to get on the plane and relax. I was still dead tired from lack of sleep the night before.
I found my gate and sat there for a while, fighting drowsiness. After half an hour or so, they said my row could begin boarding, and I quickly made my way onto the plane. I had a middle seat, which I was not very happy about. I saw a kid about my age walking down the aisle, stop at my row, look at the number twice, then motioned to me that his seat was the window. I didn't feel like getting all the way up, so I let him squeeze by me. He was slightly pudgy, so he had a bit of difficulty wedging himself into his seat. He also shoved his rather large ass into my face as he went by. I was slightly annoyed by his unorthodox movements, but didn't say anything besides "Hello" to him.
The next person to sit down was a man about fifty, and had the aisle seat to my right. He was a fairly normal looking, business traveler, a suit and tie on. His hair was a fading gray, his skin just beginning to hang off his face. He looked awfully tired, but noticed me and nodded hello.
The plane departed, they served us some shit for food that I immediately threw out, and then I went to sleep. I slept for about a half an hour, and then I needed to go to the bathroom.
I woke to the sound of the man next to me snoring, and I did my best to get by him without disturbing him. But I was unsuccessful, and he woke up to the site of my ass in his face.
"Oh! Jeez, you startled me." He said to me.
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to."
"It's quite alright." And I continued on to the bathroom.
When I returned, he smiled at me, and I decided to give myself a challenge. If I could make that limo driver cream all over the front seat of his car, maybe I could make this guy cum in an airplane full of people. So, in order to tease him, I'd have to give him a little more skin. I had been wearing a baggy sweater the whole time, because I had on my super-tight shirt on under it, the one I had put on in the car. That was the perfect garment to tease him in, so I whipped off my sweater, and his jaw dropped. I could tell he was attracted to me from the beginning, but now he was in a trance. My nipples were quite visible, standing in the center of my perfectly round, youthful tits. I opened the overhead bin that was directly above him, and leaned toward it to put my sweater away. I exaggerated my leaning, because I wanted to but my breasts as close to his face as possible. I would guess they were less than a foot from him, and he was making no effort to move back away. I struggled with my sweater for a few moments, and then successfully got it into the compartment. He started to get up to let me back to my seat, but I wanted him to stay where he was.
"Oh, no, don't bother getting up, I can climb over you." I said, as I put one leg over his, facing him. I paused, grinning slyly as I watched him looking at me. In the moment I was standing there, directly in front of him, a jolt of turbulence hit our plane, sending me onto his lap. I didn't purposely do this, but my boobs went right into his face, his nose going between them. My hands, trying to support my body, instinctively went to his thighs.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I—" I stammered to him when I realized where my hands were. Seemingly innocent, I moved my right hand onto his crotch in an effort to push myself up. When I put my hand there, I felt a rock hard cock, pushing back up in his pants. I used my other hand to pick myself up, but squeezed his cock a few times before I got up. I all happened very quickly, and he couldn't assume I meant to put my hand there.
"I'm alright, I'm alright, are you ok?" he said to me.
"Yes, I'm fine, you broke my fall. Thank you for catching me." Even though he didn't.
All the commotion in the seat next to him woke up the teenager sitting in the window seat on the other side of me. He saw me without my sweater on, and his pudgy face was locked on me. I sat down in my seat, and reached up and turned on the air vent above me. The cold air felt good, and I pointed it right for my chest.
"Phew, rough flight eh?" I said to the window seat kid, turning towards him.
"Uugh, yeah. It is." Even though it hadn't been until that moment. I knew my nipples had already reacted to the cold air, and they were practically popping out of my shirt. I looked down, and my areola were visible as well, encircling my nipples. After a few more minutes, the flight attendants came around with drinks, and I ordered only water.
"Miss, would you like a blanket? You look cold." The attendant asked.
"No thank you." I didn't want to cover up just yet.
After she left, I asked the two guys: "I wonder why she thought I was cold? That's interesting."
They both said simultaneously "I dunno, you don't look cold to me." And looked at my chest. We all got our drinks, and the aisle guy fell asleep immediately after drinking his cocktail. I elbowed him a few times and found he was a sound sleeper. The window kid was listening to music, and not paying any attention to us, so I decided to do a little more than bump the old guy.
I slid my hand under his food tray that his drink was on, and traced the outline of his cock. I found he was fairly well hung, about seven inches and good width, and rubbed and squeezed him a few times.
The flight attendant was walking down the aisle, so I stopped molesting this guy and asked her for the blanket she had offered earlier. She quickly returned with it, and I spread it over my lap and legs. I wanted to keep my breasts visible.
I saw the kid to my left looking out of the corner of his eye at me, so I leaned over toward him, pretending to be looking for a magazine in the seat pocket in front of him. My left boob was pressed against the back of his hand, which he kept on his armrest. I leaned farther over, pinning his hand under my tit. To my surprise, he pulled his hand away. I thought he would never have washed that hand again, but apparently I didn't have the effect on him that I predicted.
After a second, he slid his hand back under me, this time palm up. He just wanted to feel my round breasts in his hand. He squeezed me a few times, and then I sat back up, not acknowledging he had blatantly squeezed my tit. He was perplexed. I turned my attention to the sleeping man next to me.
He was still out like a light, so I figured I could mess with him a little more. I very, very gently picked up one of his hands that was sitting on his lap, and moved it over to my lap. I waited a few seconds, then when I thought he was used to having his hand there, I gently moved it onto my tanned thigh. Again, I waited a second, then extended one of his fingers, and moved it under the hem of my short khaki shorts. Then I slowly pushed his finger closer to my nearly hairless pussy; until I felt his finger tip slightly enter me. I put the blanket over me and waited a few minutes, acting like I was asleep. Then I nonchalantly elbowed him just hard enough to startle him awake, and continued to act like I had been sleeping the whole time. I heard him awaken, then realize where his hand was, and pull it back quickly. I thought about awakening then, and asking him why his hand was in my pants, but I was more interested in what he would do if I didn't know.
He was obviously baffled as to how his hand got there, but he liked the fact that it was there. He thought for a few minutes, and then I felt his hand back under the blanket, working its way into my shorts. His large fingers awkwardly got to my crotch, and he pushed one of them deep inside my tight slit. I had never been very fond of being fingered, and he wasn't great at it either, so I "woke up" while he was still there and pulled his finger out. He thought I meant I didn't approve of him being there, so he started to remove his hand. I had other plans for him.
