Hand jobs, what is there to say about hand jobs? Does anyone look at them as any sort of sexual highlight? After maturing beyond spin the bottle, hand jobs are often the first progression to something more exciting than just kissing. By the time a guy first gets jerked off, it could still potentially be years before he gets much more.
Those years can seem like a tough wait. Instead of enjoying a hand job for what it is, half your wits are spent trying to negotiate for something more. Fool heartedly putting at risk the satisfaction at hand with abrasive persistence. It's a delicate balance when even mild suggestions like giving it a kiss can break the mood. 'A bird in the hand...' as they say.
With that sort of scar tissue, it's easy to understand why hand jobs are so underappreciated. It's almost always appraised as a transitional activity, nothing more than a prep for greater events.
After all, I've never heard a guy speculate on a passing girl's manual dexterity. I've also yet to have a girl confide to me that a hand job was her special skill. Still I think there's something to be said about the hand job. There are occasions and circumstance when a hand job on its own can be the star. Which brings me to just such a story.
Back when I was twenty-two I dropped out of University and moved to Whistler, BC.
I'd saved up barely enough to cover the flight. The only reason that I even had any surplus cash was because I'd managed to get a great deal on the ticket. It was so cheap, because a strike at the airline was expected to be called any day. Since most people were avoiding the airline out of fear of having their plans interrupted, the fares had been drastically cut.
I managed to get my flight out before any strike action and the plane was practically empty. Since I'd never flown before I thought it was normal. It was only when I asked the stewardess that I found out that the flight would usually have been full.
Back then alcohol was complimentary on planes too. With hardly anyone on the fight there was no waiting for service either. Just press the button for the stewardess and place your order.
Almost an hour into the fight a lady who had been a couple rows back, moved up into the row of seats behind me. My seat was reclined back and she smiled at me through the gap in the seats. I politely smiled back, appraising her as older than me and pleasantly attractive.
I'm generally not a social traveler. Some people like to chat with strangers they meet, but my preference is to keep to myself. I'd rather read or watch a movie. When she started making small talk, the free drinks helped make me more social than usual. Then after just a few pleasantries, she asked if I'd mind if she sat with me.
Once she sat down beside me she introduced herself, "I'm Laurie by the way."
"Hi, I'm Mike," I replied.
"I hope you don't mind me joining you," she confided. "There was a guy in the row behind me that was bothering me."
"Really, what was he doing?" I asked wondering how I became a safe harbor.
"I don't know," she waffled. "He just wouldn't stop trying to talk to me. He was making me a feel uncomfortable."
Instead of recognizing any irony, I just expressed concern before we began getting to know each other.
I told her about my plans and she told me that she was on her way home from visiting her boyfriend.
Laurie was petite with wavy black hair that fell just past her ears. She had hazel eyes and a few freckles that ran across her nose. She was twenty-eight, which for me at the time, made her an older woman.
Laurie confided with me that she was a little upset. She had fought with her boyfriend before she left. She told me that he was really jealous and it was making things difficult. She also admitted that he had some reason to be jealous. She had made a few mistakes with other guys in the past, but now she was doing her best to make sure nothing like that happened again.
I agreed that long distance relationships were tough and fraught with difficulties. At least so I'd heard, I'd never been in one myself. Then after another drink or two, as if to illustrate just the sort of challenges faced when couples are apart, Laurie and I began making out.
It wasn't just mild kissing either. Laurie and I were groping one another with dizzying abandon. It would have been quite a spectacle if the plane weren't so empty. Fortunately, no one had a direct view of us. Likely the only people aware of what was going on between Laurie and I were the stewardesses and the guy a few rows back that Laurie had rejected.
Right there in our seat I slide my hand under Laurie shirt and played with her tits. I even undid a few up her top buttons and sucked on her pert nipples.
Laurie stopped me saying, "No, I can't." With that we went back to kissing and mild fondling.
The fondling didn't stay mild for very long. Soon I had the top of Laurie's pants undone and my hand was touching her pussy.
When my finger slide between her damp lips Laurie again weakly said, "No."
This time she kept kissing me back while I fingered her. After adequately exploring her moist pussy, I eventually did remove my probing digit. I only did it though, because my finger was wet enough to feed Laurie a taste of her juices.
It was tight squeeze getting my hand down into Laurie's pants. So before I went back for more I tried pushing her jeans down a bit for better access. Laurie cooperated by arching up, allowing me to get her jeans down over her hips. It was just far enough down that I could easily get my fingers into her pussy without completely exposing her. I could see a little tuft of black fur and naked skin. If anyone walked by though, they'd really need to take a good look to see anything. Which isn't to say it wouldn't have been obvious what was going on.
Our heads were together at the top of our seats and looking down Laurie's body could see my hand disappearing between her legs. She was getting really wet and her hips demonstrated her pleasure. Rising and falling on her seat, she wriggled her pants down just a little bit more. Nuzzling against me as she writhed, Laurie's whispered moans tickled my ears.
Laurie and I shared the taste of her pussy on my fingers from time to time. Every so often I'd try to slide her pants further down. Laurie always stopped me though. Down to her thighs seemed to be her limit. No matter how much she was enjoying being finger fucked, Laurie never got so carried away as to let me get any further.
I whispered in her ear, "We could try one of the washrooms?"
"No, they'll know," Laurie fretted.
"I don't think they'd even notice," I lied. When I'd glance back over our seats, I could already see that the stewardesses were occasionally peeking out from their station in our direction.
"No, we'll get caught," Laurie insisted.
The plane was empty enough and I was so horny would have fucked her right in our seats. I think I pushed as far as I could. Once I'd tried everything I could think of a few times, I realized I just had to make the most of what Laurie was offering.
Reconciled to only fingering Laurie, I placed her hand on the bulge in my pants to inspire some reciprocity. Responding Laurie groped my shaft through my jeans, as I reached across sliding my right hand between her legs.
The more carried away Laurie got the more she grasped at my cock. It felt good, but my cock's confinement was a little uncomfortable. Temporarily switching my hand on Laurie's pussy, I loosened my belt and undid the top of my pants. Then again guiding Laurie, I slipped her hand inside my jeans.
