"Please be sure to fasten your seat belts low and tight across your laps" the flight attendant dutifully intoned through the PA system.
It had been a long few days of meetings and I was happy to be headed home. Though, as a single guy, that didn't mean much. An empty apartment and a love starved cat. But I missed my bed, my shower, and all the things that make your house your "home."
But there was still the four hour flight from Chicago to LA to look forward to. The only hopeful thing was that the plane seemed especially empty for a change. I had an exit row on the left half of the plane to myself.
On the other side was an attractive young couple, probably in the mid twenties, I thought, across the way. I noticed them when they first got on the plane. She was Phillipino with long straight hair. She was wearing sunglasses and a tight long-sleeved t-shirt with a neck line that scooped down just above the top of her bra. She was wearing dark, formfitting jeans and converse tennis shoes. He was an attractive guy with chiseled features. His tight t shirt highlighted the fact that he worked out, and a tattoo peaked out under his left sleeve.
"Hi" she said. He just sort of turned and looked at me, barely acknowledging my existence.
"Hi" I returned the greeting. I don't really like talking to people, much less people on plane, so I tried not to encourage her with anything more.
"Are you going to LA?"she asked.
"Yes. I'm going home."
"We're going to LA too." She paused. "It's our honeymoon. I'm Jasmine and this is Lance."
"Oh, congratulations; nice to meet you."
"We've never been to LA before."
"Oh. Where are you from?"
"A town in Southern Illinois, not too far from St. Louis."
"Well you'll have a great time. It's a great city and there's a lot to do. Have a good time."
The engines on the plane roared and we slowly lifted off the ground. The flight attendants performed the food and beverage service and then announced "we'll be dimming the cabin lights. If you need additional lights please use the reading light above your head."
I turned on the light and pulled out my computer. There was some work I hoped to accomplish; plus it would make the flight pass faster. I stretched my legs across three seats and plopped my computer on my lap. Man was this sweet. Stuff like this never happens to me. I'm the guy who gets stuck in a middle seat between two fat people.
Across the way Jasmine turned on her light. Both she and Lance had pulled blankets over themselves.
After working away for a few minutes I started to sense movement across the aisle. Since I was already pointed in their direction I discretely raised my eyes to look over in their direction.
Under the blanket I could see the unmistakable movement and rhythm of Jasmine giving her new husband a hand job. I tried not to look to obvious but this was a sight. Her hand pumping up and down under the blanket while her breasts gently jiggled from the movement of her hand.
Just then our eyes locked. Shit. She'd caught me watching. Now I'm not going to see how this ends. But without missing a beat she surreptitiously moved her arm and the blanket fell off of Lance's lap exposing her hand stroking the biggest cock I had ever seen. Her hand was nowhere near big enough to stretch around his member.
Lance just lay back in his seat with his eyes closed oblivious to the fact that his wife was giving this hand job to a private audience..
Lance began to move in his seat, his hips rotating gently. Jasmine bent her head toward his penis, holding her mouth just over his gigantic penis head and looked directly into my eyes. As she did this he shot his a very copious load of sperm on her face.
