While waiting to board my flight from LAX to Seattle to visit friends, I nervously checked the weather report on my smartphone and noted that a huge storm that was raging. I knew that meant extra turbulence during the flight and for a minute I actually considered driving the 1,000 miles to Seattle instead. I took another Valium and leaned back in my seat, eyes closed, trying very hard to just relax.
We finally boarded and I was seated next to an older, handsome and very refined looking gentleman. He smiled at me as we settled in and we made small talk about the weather. He kindly assured me we would not crash and burn during this flight, we would land in Seattle safe and sound. I didn't want to be rude but he was certainly no expert and I was 90% certain we would end up crashing into a field somewhere because of this fucking storm!
I ordered a drink almost immediately and then another. Thank goodness for vodka. My seatmate ordered a drink as well and we graduated into more "intimate" small talk, such as what we did for a living, did we have children, pets, favorite movie, etc. I think he noticed my white knuckles and was trying to calm my nerves.
When the flight attendant nervously informed us that we were hitting bad weather and could we all take our seats and buckle up, please, just as a precaution, I downed my last drink and grabbed my seatmate's hand. He looked at me, surprised.
"I'm sorry to be so bold, but if this plane goes down, I'd like to be holding the hand of a very nice person while I die." I said, chuckling nervously.
He laughed and patted my hand. "It's quite alright and I don't mind. If it makes you feel better I'm glad to help." His eyes widened as we hit a nasty pocket of turbulence.
"Fuck!" I whispered loudly.
"Look." he said. "Think of it this way. There's really nothing we can do about this. Just pray or send positive energy out or whatever makes you feel better. Why don't you close your eyes and think about something really pleasant. No matter if we hit more turbulence, just focus on this pleasant image and don't deviate from it. Okay?"
"Okay. Okay. Thank you." I leaned back in my seat, closed my eyes and started to think about my pug Lola and flowers and rainbows and chocolate cake but none of that really made me feel better. I focused instead on the firm, large, warm hand that was now holding mine, absently caressing my fingers. I concentrated on how nice it felt. I began to imagine that same hand moving over my thighs and squeezing them, his fingers lightly traveling up my body to my tits, holding them firmly and softly pinching my nipples. I let out a soft moan. In response, he patted my hand and whispered, "It will be fine." I smiled slightly. If he only knew what I was cooking up in my brain.
I continued my mental relaxation technique. Now, his hands were undressing me, now they were holding my ass, now they were maneuvering my body to lie flat across his lap, on my belly, my head dangling towards the floor. Now he was sliding his fingers into my wet pussy and he finger fucked me gently. I shifted in my seat as my clit began to throb. Again, he gave me a reassuring pat on my hand.
I kept my eyes closed and imagined what this big man might say to me as I lay across his lap. "Have you been a bad girl?" he asked.
