100% Non-AI Fiction. All sexualized characters are adults.
Miles felt completely prepared for the long flight back to the states: noise canceling headphones, a plush, jumbo neck pillow, one extra large fluffy blanket, an opaque eye mask and a healthy buzz from the two cocktails consumed at the airport lounge. He surmised that he would need a full arsenal of comfort to contend with the astounding seventeen and a half hour flight from Sydney, Australia to New York City.
He casually floated down the wide center aisle of the large passenger jet, rolling his small, carryon suitcase behind him, unimpeded by foot traffic. For reasons beyond his understanding, only a smattering number of passengers had the same destination as him this balmy, autumn evening. He passed rows upon rows of empty seats on his way to his assigned chair.
Miles was delighted to discover that he had an entire section of the airplane all to his own. "This is incredible!" he marveled to himself, hoisting his small suitcase into the empty overhead compartment. "I'm going to get SO much sleep on this flight!" he smiled.
Nestling himself in the middle chair of the empty, three seated row, he wrapped himself in his warm blanket, drew the dark mask over his eyes and was just about to engage the noise canceling headphones, when a voice was heard.
"Excuse me." a female spoke in close proximity. "Is that window seat taken?"
Miles had to suppress the urge to curse. He contemplated pretending to be asleep in hopes that the stranger would move on to any other of the multitude of available seats.
"Helloooo?" insisted the woman, going as far as gently shaking Miles 'awake' with a hand on his shoulder.
With a visible sigh, Miles raised his eye mask, wearing a furrowed brow. To his surprise, a beautiful, young woman with wavy, dark brunette hair stood in the aisle. She was wearing a full length, oversized, zippered hoody that hung down to nearly the bottom hem of her short, floral patterned skirt. She had long, tan legs that shone bright with toned smoothness.
"Hiiii~!" she said, wincing through an apologetic smile. "Sorry! Can I sit with you, pleeeease!" she pressed her palms together in a prayerful gesture. "I absolutely hate to fly and I'm scared of freaking out by myself. Do you mind if I just sit next to you?"
Miles pursed his lips, untucking himself from his warm blanket. "Yeah... that's okay." he reluctantly replied. The young woman's alluring appearance caused his initial anger to waver. She had gorgeous blue eyes and smooth, well maintained skin and hair. Her full lips drew back to reveal a bright smile with straight, white teeth and cheery, round cheeks. Miles' breath was caught in his throat briefly at her stunning beauty.
"Thank you! I'm so sorry, again. You looked so comfortable." she said.
"That's okay." Miles replied, standing up and shuffling to the aisle to allow her access to the window seat. "I'm probably gonna go right to sleep again once we're cruising. Are you sure you don't want to sit next to somebody else?"
She looked around the nearly empty cabin. "Uhh... who? Everybody else on this flight is already paired up with someone. You were the only one I saw traveling alone. I promise I won't bug you! I just wanted to have someone sit next to me."
"I don't mind, if you don't." Miles said, standing before her.
"You are the BEST!" she grinned. With that, the woman spun around and bent over at the hips to lift her small carryon suitcase. Miles's eyes couldn't help watching as her short skirt rose, revealing her upper thighs. His gazed widened and his jaw slackened when her short skirt continued to raise, uncovering a large, plump, bubble butt adorned in a tiny, red pair of thong panties. With a grunt, the woman lifted up her case, struggling to hoist the luggage piece past her shoulders towards the overhead compartment. Miles assisted her when it looked as though she was going to be overwhelmed by the weight. The suitcase slid snugly beside his own.
"Phew! Thank you!" she exhaled, fanning her flushed cheeks with her hand. "Let me get this hoody off before I sit down."
From the corner of his eye, Miles subtly watched her hands raise to her collar and pull the zipper of her hoody down. Tan skin was revealed where he expected to see the fabric of a shirt or blouse, followed in surprising closeness by a line of deep cleavage beginning to appear. As the zipper continued to descend, Miles silently gasped at the sight of more and more inches of plump, bare cleavage being revealed, until he was nearly convinced that she was topless beneath her thick, shapeless hoodie. Finally, the staggeringly low neck line of a thin, satin top was uncovered at about the two thirds point of her zipper's traversal towards the bottom terminus. The immense bulge of her chest continued outward from the growing, open gap of her hoodie, until the deep shadow of a small waist finally appeared, proving the massive projection of this woman's unbelievably huge breasts just before the zipper completed its descent and the hoodie lapels separated.
Miles stood riveted as she pulled the thick garment open, sliding it from her bare shoulders. He nearly groaned out loud when two, stunningly giant, round breasts appeared, barely covered by a loosely draped satin shirt. Thin, maroon colored bra straps dug into her shoulders, keeping two large lace cups lifted up, the outside third of which were eclipsing the wide arm holes of her alarmingly loose top. The contrasting ratio between her thin waist and the outward flair of her massively large tits caused Miles' jaw to unconsciously fall completely open.
"Alright, I'm ready." the woman said, stuffing the hoodie next to her suitcase and closing the compartment door. "I really appreciate your patience."
"N-no problem!" Miles replied, his former annoyance evaporated into thin air. He held out his hand to present the empty row to her. "After you."
She shuffled sideways to the seat near the oval window. As she plopped down in her cushioned chair, Miles watched her huge breasts bounce in an enormous wobble. The profile of her lace bra was completely visible from openness of her wispy garment as she quickly fastened her seatbelt across her small waist.
Miles, once again, nestled himself in his chair beside her, gathering his fluffy blanket over his lap to obscure his growing erection from sight.
The flight attendants began to make their pre flight announcements, demonstrating the airplane's safety features.
"I'm Sky, by the way." the woman said, reaching over to shake Miles' hand. "Before you ask... yes, my parents were hippies."
"Hi, Sky. My name is Miles." he said, gently shaking her offered hand. He immediately noticed the persistent tremble in her grasp. "Everything is going to be okay, you know..."
She took a deep breath. "How ridiculous is it to be named 'Sky' and be so afraid to fly?" she chuckled with a quivering voice.
"The irony wasn't lost on me." he replied with a sympathetic laugh.
Just then, the plane began to slowly move backwards, pulling away from the airport terminal.
"Shit!" Sky exclaimed as she pressed herself against the seat back, gripping the armrests with a force that caused her knuckles to whiten.
"It's okay, Sky." Miles reassured her with a gentle pat over her clenched hand. She immediately disengaged her grasp from the armrest and urgently gripped his hand instead.
"You mind?" she asked with palpable anxiety. "This helps. Please, don't let go. Just until we're in the air."
"I don't mind, Sky." Miles smiled.
