Ethan was glad to finally be getting on the plane. They had been waiting for more than forty minutes, and in all that time, he had been growing more and more nervous. The nervousness had made his penis grow hard, and sitting with his parents made it extremely uncomfortable. The jeans he was wearing didn't help. He knew that their attention would be drawn directly to his erection, so he kept his jacket in his lap and tried not to squirm too much.
Maybe now that he was getting on the plane he would be able to sleep and his discomfort would go away. After this experience, he would never again take a late night flight like this.
He said hi to the stewardess inside the hatchway. She checked his ticket and pointed him down the aisle to his seat. The plane was practically deserted, except for a few people who were staying on board during the stopover. He was glad to see he wasn't the only one dumb enough to take such a late flight just to save some money.
Nearing his seat, he noticed he was approaching a young woman who was sitting alone in an aisle seat. All he could see was her face. She had straight black hair, dark eyebrows, and deep, blue eyes, startling in the smooth olive shade of her skin. Her lips were full, red, and pouty. She wore a short mini skirt, which showed off her gorgeous, long legs, long enough to wrap tightly around a man and pull him all the way in. Her waist was slim under a snug, tartan sweater. Her breasts seemed large enough to fit perfectly in his hands. The points of her nipple through the sweater almost begged to him to touch them.
As he walked past, she looked up at him and smiled, with a friendly nod. Her black hair danced delightfully, picking up the lights from the front of the plane. He smiled back. He figured she must be waiting for her boyfriend or husband to get back from wherever he had gone. Her eyes glanced down to his crotch and her expression changed to surprise, almost shock. Ethan realized she could see around his jacket, and was embarrassed that she had seen the long lump hanging down his jeans. He quickly moved past and sat in his seat by the window a few rows behind and across the aisle from her. Every muscle in his body seemed to tremble, except his cock, which was painfully hard.
Ethan kept his jacket in his lap and sighed. It did not take long for the few people taking the flight to board, and he was relieved when the plane began to taxi away from the terminal. The stewardess went through the orientation on how to use the mask in case of emergency and where the exits were, but Ethan didn't pay any attention to that. He was anxious for the plane to get off the ground and level off in flight so he could settle back and sleep, except that he was annoyed that his penis was still as hard as a steel pipe, and he didn't know why.
He also noticed that the attractive young woman a few aisles ahead was still sitting alone. Before long a stewardess came along to ask him if he'd like a blanket and a pillow. Ethan thankfully took both, and noticed that the black-haired young woman's head turned when she realized someone was sitting not far behind her. Ethan spread the blue blanket over himself and, as he was laying his head against the small pillow, saw the young woman turn to look at him. She smiled brightly at him for a moment, and he smiled at her, then she turned back. She wouldn't be the reason his penis was so hard, would it? he thought, then closed his eyes and tried to force himself into sleep.
The slight motion of the plane and the soft noise of the engines was helping him doze off. He felt a gentle touch on his shoulder and opened his eyes. For a moment he was disoriented, then he tried to figure out who had woke him up. It was her, the attractive young woman with the dark hair. She was leaning over the seat, smiling at him, her dainty hand on his shoulder.
"Hi," she said softly, and sat down next to him. "Tricia," she said, holding out her hand.
"Uh, Ethan," he said, and shook her hand. He was still feeling a little disoriented. He realized his penis was still rock hard, and was afraid she would be offended if she found out.
He glanced down at her legs when she crossed them. She was wearing dark stockings. His prick jumped at the thought of dragging it slowly up her legs, up her calves and thighs and sliding it deep into her. He thought about feeding it into her warm, wet mouth and creaming on her tongue. The sight in his mind of her sweet mouth closed around his cock made his own mouth water.
"You're horny as hell, aren't you?" she said. She was looking deep into his eyes.
"Huh?"
"I can tell." She looked right down in his lap. "Your cock makes one hell of a lump. I could see it when you walked past. I bet you shocked some of those stewardesses up front."
Ethan blushed. "That happens sometimes. I don't mean to do it."
Tricia grinned broadly and put her hand over the lump in the blanket. "Goddamn, it's so hard," she said. Ethan could feel the gentle heat of her hand surge through the blanket and his jeans. She slipped her hand under the blanket and put it on his erection, squeezed it and stroked her hand up and down its length. "You've got a huge cock."
Ethan was tense all over, and squeezing the arms of the seat so hard he might have pulled them right off.
"Thanks," he said.
Tricia looked up the long row of seats. There wasn't a stewardess in sight. She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I think I can take care of that hard-on for you. Follow me." She suddenly kissed him on the mouth and pried his lips apart with her tongue and slipped it into his mouth. She pulled away. "God, you got my pussy dripping."
She stood up and started down the aisle to the back of the plane. Ethan got up and followed her, gazing entranced at the sight of her beautiful ass. She went right to the lavatories at the back, went into one of them, and motioned for him to quickly follow her.
The pretty stewardess who had given Ethan the blanket and pillow suddenly appeared between him and Tricia and walked up the aisle toward him. She smiled at him and said hi softly. He had nothing to cover up the front of his pants, and he was sure she would see the outline of his cock.
There was not much room in the aisle for them to pass. She turned her back against the nearest seat to allow him to pass. He tried to slip by quickly, stepping sideways while he was facing her. The plane rocked slightly at the moment when they were directly face to face and she lost her balance and leaned toward him with a soft cry of surprise. She was smiling with embarrassment as she put her hand up to catch herself and pressed against his chest. He caught her with his hands around her slim waist, but not before her lower belly pressed again his groin. He watched her face. Her smile disappeared and he knew she had felt his cock pressing into her belly. She quickly looked up into his eyes and in them he saw a soft, curious expression of desire. She, too, he noticed, had lovely breasts, and they felt quite good against his chest.
They were pressed against each other for a moment longer than it seemed they should have been. She quickly straightened herself up, blushing in embarrassment, and she slipped past. For another moment, he watched her go, then turned back to Tricia.
She was standing at the open door of the lavatory, smiling broadly, almost laughing. She had watched the whole thing and appeared to be very amused. Ethan walked toward her quickly. Her figure was outlined by the soft light of the lavatory behind her and she looked ravishing. He was more horny than ever at that moment, and he almost thought about asking that stewardess to join them.
He finally reached the lavatory and fell right into Tricia's arms. The door closed behind them and her tongue plunged into his mouth. He slid his hands down and squeezed her ass and she ground her groin against the big lump in the front of his pants.
"That was so funny," she laughed when she broke away. "I thought she was going to pull her skirt up and fuck you right there."
"I don't think I would have stopped her," Ethan said, holding her waist. Her hips flared out beautifully under his fingers.
"I don't think so, either," she giggled. Her nimble hands quickly opened his jeans and reached in for his cock. Her mouth opened wide when she pulled it out and she looked down. "My God, what a cock," she said a little too loud. She pulled her skirt up, crouched down, and licked the head. "Joe's isn't nearly this long. But he's a mouthful, too."
"You have a boyfriend?" Ethan said.
She looked up at him from the floor with her wide, alluring eyes. She was stroking his cock with both hands, resting the huge, round head against her soft cheek. Ethan stared down at her, entranced by her beauty. She was wearing dark stockings and a garter belt under her skirt. Her legs were smooth and tan and flawless.
