Kirsten walked onto United flight 817 from London Heathrow to LA, noticing it was only half full, not surprising for this time of year. She smiled at the cabin crew welcoming the passengers aboard, two of those at the hatch female, one a tall brunette, the other a skinny blond. Both, it seemed, wore the same perfume, that sweat, sickly smell that all flight attendants wore for long haul flights. The other steward was a male, tallish and fairly good looking, all though she would have made a bet that he was gay judging by his over the top good humour and gestures as the male passengers walked by.
Kirsten smiled and walked down the narrow walk way to her seat in economy class, wishing that her firm had paid the extra amount to fly her back in first class to America. She had enjoyed playing tourist in the cold wet city but was looking forward to being back in her own bed, in the warm weather, but that was still another 8 hours away at least.
"Hi, look's like I'm sitting next to you" a voice said. Kirsten looked up and saw the women trying to get by her. She was in her late 30's but still fairly attractive, although her beauty was hidden under a thick sweater and a pair of blue faded jeans. She was larger than Kirsten, and had a very English accent. A tourist, Kirsten guessed, drawing her legs back to allow her to pass, wondering why she didn't just sit in one of the many vacant seats in the half empty cabin.
"Look's like" Kirsten replied as the women dropped into the seat beside her, pulling the complimentary cushion and blanket away, dropping them onto the deck of the aircraft. Kirsten was a bit annoyed. Not only had new aviation laws not allowed her to take her favourite battery powered Vibrator onto the airplane, but she had been body searched after the airport X-Ray machines had detected her usual rubber one. That had been so embarrassing when she had been led to a side room, and had to explain why she was carrying it in her flight bag. And now, when she had the opportunity to play with it, some English woman had sat down beside, probably wanting to talk all the way to the States, even at 9:30 at night.
"So your American hey?" the lady asked. She pulled a couple of magazines from her bag and pushed it up into the overhead compartment, placing them in the pocket in front of her.
"For 22 years" Kirsten said, looking around the cabin discreetly, trying to find somewhere she could sit back and bring herself off, although the will to stimulate herself was growing less and less.
"Look, I've never flown before so I'm a little nervous. Feel free to say no but when we take off, can you hold my hand?" the lady asked. Kirsten nodded, resting her head on the head rest, fastening the seat belt and pulling the blanket around her body while keeping her right arm on top for this English lady to take hold of.
Kirsten dozed lightly for a few minutes while the crew performed pre-flight checks. She opened her right eye as a kid pumped into her, seeing the woman was reading a magazine. She sat stunned realising that it showed two people have sex, a well muscled white male plunging his smallish cock into some black woman's cunt. Kirsten was slightly amazed that this lady could openly be reading a pornographic magazine so openly.
Kirsten lent up, smiling to herself as the lady, embarrassed and turning red, hid the magazine in a copy of Cosmo, pretending to flick through the fashion sections as Kirsten yawned.
The crew started their usual instructions as the plane began to roll away from the gate, rain falling lightly on the cool hull of the aircraft. The chief, gay, steward, welcomed them aboard and began the safety procedures as the got to the take off run way, the captain braking to begin powering the take off engines.
The women slipped her hand into Kirsten's grip, Kirsten amazed at how warm and moist it was. She was sure she could smell cunt juice drifting up. Had this English woman been wanking herself off while sitting beside her?, maybe this wasn't going to be such a boring flight after all. The women tightened her grip as the plane accelerated forward, rolling down the runway until it lifted off the ground, pulling up into the dark stormy sky.
"See, that wasn't so bad." Kirsten said, resting their joined hands on her legs, realising this woman's hand was only inches from her crotch. She noticed the woman's hand was shaking slightly, and released her, pulling the thin blue blanket tightly around her body.
Kirsten brought up the map on the small screen as they announced the movies, and looked at the flight time. As they were flying into a storm, the flight was another 2 hours long to fly around it. She placed the pillow between the woman and herself and closed her eyes, no longer caring if she brought herself off.
Kirsten woke, slightly warm, her first sight being the map in front of her. The plane's icon was now over Iceland as it crossed over the Atlantic towards the States. She suddenly realised it was her map but the English woman's, and that her head was no longer on the pillow but on this woman's legs. She could smell an aroused cunt millimetres from her face. Not only that but she could feel fingers playing with the button's of her silk shirt.
