The plane was boarding, and I and my wife were eager to get to our seats. We were heading home after a one-week vacation at the beach—sun, sand, and drinks, right? Actually, it wasn't a great week. We were supposed to be having a romantic time together to help rekindle a relationship that, frankly, has been on the rocks.
I really wanted to make things work with my wife and thought there was a chance this vacation would change things. But we had a huge argument over a trivial issue on the way there, starting off on the wrong foot. That led to a tense week with frequent blow-ups. It all added up to no intimacy and, worse yet, no privacy in our small hotel room to "take care" of things on my own.
So, after a week of laying on the beach watching gorgeous women in tiny bikinis walk by and no outlet for my rising desire, I was bitter, pent up, and eager to just get home to return to my life where I could at least take some time alone for release.
The boarding began, and my wife and I found a seat near the middle of the plane. Hoping to get some space from each other, and anyone else, we sat one seat apart with me on the aisle. The plane continued to fill, and one by one, the sunburned old folks and noisy kids streamed by. Opening up a book, I waited for takeoff.
After a moment, I heard someone say, "Is that seat taken?"
"Shit," I thought, "no luck here either."
"I'll slide over, hang on," I said, and moved to the middle next to my wife, who recoiled a bit in her seat to avoid touching me.
"Leave me a little space," my wife said coldly.
I got settled and looked over at our new rowmate: I almost groaned as I realized this week was going to get a little longer. It was a woman, looked to be in her 30s, and she was stretching up to the overhead compartment, struggling to get her bags stored. Her shirt was pulled up, revealing dark toned abs above full round hips that bulged below her waist, and the hint of groomed pubic hair peeking out from her very low-riding shorts.
Across from our row, a friendly older man saw her struggling and offered to let her put her smaller bag under his seat since he had nothing to store there. The woman thanked him, turned, and leaned down to store the bag.
I got an eyeful of her inviting ass, which now tested the limits of her shorts. Below the soft bulges, I even caught a glimpse of where the fabric creased to fit the form of the slit beneath. I imagined positioning myself behind her, right here in public and...
"Oh god, what am I doing?" I thought. I had started to become uncomfortable in my shorts as I reacted to the sight before me. "What am I in middle school again?!" I definitely didn't want this to happen right in front of my wife, how would we ever repair things then?!
I looked down, embarrassed, for a moment and the woman turned back around to get settled in her seat. But before doing so, she paused and began to pull her overshirt up over her head. Back arched, arms raised in the air, shirt obscuring her face, I couldn't resist the opportunity to look back at her.
Her narrow waist was on full display as the bottom of the white tank top she wore underneath was pulled up with the shirt. But what was above that caught my attention the most: jutting out from her chest was an enormous pair of breasts, double D's at least, and from the way they slouched in her tank top, obviously all natural.
To make matters worse (better?), the outline of two erect nipples emerged from the friction of her overshirt—they got so hard I could even see the follicles of each areola pressed into the fabric. The sheerness of the white tank top gave me the impression that her nipples were dark, almost brown. This was a blessed woman.
With the overshirt off, she sat down, placed the shirt on her lap, and put on her seatbelt. She turned and looked right at me. She had skin with dark undertones, not just a tan, and long dark brown hair, with a wave that made it look just a little unkempt. Her eyes were a deep brown and she wore dark eyeliner on long lashes. Her lips were full, styled with a pale-pink gloss, that looked like they always had upturned corners in a devious, experienced half-smile.
"I hate these, do you might if I put it up?" she asked, pointing to the armrest between our seats.
"No, no problem," I managed to say and she lifted it up, with the long, dark fingers of her hand brushing up my exposed arm as she did so. A quick, accidental poke from her black-painted fingernails sent a vibration through my body and the tightness in my shorts became excruciating. It was then I felt a tiny drop of precum drip onto my leg. "Fuck," I thought.
"I'm Julia," she said.
"Nice to meet you!" It was my wife suddenly speaking, and I was jarred back to reality, quickly recovering the space between my legs as my excitement was extinguished. I was also relieved, though, because now my wife wouldn't see what had happened—a straw that might have broken our marriage's back.
We introduced ourselves—Julia said she was heading out on business, giving her a chance to get away from the husband and kids. My wife told her about our vacation, making it seem as though we'd just come from paradise, forget the fact that it was miserable for us. At that point, the plane began to move and we settled in for the 2 hour flight home. My wife put on her headphones, I grabbed my book, and Julia leaned back and closed her eyes.
About an hour into the flight, my wife had fallen asleep, and I glanced over to Julia. Her eyes were closed, and it looked like she was having an intense dream as I could see her eyes moving beneath her eyelids.
I took the opportunity to glance down at her cleavage, and was rewarded when I realized that the angle she was sitting allowed be to look right down her neckline to see the underside of one of her breasts. Her chest jiggling from the plane's movements, her nipples again poked out and from the side I could see now that they were a full half-inch protruding, begging to be sucked by anyone lucky enough to...
"God damn it, not again!" I thought, as my penis got worked back up. I was about to turn back to my book when I happened to look further down on Julia's body. Her right hand was under the shirt on her lap, and I could distinctly see it moving in a rhythmic motion.
"Holy shit, she's pleasuring herself!" This, I had to see. Eyes still closed, she worked her hand between her thighs. The pace was increasing. Her chest was rising and falling as her breathing increased. A few beads of sweat appeared just above the ridge of her deep cleavage. I watched, jealously, as they slid down her smooth brown skin, between those luscious melons.
Her mouth opened slightly, her tongue, almost invisible, rubbed along her lips. Her chin rose slightly, and then I heard a little gasp and a quiver shot through her body starting from between her thighs and emanating up to the back of her neck and down to the tips of her toes. Her eyes opened, unfocused and with a faraway, intense, look. Then they flitted over my direction and I think I looked away just before her beautiful brown irises perceived my gawking. It was at about that time that I noticed the flood of precum leaking down my leg out of my shorts!
