I'm flying back to Philly from Seattle - a quick turnaround after flying up with my son to meet his father for the summer where he was already vacationing. A flight attendant recognizes me from the flight out 2 hours before and asks where my little boy is, as she had chatted with us a couple times on the previous flight. I tell her, and she chats with me for a moment and moves to get on the plane.
I am called to the counter a few moments later and told I am being upgraded to a first class seat, as there are several available and a member of the crew had nominated me.
When first class pre boards, I gratefully take my very comfortable seat and accept a complimentary drink- scotch as I am trying to relax and distract myself. The plane I am on is used only for long flights and the first class seating is very nicely laid out for relaxation- each row of seats has a wall separating it from the others, with a curtain that can be pulled for privacy from the aisle. I'm in the window seat, hopeful that the aisle seat beside me stays available.
The attendant I had spoken to near the gate stopped to speak to me, a second scotch in her hand, she gave me a wink and we ended up speaking for about 10 minutes, as most first class passengers hadn't boarded yet. We ended up comparing notes about crappy exes who take advantage of every opportunity to undermine us in custody court just to basically neglect the child while they have them- she had very similar headaches to mine.
We had to stop our conversation when the second man in the row behind us arrived, I hadn't even realized someone was already sitting there, and was somewhat uncomfortable with a stranger having heard some of what she and I had been talking about.
She got a drink for the new comer, and sat quickly in the seat beside me. "Hey, I live just outside the city, too. I just moved there, and haven't developed much of a social life. It's not normally something I would do, but would you like to get a drink sometime?" I agreed and we exchanged numbers quickly, then she got busy as the rest of first class started to fill up.
It's a late afternoon departure, and after takeoff dinner is served. While eating, I notice a man from the row behind get up to use the restroom and when he returns to his seat he sort of slow walks past my row. I recognize him from the gate area- I had felt like he was staring at me and gotten up to move after giving him a dirty look. The look he gave me now seemed kind of smug and I was apprehensive, despite how he looked.
He was older than me, with an attractive face. He obviously took care of himself and was in good shape, but not a gym rat- there wasn't a six pack under his shirt, but he was clearly strong. I might have been flattered by his attention if he hadn't seemed so intense- and rude!- about it. I didn't hear him return to his seat, and heard a murmured conversation at the back of first class, which I ignored and put my headphones in to watch a documentary I had downloaded.
Moments later I was interrupted by activity in the empty seat beside me. The flight attendant was helping that same man move into the empty seat near me. "Hope you don't mind, the man beside me spilled an entire bottle of water into my seat while I was in the bathroom. This is the only available seat."
I gave a small smile and nod, saw my new friend rolling her eyes behind him and grinned at her, which he noticed and seemed to annoy him, then returned my full attention to my phone. I was unsettled by the closeness to him, but couldn't put my finger on why, so I decided to be polite but mostly just ignore him. I planned to sleep for the flight anyway.
"Before you get too comfortable, I'm going to use the restroom, excuse me." I said to him, stowing my phone and headphones in the pocket on my armrest.
As I passed him, I felt the skirt of my wrap dress snag - I thought on the arm rest, but when I twisted my hips just a bit to free it, I thought for just a second it looked like his finger was hooked at the hem. I was sure I was seeing things. Allowing the unease that I couldn't explain to run away with me.
When I returned, he seemed distracted with his own phone, and I moved past him to my seat. As I was putting my headphones in, he asked me if I minded if he closed the curtain for our row so he could nap. I agreed, trying to be accommodating, and because I wanted to sleep as well.
I switched my phone to an e book- an erotic novel I had a little left to read, and about half an hour later he seemed to have fallen asleep, and I had finished my book, and reclined my seat to do the same.
Perhaps reading that particular story ending hadn't been the wisest choice, as I seemed to be dreaming immediately, and my dreams were every bit as erotic as the story. My dream lover was firm, insistent, he seemed to know exactly how and where to touch me. It was an amazing dream.
I woke up having an orgasm. I was suddenly snapped to reality by a few things. My skin was bare, there was a hand at my throat, another between my legs, fingers inside me, thumb still playing with my clit. I felt panic rising even as my body was still responding to his pumping fingers and swirling thumb. I think he was aware I wasn't asleep anymore because the hand at my throat stopped gently squeezing and moved up to cover my mouth.
I moved to try and push him away and realized I couldn't. My wrists were secured to the armrests, and my ankles were secured to something under the seat so that my knees were pulled to the corners of the seat, legs open to his attentions. There was nothing I could do about it.
He leaned down over me, mouth right at my ear. "Struggle if you need to, but you aren't going to get anywhere and those zip ties are just going to cut you." His fingers were still working and to my horror, I was grinding against them. He breathed in deeply through his nose, "mmm your sex smells so good." I whimpered, I couldn't hold it in, and felt a measure of additional wetness flow at his words. "Such a dirty little slut I've discovered. I think I may keep you..."
I was horrified, violated, embarrassed, upset...and so completely responding to his touch anyway. My libido was always strong and since I'd been asleep when he began, it was like a freight train running at full speed away from what my mind wanted me to do. I could hear how wet he had made me, I couldn't stop bucking and grinding for more. Even when I realized the state I was in.
"I have to say, I'm pleased that your dress was an actual wrap dress, and not just made to look like one. It made opening my present so much easier." I looked down my body and realized what he meant. He had untied and opened the dress completely, my tits were pulled out of the cups of my bra, but it was still in place, so they looked like they were being held up as an offering to him. I think he had cut my thong off of one hip, because I still felt it around one thigh, but not the other.
