Long time lurker, first time poster. I wrote this while horny on a plane, and it is all fantasy and intended as fiction. Apologies in advance for formatting issues.
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What to wear on the plane?
Mary sighed, looking over what she'd put together. Sweats were okay, but even those felt too constrictive right now. She'd have to be on that plane for 10 hours, after all. A skirt? Maybe, but then she'd have to shave, ugh. And maybe deal with pervs... after all, for someone who barely hit 5'4", she seemed to have legs for days. Okay, a longer skirt, that would be fine. It would give her freedom of movement, and this particular airline was so stuffy all the time.
Her phone buzzed as she was selecting a t-shirt to match it and she groaned upon reading the message. She was on planes for her job so often that they sometimes even scheduled meetings close to a flight... or in this case, on it. A t-shirt wouldn't work, it was a video meeting with their VIP of sales. Sighing, she went instead to a button-up. She hated them, honestly. Button-ups and a bosom never went well in the long run, and these shirts were always too tight around the chest. Mary knew she should give in and just splurge on getting tailored shirts, but she liked to save up too much.
And hey, she was pretty certain the shirts were what got her this promotion in the first place.
Soon she was out the door, and in almost no time she was fast-tracked through security and waiting in the lobby. Usually the area would be more full of people, even for a red-eye, but it was oddly empty.
Mary noticed it was still fairly empty on the flight as well. As she looked at her empty row, the captain's voice filtered through her airpods to offer the explanation. "Hey folks, a connecting flight before this got canceled, and most of our passengers were from there," he said, sounding bored. "Congratulations. If you do feel the need to stretch out and sleep during the flight, I recommend buckling up over your blanket. That way we can check if your seatbelt is fastened without having to wake you up."
Grinning, Mary settled in for a much more comfortable flight. She could run her meeting on the airplane Wi-Fi without fear of disturbing too many other passengers. And afterwards, she could go to sleep... she hated the seatbelt anyway and would gladly trade off being possibly woken so she wouldn't have to wear it. She poked her head up and only noticed a few other business professionals around, then clicked in for takeoff.
Everything was coming up Mary!
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Henry glanced away when the redhead looked around, not giving away the fact he'd been staring. To her, he was just another faceless business person. He wasn't, actually; he was a psychiatrist who'd been hired to help a nervous passenger on the longest leg of their flight. A passenger who wasn't here to make it.
He'd been thinking about getting off, of course, but seeing Mary sitting in that quiet lobby changed his mind. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but Henry definitely wanted to do her. But how?
He watched her during takeoff, and moved a bit after to see her computer as she ran a short meeting. Her voice was nice, but he couldn't help but notice how the other participant's gaze focused differently if Mary shifted in her seat and went to grab paperwork. It had taken a lot of willpower to not stare himself at how different angles offered promises of a bounty. God, her figure was to die for. Even with that long skirt, he could imagine her thighs and what lay between. Henry started to get hard, forcing himself to stay calm.
For now.
He watched as Mary took down her hair after the meeting, shaking it out and braiding it for comfort. He watched as she unbuckled her seatbelt and shook a blanket over herself, provided by the airlines, and leaned against the window. And he watched as she took some pills, shoved the bottle into the pocket in front of her, and strapped on an eye mask.
He watched as she went to sleep. Then he got up and went to sit by her, contemplating his options. "We're going to do another check," the captain's voice came on overhead. "Then in a couple of hours, you will receive a hot breakfast." He continued with his announcements, Henry not listening at this point.
The flight attendants passed, pausing at her. "She's buckled," he offered, and they nodded without question, continuing. They didn't seem interested in much anything after that. One flight attendant went to the back closer behind them and promptly fell asleep strapped into their chair, the rest going up front to gossip, nap, and snack.
Ignored, Henry looked over the sleeping figure, and the box he held in his hands. The pill bottle at her knees showed a mild sedative, and he had a stronger, injectable one. It had been intended for the other passenger, but if he needed to use it here... He set it down and reached over slowly.
With quiet, still motions, he ran fingers over the fabric on her chest. Her breasts gave way slightly under the pressure of his hand, and god, they were so soft and full. Her bra wasn't even padded. Biting his lip and taking one more look around, he unbuttoned the top button. Then another. He got it halfway down her cleavage, the top of a low-cut bra just peaking through, before he stopped pushing his luck. It was enough for him to cup her breast while also feeling the soft skin above... heaven. Horny winning out, he undid another button, and they were almost spilling out. The light color of pink areolas greeted his eyes. What he wouldn't give to be able to grip them fully, take them out and fuck them with his thick cock...
Swallowing, his eyes traced over the rest of her. The blanket came up to her navel, and he could see how her body narrowed at the waist. He'd seen her hips, as well, the very definition of 'curves in all the right places.' He took the edge of the blanket and shifted it up, gauging her response. Nothing. When the blanket rested just under those heavenly tits, he snaked his hand underneath.
Hidden by the blanket, his fingers came to rest on her knee, then her thigh. Her skin was smooth and supple, and the pleated skirt easily shifted up as he slid his hand upwards. His eyes watched her carefully for a response, only sometimes looking around. When he got up to her upper thigh, finally, she shifted and sighed. He froze, but the only outcome was that her legs fell open more, slightly. Then Mary settled back down, and his cock was fully hard. With his free hand, Henry moved the blanket to cover his lap as well, and unzipped to release his throbbing dick. He didn't want to get too much precum on his pants, after all.
He could feel thigh, where it joined the leg, and then the edge of her panties. Thin and cotton, he used his touch to explore her mound, guessing that it was shaven. Fuck, this blanket surely wouldn't survive much. He slid down, between her thighs, where it was so, so warm. With one finger, he moved it down until he could feel through her panties where her lips parted. His finger rubbed down, then up, certain he could feel the small nub of a clitoris. He circled that, gently, almost lovingly, before moving down... up...
Mary's lips fell open. The plane's engine caused too much background noise to hear the heavier breathing, but he could see pink on her cheeks as his reward. With no other reaction, he continued exploring, sometimes breaking off to touch where panty met skin, sometimes using his fingers to simply rub over the lips.
A large smirk suddenly crossed Henry's lips. My god, already? He thought as he circled the wet spot in he panties. Perfect. His eyes fixated on her breasts, he couldn't help but need a sample, his finger moving to the side and gently, slowly, hooking under her panties.
His guess was half-right; she was shaven down below, with a shorter patch maintained on her mound. As he felt heat, he then felt her juices, moving his finger to spread them along her lips. Easily. She was asleep, but she was getting so wet already. One, then the other, then a third finger was coated in the fluid before he slowly pulled his hand free. Tasting his middle finger nearly got him to groan on the flight. He saw her nipples were hard through the fabric still covering them and on an impulse shifted one bra cup down to rub some of her juice on a nipple. It tightened more in the air, with cooling pussy fluid and stimulation.
Mary let out a sigh. It was almost inaudible over the plane noises, but he could hear it. He left the nipple exposed and moved his hand back under the blanket, growing bolder. Within moments he was back to rubbing between her lips, panties shoved to the side, and his own cock leaking profusely.
Henry glanced back over at his box, unlatched with the shots all prepped, before his dick took over decision making powers. Her legs were spread enough for him to press deeper, find and circle her entrance... and push inside.
