The flight had gone smoothly, but when I looked out the window as the plane jerked slightly entering its initial descent all I could see below was a cottony mass of clouds. I knew that as the plane got low enough to enter the clouds the flight would get considerably rougher. Well, my seatbelt was fastened and my luggage was shoved under the seat in front of me, so I was ready for rough.
I kept my head against the curved hull of the plane, looking though the window as the plane got closer and closer to the pillowy mass of clouds. Looking deep into the white folds I let the flowing shapes forms pictures in my mind, first I saw exotic flowers, then strange ice castles and finally soft, curvy women. Feeling a tingling in my cock I watched imaginary cloud women writhe, stretch and gyrate in some ecstatic erotic dance.
Glancing at the woman in the seat next to me, I confirmed her eyes were closed, presumably sleeping, so I reached down and adjusted my erection so it wouldn't poke so prominently in my pants. As the plane began slipping into the clouds I saw what looked like the wispy woman's arms reach out and embrace the wings as the plane suddenly bounced to one side. The plane then jolted again, this time dropping and then suddenly rising back up.
Inside the plane I could see the passenger's heads bounce a bit and I noticed a bit of concern appearing on the faces of most of them. The woman next to me seemed to grip the armrest between us with a savage death grip, her fingernails pressing indentations into the padded rubber. I looked at her face and smiled noting her nervous smile back.
Turning my head back toward the window I saw the clouds parting for the plane, some whipping past at an incredible speed, other wisps seemed roll around the windows, tufting up alongside the speeding plane. I let my imagination create a beautiful wispy face that peeked into the window at me. Her white hair flowed wildly in the breeze, but the woman had a firm hold on the plane.
Glancing down I followed the pale white curve of her neck and then saw the billowing fullness of her white breasts. Icy nipples seemed frozen, pressing against the plane as her hands ran up her sides, over her breasts and against the plane.
Suddenly I felt an odd sensation on my lap and I glanced down. I shook my head in amazement and fell back against the backrest of my seat. All I could do was simply watch as two white hands quickly unfastened by belt, opened my pants and reached into my underwear.
I gasped for air expecting an icy touch, but the hand were warm, warm and ever so soft. Gazing in silence, I watched as the hands gently worked my erection out of my underwear and then began moving around over my hard cock. The feeling was exquisite as feathery fingers slid over, under and around my throbbing cock. Soon, the fingers were sliding over my balls.
Trying to maintain some composure, I took a deep breath but it didn't help, the sensations running over my cock and balls were too intense. All I could do was simply begin lifting my hips rhythmically and completely give into the sensations. I watched the cloudy hands moving all over, stroking my cock, squeezing down over the head and teasing my balls. Finally I simply closed my eyes, moaned loudly, lifted my hips and came, spurting my cum all over my shirt and lap.
The warm wet sensation felt good for just a moment but then I heard, "OH MY GOD! You pervert," from the seat next to me.
I looked to my right and the woman was climbing out of her seat while two flight attendants rushed up the aisle shouting, "You need to stay in your seat."
"Lady, you need to get back in you... Oh damn, what the hell?" one of the attendants stood and stared at me. "Come on ma-am we'll find you another seat. Sir, will you put your pants back on and clean up that... that mess."
"But I didn't..."
"You didn't what? You just magically made that mess?" the other attendant joined in. "Julie, call up to the cockpit, get them to have security waiting."
All I could do was zip up my pants and fasten my belt. The flight attendants did give me some paper towels to dab up the cum from my shirt and pants. Once I finished up, I glanced out of the window, but all I could see was some wet streets, a few cars and then the runway come up under the plane.
We landed and, sure enough, there was a security team at the gate who led me into a large room with a number of chairs and tables. I noticed there were a few Middle Eastern looking men being questioned in one corner and a few others sat, waiting for their turn. I then noticed a man with wet stains on the front of his shirt and pants. I moved over and sat near him.
When the security people wandered over to another part of the room I leaned forward and whispered, "Your shirt, they get you for that?"
"My shirt?"
"The cum stains."
