“…the seatbelt sign has now been switched off; you are free to walk around the cabin…”
“You know what I’d like to do right now?” she whispered directly into his ear, her soft husky voice distracting him from the Captain’s message.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“I’d like to unzip your fly, slide my hand inside your pants and have a play.”
“Would you now?”
“Damn shame the plane’s full then isn’t it.” He glanced at the passengers around them, but everyone was involved in their own conversations, there was no way they would hear her.
She shrugged. “That would add to the excitement, don’t you think?”
He grinned at the wicked smile across her face. “And how would you play exactly?” He was eager for the details.
“I’d start gently,” she said, “with my fingertips. I’d start by stroking and patting your soft, sleeping cock until he started to rise. Then when he was about halfway I’d release him from his cotton prison and take him in my hand. I’d continue to stroke, but I’d add in a bit of squeezing and pulling. Once he was firm, I’d bend over, and take him in my mouth.” She stopped and giggled. He looked to see her glance at his crotch; clearly she could see the effect her words were having already, as his cock strained against his jeans.
“Keep going…” he said.
“I’d take it in my mouth,” she repeated. “And I’d suck the tip, just gently, just to tease, and then I’d take my tongue and explore the length, before opening my throat and swallowing you whole.”
He swallowed, shifting in his seat in a hopeless attempt to get comfortable.
“Then, when I knew you were close I’d stop, unbuckle this seatbelt, and straddle you.” She paused for a moment, lowering her voice even further when she continued. “I’m not wearing any panties you know.”
She glanced around the cabin again. “I’d lift up my skirt and straddle you, and ever so slowly slide my hot, wet pussy down the length of your cock. And then I’d start grinding. I’d rock my hips back and forth, over your rock hard cock and I’d ride you until we both came.”
“God you’re evil woman!” He groaned, and she laughed.
“Always happy to please,” she said. “And now you’ve got – what ? An hour and a half till we get to our hotel. Plenty of time to think something up to release all that tension.”
“We could wait the hour and a half,” he said, “or we could just head to the bathroom and we could release our tensions there?”
Her eyes shone at the idea. “Think we’d get away with it?” She glanced up to see two air hostess chatting by the nearest restroom.
“Why not? There’s only one way to find out. You up for it?”
“It’s a tiny space.”
“And you’re a tiny woman - come on – thought you were up for a bit of excitement!”
She hesitated a moment, before a grin crossed her face. “Let’s do it!”
Heather Kinnane lives in Australia.