A Flight Distraction

I sat by the window looking wistfully at the two empty seats beside me. It was going to be an overnight trip and I figured that with a bit of luck I would be able to stretch out and get some sleep. The plane was filling quickly and I gazed intently at the onboard magazine, not wanting to catch anyone's eye in case they should somehow feel invited to sit beside me.

Just as I felt that I might get my wish, a young couple bustled up the aisle and stopped at my row. 'Damn!' I thought.

'These are our seats,' the man said to the woman. 'Let's put our things up here.'

I watched them as they put a couple of small bags and a coat in the locker. I figured they were both in their early 20s. The man tall and lean, and the woman shorter and a little heavier, but you could still call her slim. As she reached up her skirt rose to her mid-thighs and her short crop top exposed her ribs and stomach. They sat down and smiled at me. I smiled back and continued reading the magazine.

Half an hour after we took off we were served supper. We made small talk and I found out that they got married a year and a half ago, and they were making their first visit to their families as a married couple. Over the course of the meal they each had several drinks and this seemed to relax them as they were soon giggling and telling jokes. It wasn't long until it seemed that we had known each other for years.

A short while after the trays had been collected the lights were turned down. I took my shoes off, grabbed a pillow and leaned against the wall hoping to get some sleep. I always find it hard to sleep on a plane, and found myself watching the two next to me. He had his seat back and his legs stretched in the aisle. She had her legs curled up on the seat and was leaning against him. A blanket covered them both. They seemed to be asleep and I envied them.

I must have fallen asleep, though, because I woke up when I felt something pressing on me. I opened my eyes and saw that the armrest between her seat and mine had been raised and she was lying on her back with her head on his lap and her legs lying across mine. She was covered with the blanket and only her feet were exposed.

My hand was only inches from her foot, and I started to get a little turned on. I wondered what would happen if I moved my hand and touched her foot. She was asleep so she probably wouldn't know. Very slowly I moved my hand toward her, and gently pressed the back of it against the bottom of her foot.

Nothing happened. Getting bolder, I increased the pressure and slowly moved my hand up and down the underneath of her foot. For a minute or so she didn't move, but then her toes started to curl and she pushed her foot against my hand. I looked at her face but I couldn't see much in the dark.

Now I cupped her foot and started to squeeze and bend it as if I were massaging it. As I was doing this, I held her ankle in my other hand, squeezing and rubbing that too. Now she was moving her foot in circles and occasionally rubbing my hand with her other foot. This movement had caused her leg to move higher on my thighs and her calf was resting against my erection. I was feeling quite excited by now and I moved my left hand under the blanket and onto her calf. It was smooth and firm.

As I stroked her leg, she began to rub it lightly over my hard on. I moved up to her knee, gently squeezing. Then sliding my hand under it, she bent her leg a little and I rubbed the back of it gently. With her leg bent her foot was resting right on my crotch, and she clenched and unclenched her toes against my dick.

As my hand moved higher she straightened her leg so I could touch the top of her thigh. It was smooth and muscular. I edged my hand to the inside and she positioned her other leg so she wouldn't impede my progress. I was now completely bold, sliding my hand up and down the inside of her thigh. I still couldn't see her face but I could hear her breathing becoming shallower.

Because it was dark, our activities went unnoticed and I was now touching that soft, silky area right at the top of the inside of her thigh. Just a fraction more and I would be touching her panties. I tried to draw out the sensation and resist touching her too soon, but my hand was drawn to her. My fingers lightly grazed the edge of her knickers. Hardly daring to touch, I moved them lightly over the front of her. Then I moved my hand down between her legs to where her bottom was lying against the seat.

I increased the pressure and moved my fingers up, following the valley of her pussy. Her hips were now moving very slightly up and down. And up and down I moved my hand, sometimes gently and sometimes more firmly. Her pants were becoming damp and I searched through the material for her clitoris. Her button had become quite prominent and her panties getting very wet. I hoped that if she came no one would hear.

She put her hands under the blanket, and holding mine with one hand, she pulled her pants to one side with the other. She was now completely exposed to my touch. I caressed her bare flesh, her pussy smooth and almost completely shaven. I rubbed and squeezed her clit, and her breathing became more ragged.

Her hips were now definitely writhing and she took my hand again and placed it at the opening of her pussy. Sensing she was close to orgasm, I gently pushed in between the folds of her lips, my finger finding her opening and sliding in to her warm, tight, and very wet cunt. I moved my hand in and out and her heat seemed to intensify. Then I placed two fingers inside her and, bending them, rubbed firmly against the front wall of her pussy. Her breathing had now turned to small whimpers and her hips were bucking to meet my probing fingers.

With a loud gasp, her legs straightened and went rigid. They trembled for a few seconds and then relaxed. I slid my other hand up over her body and under her top. Her breasts were small and firm, with hard, erect nipples I wanted to suck.

She stroked my hand for a minute as it lay in her, then she gently removed it from between her legs. Turning on to her side, she brought her knees up toward her chest and pushed her bottom against my hip. Under the cover of the blanket I rubbed and caressed her round, smooth bum and, sliding my fingers under the thin fabric of her panties, I stroked and fondled her again.

I turned on my side to face her, and freeing my cock from the confines of my pants, placed the head against the opening to her vagina. When she felt this, she brought her hand behind her and started to rub my dick. It felt so good that soon my own hips were bucking, and feeling this, she began to pull me harder against her. I thrust forward with my hips, and as she guided me with her hand, I felt the head of my cock entering her pussy. She pressed back and I pushed forward and I was soon completely inside her.

She couldn't move too much, as it might disturb her husband, but I could slowly move in and out. Her pussy seemed to heat up again and I could feel the walls of it rhythmically squeezing my cock. This sent me over the top and as I came deep inside her, I felt a flood of our juices running on to my leg.

Soon, we moved apart and cleaned ourselves up with the blanket. I must have slept then, because when I opened my eyes it was light outside. The seat beside me was empty and the husband was sipping on an orange juice.

'Hi,' he smiled, 'Did you sleep OK?'

'I guess so,' I replied 'I just woke up.'

Just then his wife came back to her seat. She had washed her face and freshened up. She flashed me a smile. 'Good flight?'

'Probably the best night I have ever spent in an airplane,' I said, returning her smile. Yes, it probably was.

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