Mutual masturbation on a plane and a fuck in the woods.
We get braver and take bigger risks.
Illicit sex on the flight home.
We had a late evening flight back from Majorca that was supposed to leave at nine-thirty but was delayed and we didn't take off until nearly eleven. To make things worse there were air traffic controller strikes in France so the flight was going to take over three hours rather than the usual two and a bit. As a sort of apology the airline had fed us at Palma and on each seat on the plane they had provided a thin blanket which was a nice touch.
The plane had a three seats each side of a central aisle with me by the window, Kevin in the middle seat and a middle aged, rather austere and unsmiling woman by the aisle.
As soon as the seat belt lights went out Kevin put the arm rest up, we draped the two blankets over both of us and he surreptitiously slid his hand under the blanket. I took hold of it and stroked it. He slid it further so that his fingers found my thigh, I was wearing thin, cotton jeans. He rubbed and squeezed me, it felt nice.
I saw Kevin glance up and down the cabin before leaning across and kissing my neck. He turned slightly onto his side so that he was almost facing me with his back towards the narrow aisle. He took hold of my hand and pulled it towards him and slid it under the edge of his blanket that was covering him up to his waist. He pressed my hand right against his thigh and left it there as he stroked my leg for a few moments and then kissed my neck again. I would have liked us to kiss mouth to mouth, but that was too risky.
"Move it up a bit?" he whispered.
"What?"
"Your hand, move it up me."
"Oh see," I replied, getting what he meant.
I did as he suggested and nearly cried out loud with surprise as I could hardly believe what I was feeling; his erect cock. Without me realising he had unzipped his jeans, got his cock out and I was now holding it under the blanket that was just about covering him. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. He smiled and nodded. My first thought was to take my hand away, but that quickly left my mind for I was stimulated by the lovely feelings I was getting from what I was holding. Without thinking I let nature take over and I began to stroke it. But then reality stepped in, I thought more logically. I moved my face very close to his and whispered. "Is she asleep?"
He turned his head and looked at her.
She certainly seemed to be zonked out. I saw Kevin look at the woman then up and down the cabin.
"Her eyes are closed so maybe."
He then leaned very close and kissed my neck again.
"Mmmmm," I murmured thoroughly enjoying the affection. At the same time, he pressed quite persistently on where my legs were closed together. I got what the enquiring gesture meant and after a few moments hesitation I opened them. Immediately Kevin's hand slipped between them and moved upwards until his fingers pressed against my cotton covered mound. That made it feel as though it was throbbing with desire and I knew for certain that I had soaked my panties. I wanted to throw the blanket off, straddle Kevin and have him fuck me in front of the cabin crew and the passengers, but that was impossible as was bending over and sucking him. So instead, I started to wank him. Since my teens I have loved doing that and as I did it to him so involuntarily I pressed my pussy back against his hand.
"Nice?" I asked.
"It's fucking brilliant," Kevin replied fiddling with the zip on my jeans. With my free hand I undid the button at the top and slid the zip down a little. I couldn't believe just how aroused I had become, but then why not? It was, of course partly due to what we were doing, but also where we were doing it.
Kevin was trying to get his fingers inside my jeans, but of course they were too tight.
"Lift yourself up," he whispered.
"Hold on," I replied somewhat reluctantly removing my hand from his cock. I did not want Kevin pulling my jeans down as he might go too far so I eased them down myself. I slid them down just enough to give him access to what he wanted; I thought almost giggling as I said to myself. 'He wants my cunt on an airplane.'
I put my hand back on his cock and whispered.
"How far do you want to go?"
"Don't be stupid Jayne, all the fucking way of course," Kevin whispered thrusting himself in my palm and sliding his hand inside my panties.
"We can't fuck."
"We could go in a toilet."
"Don't be daft there's a queue and they would see us go in and come out."
"Here then?"
"How?"
"Wank me."
Smiling I replied. "Not unless you do me as well."
Pressing his fingers against the soaked gusset of my panties so it went in me a little way he replied. "That'd be my pleasure."
"Ok deal then," I grinned at him kissing his face. "Check on her again then," I whispered wriggling my bottom so that he had easier access to my soaking pussy. I knew that it would not take a great deal for me to cum and we had to work out a way where he could dump his load.
"She's soundo."
"You sure?"
"Yes and the crew?"
"They are all down the back probably fucking each other."
"Hang on a mo," I said letting go of his cock and reaching for my bag under the seat in front of me. "Take your hand away, I can't move with it there."
I remembered that I had a small towel in my bag that I use when doing my make up that I pulled out and laid across Kevin's upper leg.
"Clever girl thanks," Kevin said as we replaced the blanket over us. His hand went back between my legs and mine gripped his cock again.
"So want to go for it now?" I asked.
"Yes go on make me cum, wank me Jay," Kevin groaned probably a little too loud as he slid a finger up me.
"You going too as well?"
"Of course."
I started to masturbate him properly. My hand was wrapped round his delicious cock with my little finger near the base and the edge of my thumb near where the thicker end flared out. I would have loved to have cradled his balls in my other hand, but that was just too much of risk.
"Oh fuck here comes one of the crew, pretend to be asleep."
I took my hand away from him, but he left his between my legs with his finger pressed a little way inside me. It felt so deliciously decadent to have the rather pretty stewardess look at me as I had my husband's finger in me. She was not around long and I sneaked my hand back across and onto his dick. It felt lovely.
"Ready?" I asked.
Then not only did the woman stir, but surprisingly quickly she woke, sat upright and looking at us said. "Must go to the loo."
