His hand slid along her bare thigh again, disappearing beneath her skirt. The scratch of his trimmed nails against her soft skin , along with a teasing brush of his fingers against her bare lips made her suck in a quick breath and shoot him another one of 'those' looks.
"Stop it," she muttered softly. "There are people!"
He chuckled and looked around, his fingers still lightly moving against her thigh. "Baby, the closest person is 3 rows behind us and is sound asleep. It's the middle of the night, most people on this flight are sound asleep. And my jacket is covering you completely." She sighed softly, knowing without even looking that he was right. He dropped his lips to her shoulder, kissing along it to her neck, distracting her for brief moment so that he could press his fingers up against her damp pussy before she could protest. His middle finger dragged up between her slick lips and paused against her little clit.
He started a slow gentle tapping on it and her face began to flush. His free hand slipped against the back of her neck and turned her face to his. He smiled at the expression on her face, one of lust and need, before pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss, then deeper as his finger started a slow insistent circle against her clit. She couldn't keep still now. He was alternating rubbing and tapping on her clit and was making her squirm and grind down into her seat. He kept kissing her, deeper and sensuously, the pressure of his mouth keeping her moans soft and quiet.
It was when his finger paused then slid down and eased into her tight hot pussy that she started to lose control. Her thighs pushed open wider, allowing him to push his finger in as deep as he could manage. The base of it nudged at her hard exposed clit and she had to cough loudly to disguise the moan she couldn't swallow. Her hand slipped beneath the jacket to grip at his wrist and she started to plead with him to stop, knowing that she was moments from her orgasm and that there would be no way she could keep quiet.
"Please!" she growled at him, then shuddered as he curled his finger inside her to glide the tip over that soft spongy spot. His thumb pressed down against her clit and slowly, along with his thrusting finger, nearly sent her over the edge.
"Excuse me." The voice of the flight attendant made them both jump and she nearly let out a startled cry at the surprise interruption. While they were still partially covered by the jacket, it was very obvious what they were doing and she felt her face flooding with redness. He stilled his fingers, both of them frozen and staring up at her.
"If you go to the back of the plane, there is a bathroom that is out of service. I'm going to go back there and undo the lock. I think you'll appreciate the privacy it provides." She grinned at them, then let her eyes drift down to where his hand was buried between her spread thighs. "Take your time too, it's the only one back there so you'll have all the time you need. At least until we land in an hour."
She smirked at them and made her way down the aisle to the back of the plane. They looked at each other and started to laugh, both embarrassed and exhilarated by what just happened. He slowly pulled his finger from her tight grasping canal and looked back, smiling when the attendant winked at him to let him know it was open. He grabbed her hand and with a quick adjustment of her skirt, they made their way to the back of the plane, their intention unbeknown to all other passengers.
"Thank you," he murmured to the attendant as they entered the small room. She just nodded and smiled back, making sure to put the "Out of order" sign back up over the door handle. He sat down on the lid of the toilet and started to push her skirt up, exposing her pussy. Her plump lips were glistening and pink, obviously still aroused from his fingers and even more so by the situation. He leaned in and kissed along her thighs, his hands urging her to put her feet up on either side of his. The room was so small that she was still able to press back against the door, using it as leverage.
He wasted no time. He knew how close she was to orgasming earlier and he didn't intend to make her wait much longer. She was still nervous, though, about being able to keep quiet and without his mouth on hers, she didn't know how she'd keep from letting every passenger on the plane know exactly what they were doing in there.
As his mouth started kissing up her inner thigh, her hand sunk down into his hair, stopping him. "I don't know, how am I going to keep from screaming? You make me cum so hard, it's going to be impossible..." He grinned at her and reached into his pocket, where he had earlier stuck her panties after he cajoled her into removing them at her seat. She just shook her head and sighed, then opened her mouth and let him push them in. She groaned as they filled her mouth, humiliated but grateful for the muffling of sound they provided.
His mouth pressed up against her pussy and began to slowly lap at her lips, long drags of his tongue making her grip tighter at his hair. Her other hand pushed open a few buttons of her blouse and tugged down her bra, exposing her full tits. He glanced up and moaned at the sight of her thick pink nipples, crinkled and hard and the vibrations made her push forward to his mouth. She needed more and he was ready to give it to her. His tongue pushed its way into her pussy, rolling and thrusting deep. Her hand cupped one breast and her body arched as she pinched and tugged one of her nipples, her other hand's fingers curling in his hair, feeling the pressure of his sucking lips and busy tongue. His mouth seemed to be all over her, lapping at her lips, sucking on them, grazing his teeth over her sensitive flesh. His lip kept brushing over her throbbing clit and she kept trying to push harder against it but he'd pull away every time. She let out small frustrated moans, his mouth driving her mad.
