The steady hum of the aeroplane's engine was soothing as I settled under my blanket and shut my eyes in that semi relaxed state before sleep.
The lights had been lowered for the passengers to settle for the eleven hour flight and apart from the odd flicker of the in-flight DVD players on the back of seats, all was very peaceful and quiet.
This was the start of a new beginning for me. I had just landed a top job with a new company and secured a new apartment.
I was having two weeks leave before I started, to get used to my new surroundings. My gear had been sent on ahead so all I had to do was move into the apartment and arrange my belongings. Maybe buy a few new items but then, it was sun, sea and sand and, smiling to myself, maybe a little sex too if I was lucky.
I must have drifted off awhile and was then awoken by air turbulence. I found I had shifted in my sleep and sprawled over on to the guy in the next seat. My head was resting on his muscular, toned chest and his chin was resting on my head. I could smell his expensive cologne, a sporty, ocean sea fragrance and very pleasant. I was a little alarmed he might be annoyed.
I flattened my hand to his chest ready to move away, but his voice suddenly spoke, softly, "No, stay. I like it."
His voice was strong, masculine and I could feel the vibrations of his voice carry through his chest to my resting ear. It felt nice, sexy, soothing and I felt the first quivers of attraction. I stilled and wondered, "What now?"
He stroked my hair and gently placed loose strands behind my ear, with a gentle, "mmmm."
He then caressed my hair, twirling it between his fingers and I lent into him a little more, letting him know, I liked it, I liked it very much. Who wouldn't like their head and hair caressed. It was so relaxing and sensual.
He pulled it a little to move my head closer to his shoulder, so he could talk to me better.
"You like me don't you?" He whispered, "I saw you looking earlier, wanting to get to know me better, but I think you are shy."
He was right, I was. I nodded and he chuckled.
"Well I like you a lot too. I want you to show me that you like me."
He moved his hand to mine under the blanket, hidden from view, hidden from any possible prying eyes of the sleeping passengers nearby.
"Do you know what I mean?" He lifted my hand and placed it boldly on his crotch. My breath caught. I should be offended, but strangely, I was not offended at all. In fact I was quite excited by his bold arrogance.
I could feel he was hard already and impressively big. I ground my hand on his covered member, feeling him on top of his trousers. Then, I stretched out my hand, five digits, stiff and spread out, pushing my palm out and rubbed along his length. My inner hand was sensitive and his hardness quite pleasant as I moved up and down him.
"Like this," I whispered, feeling very naughty, touching a stranger I had barely spoken to.
I could feel my body respond to the situation, and to him. I was hot, flushed and a dampness seeped into my underwear.
"That's it, exactly like that. Now unzip me, take me out." His voice was authoritative and commanding. He was obviously a man, used to taking control.
I followed his instruction and slowly took the zip down, pushing my hand inside, feeling his hardness and pulling him out carefully, making sure he didn't get caught on his fly. I began to stroke him gently. He was silky smooth, warm and circumcised.
"Mmmmm." He groaned and panted a little between his words, "That feels so good. Now suck me, Oh, and you should know, I have an ass fetish and I like yours very much." He leaned closer to my ear, "And I looked at yours several times in the Airport Lounge."
My heart pounded, at his words. I moved my head under the blanket. I felt him spread the blanket over both of us, totally covering my body except for my ankles, and then, covering himself to his chest. Our movements were hidden from sight.
I felt the heat from his body and my face flushed as I moved to suckle him. His scent was intoxicating. I continued to stroke him and put his crown to my lips and kissed him.
He was wet, oozing precum and I tasted him, rolling his seepage on my tongue. I began to lick his head, cupping his balls and massaging him.
I licked his ridges and full length from his balls to his tip and back again. My tongue was eager and I ensured every part of his rod received attention. I found his tiny opening and rimmed him enjoying his reaction as he stiffened and circled his hips.
His one hand pushed into my waist band, his arm fully out stretched, testing to see how far he could reach.
Then I felt him, withdraw his hand and then return to smother something cool and greasy into the valley of my bottom.
"His ass fetish!" I thought and mused if the greasiness was butter, from the meal we'd had earlier, but quickly forgot the thought as I felt him rim my anal star with his finger, spreading the lubrication and dipping in slightly.
His probing finger was very exciting and again I felt my underwear dampen in excitement. He pushed a finger inside me and I gasped at the sudden invasion.
Pleasure shot throughout my body as he started to move his finger in, then out and small circular twists inside my anal passage. The movements were slow, sensuous and repeated. I moaned on his cock as he continued to stimulate and build my sexual craving.
"Wicked on the plane like this, isn't it?" He said softly so only I could hear him, not really expecting an answer.
His other hand moved underneath the blanket pushing my head fully on his erection. He was so big I nearly gagged, but soon managed to adjust and get into the rhythm, directed by his guidance.
There was no doubt, this man was a vibrant, handsome and fit alpha male who took care of his body, physically and hygienically. He knew what he liked and was confident enough to make it known both verbally and with his body actions. This inner confidence fed my attraction to him.
He fucked my head and finger fucked my ass, soon followed by another finger entering my body. He felt wonderful and was soon moving my ass to match a rhythm to that of my mouth.
The damp patch on my underwear was ever growing. I was very excited and started to ache with an increasing need.
I was enjoying our naughty, wicked liaison when suddenly his fist clenched on my head, pulling and bunching my hair with it, forcing me to stop. I felt the pleasant tightness as he squeezed my hair, pulling at the roots on my scalp.
He slowly pulled me up to his shoulder again and I could hear his ragged breathing and saw his chest rose in quick small pants.
"Are you in the Mile high club?" He asked
I shook my head, smiling at the thought. It would be a first time experience for me.
"Well, you will be soon. Go to the restroom. Take your underwear down and wait for me. I will knock 5 times, 2 quick knocks, then 3 quick knocks."
I nodded and quickly fixed my clothing, ready for the short walk there.
"Wait," he commanded, "You will need these." He pushed three small foiled rectangle butters into my hand.
"I just want your ass. I love anal sex. Make sure you are prepared for me." He smiled at me, and my tummy flipped over. "I am going to fuck that beautiful ass of yours hard. Now go."
His words heightened my excitement and the anticipation of what this handsome big man was going to do to me.
