I was in a flight with my girlfriend, Emma. It was a night fight and a long one at that and we both love flying at night. We cozy up in our blankets, watch movies, and sometimes when we feel a bit naughty, we pleasure each other under our blankets. Except this time, it wasn't just me and her.
See, we're both bi and open to threesomes so having a third person is always exciting, but on a flight? I'm not an idiot, I know the risks. However this was too good an opportunity to pass up. Besides, Emma was in charge this time.
We were on our way to Dublin. The flight was cruising. I had an aisle seat, Emma was in the middle, and there was a really tall, black, lean man by the window. We had dinner, and then we were watching Love Actually. It's a movie nether of us would ever get tired of watching. But it was late and dark, and almost everyone was asleep. The man, Will, had chatted with us earlier. Just a regular chat, who we were, what we were up to and stuff. He seemed nice but that was it. Or at least that's what I'd thought.
I was trying to watch the movie but my eyes started to shut. Eventually I feel asleep for a bit. When my eyes opened, what I saw got me so hard, I could've sworn my erection would've torn through my blanket. I was wide awake.