Night Flight

I guess it was inevitable. I lost my concentration, and had unwittingly begun stroking my cock in earnest, unable to watch them without feeling my own heat demanding attention. I suddenly realized that those golden eyes were looking directly at my crotch, or rather, at my hand moving underneath the blanket down there. I froze, and she turned her gaze towards my face.

It was obvious I was not asleep, and slowly I raised my eyes to meet hers.

I didn't know how she'd react. Her lover continued to press into her from behind, but his eyes were still shut. We regarded one another for a long moment, the tension hung thick in the air between us. Her face then broke open into a sly, sexy smile and instead of stopping; she began rotating her hips in a more exaggerated fashion, pushing back onto the cock that had invaded her. Her eyes were locked on mine, and as we stared at one another, I gradually began rubbing my throbbing cock once more. I could see her breath coming in short gasps now while tiny beads of perspiration glistened along her lover's forehead. It was unbelievable, not only was her boyfriend daringly taking her there in the plane seat, but she was actually putting on a bit of a show for me too!

She raised one hand out of her blanket and pulled it down a little, revealing his hand encircling her exposed breast. He didn't seem to notice, and continued to pump her while he pulled her nipple until it stood out a full half inch; his mouth buried in the flesh of her neck. The sight of her naked breast made me groan inwardly.

I saw his breath quicken, and then he thrust into her so keenly and with such finality that I knew he had cum. His movements slowed, then stopped altogether, he licked at her neck and ears like a puppy, sighing. My own cock was begging for release. She turned her head and whispered back at him, 

"Shhhh, shhhh…” He grinned silently as he rearranged his clothing.

I tried not to think about what I had just witnessed, but it was impossible. The sight of her partially exposed body, her soft lips moaning in pleasure had made me impossibly stiff, especially knowing what was happening under that blanket as she watched me, certain I was unable to take my eyes off her. It was going to take all of my willpower to make it into the lavatory without attracting too much attention.

The two of them had curled up under individual blankets by then, and her boyfriend had apparently rolled over to sleep. We still had over half the flight left at that point. She seemed to be looking for sleep herself as she tried to find a comfortable position, eventually turning towards the aisle again, her knees drawn up towards her ample chest. I made my way out of my seat and into the lavatory, drawing the lock behind me.

I wasn't in there ten seconds before a soft rap came at the door. 

"It's me," came a low female voice, "the one you just watched."

I quickly unbolted the door and opened it. Her flecked eyes looked right into mine.

"Let me in."

Of course, airplane toilets are extremely compact and I sat down onto the toilet to give her room to come in and close the door behind her. She locked the door, and put her index finger to my lips. 

It seemed like slow motion as I watched her pull her dress up over her head and toss it onto the tiny counter beside the toilet. The lace on the edges of her bra strained to contain her lush, generous breasts. She reached behind her to unhook it, and let it slide off her shoulders, giving me an intoxicating eye-level view. I leaned forward to take a nipple into my mouth and as soon as my tongue made contact, her nipple turned into a tight fleshy diamond. 

She stood with her legs on either side of my own and pressed my head into her as I sucked and licked her beautiful breasts. My hands fell to her waist, and as I ran my tongue down to her navel I could smell the musky scent of her boyfriend's cum, mixed with her own fragrance. Her thin panties were sodden at the crotch, holding in the evidence. I hooked my thumbs into the strings of her panties and lowered them over her curvy rump. 

She was shaved completely bare, not a whisker in sight, only more of that sweet pale gold flesh, blossoming into a deep pink gash between her thighs. She parted her legs even wider as I probed the slick edges of her mound. Her breath caught and her knees buckled slightly. 

"We don't have much time," she whispered. "I got so heated up, knowing you were watching me, I still need to cum. I know you do too.”

Was this a dream? If so, I never wanted to wake. She reached down and unzipped my trousers, and I raised my hips until she had pulled them around my knees. The confines of the lavatory gave us few options for positions. She couldn't sit on my lap facing me, but clearly a sitting posture was the only choice. She turned 180 degrees and that fantastic bottom was staring me in the face. I placed my hands on either cheek and leaned into her flesh, kissing and nibbling on it, making her yelp, barely audible. 

She began to lower herself onto me, and grasped hold of my cock to guide it into her wet cunt. The thought of plunging into her where she had only recently been fucked only increased my desire. I felt my cock harden more than it ever had before. It must have been the craziness of the situation, the danger of it, the mystery of her, the show she had just given me; I lusted for her beyond any craving I had ever known.

She sat down on my cock and in one motion was entirely impaled. It was all I could do not to cry out with sheer pleasure. I was enveloped in her exquisite fire. With my hands fondling her hips, she moved up and down on me, each down stroke angled to push the head of my cock precisely where she needed it. I could feel those muscles I had only imagined a short while ago, rippling up and down me. Her boyfriend's load was spilling out between us and raining down on my balls. 

She leaned forward in the tiny cubicle and placed her hands against the bathroom door for balance; then, using her knees, began to pump rapidly, my cock ramming her g-spot until she began quivering uncontrollably. I wet my finger and reached for her anus; brushing against it, Her soft moan in response told me I had found her Achilles' heel. Taking my cue wordlessly, I inserted my middle finger swiftly up to the knuckle and began stroking her back hole while she rode me. Sliding a second finger inside her, I began to fuck her with my hand. It didn't take long: her bottom blushed crimson as her orgasm took her, and I felt her spasm for close to a minute before she began to calm down.

I was heady with excitement now; I pulled her gently up off my cock, slick with her juices as well as her lover's, and pointed it at the other hole I had opened. She needed no instructions, and let her full weight down on me, taking my cock deep into her ass almost at once. The fingering I had given her ensured there would be no resistance.

Her luscious ass gripped me like a vice. I had enough lube on my cock to slide into her easily, but I knew that the grasp her anal muscles had on me would make this a quick trip. I reached around into her bare pussy and scooped cream from her, running a trail up her voluptuous body. I watched the reflection of her face in the lavatory mirror. Her jaw was slack and she moaned silently. Each stroke was deep and deliberate; my cock head swelled with anticipation and my balls churned with the need of release. 

The tiger's eye about her neck was a pendulum, keeping time with each stroke. I ran my sticky fingers around her nipples, which she then took in her own hands, rubbing the juices into her golden skin. I returned my hand to her quivering snatch to cover more of her breasts in the cream, but with all our motion, her tiger's eye swung right into it. She raised the little stone up by its cord; luminous with the glistening cum dripping off its end, and held it up to her mouth. Her tongue took one single drop, and the rest she rolled over her fleshy lips. That was it for me. Watching her licking the cum off that stone, I exploded deep into her ass.

She leaned back onto me and I kissed her spine, pressing my cheek against her as my arms encircled her soft waist. I felt her ass muscles clench at my cock, siphoning every last drop of cum from my aching balls. She sighed deeply, and I felt her whole body exhale with the relief of one who has finally had her heart’s desire.

She rose and began dressing in silence, turning to me as I sat back against the toilet with my now flaccid cock shining in the fluorescent light of the lavatory. Pulling her dress over her head, she kissed my face. 

"Goodbye”. 

I hurriedly pulled up my trousers as she carefully opened the lavatory door and slipped out. I spent a few more minutes collecting myself before I also left and walked down the aisle.

When I sat back down, she was curled back up on her seat, snuggled into her snoozing boyfriend. Her face was pure contentment, and soon her slow, rhythmic breathing told me that she was also sleeping. I lay there for a while, watching her, the swaying of the tiger's eye and the memory of what we had just done hypnotizing me.

I woke to the feeling of the plane's wheels hitting the runway. Jolting me out of slumber, I sat there momentarily disoriented, rubbing sand out of my eyes. The morning sun was streaming into the cabin windows. 

I smiled, and laughed to myself. Maybe this would never happen again, but at least now I knew of a sure fire way to find sleep on a plane...