The Flight - Sex Stories

The Flight

... keeping her eyes closed. One of her full breasts had fallen out of her blouse, the nipple erect, plump.

That, mixed with how close she was, her enticing aroma and the dark light, resulted in his cock beginning to stiffen. He tensed, which made it worse. Oh my god, he thought, he was going to get a hard-on right here! He breathed slowly, trying to relax, and shut his eyes in an attempt to doze off.

He did manage to sleep a little but awakened with a start some time later as he felt pressure, a touch, on his right leg. There was no mistaking it, there were fingers sliding lightly and slowly up the inside of his thigh. He looked over, and from all appearances, she was sleeping. But under the blankets, her fingers were making their way inevitably towards his crotch.

His cock hardened quickly at this, and his breathing grew more rapid. He shifted in his seat to allow his dick to lengthen more easily down his pant leg; he didn't want a great big tent, and he pulled up the blanket a little so that nothing would show.

Her fingers found his dick. His eyes got big and he tried to control himself. The fingers began to brush lightly up and down, feeling his cock underneath the fabric. Still, she appeared to be sleeping, and no movement was visible above the blanket, thankfully.

“Sir, can I get you anything?” whispered a concerned stewardess who was leaning in very close. Kevin nearly jumped out of his skin. “You look a little flushed.” She observed.

“Nn, no thanks,” ...

... he stammered, “Just needing some more sleep, thank you.”

“If you think of anything, just let me know. I'll be back around in an hour or so.” And in the low light, he thought he saw her run her hands seductively down the front of her uniform.

What the hell!? He thought to himself. Things like this didn't happen to Kevin. The fingers squeezed, and he nearly moaned out loud. Then they began to search for his zipper. No way, he thought. She wouldn't!

She did.

The fingers began tugging it down, working the fabric of his khakis so that she could unzip him completely. At that point, he was glad he wore boxers, and her fingers easily found the fly and went in. At the first touch of skin on skin, he felt precum oozing from his tip. The fingers felt it too and started to coat his shaft with it, working the tip and squeezing expertly from the base to get more.

The fingers pulled his cock out the front of his fly. He had to keep the blanket pulled right, so that nothing was showing. Amazingly, she still appeared sound asleep, except that her nipples remained rock hard.

With his dick free, the fingers wrapped themselves completely around his shaft and began stroking, slowly, squeezing precum out, and twisting the tip. Sometimes they would stop, and just let it pulse, or use the fingernails alone along one side or the other.

Kevin realized, with no small amount of concern, that he might actually cum, and wondered how the hell he was going to deal with that. He was ...