You Sat Next to Me on the Plane

I was dangerously late for my flight. And it was a Southwest flight in the 2000s, which meant I was about to play musical chairs and lose. Sure enough, I ended up getting the very last seat in the very back. Less than ideal because I usually like to sleep the flight away, and the very back row doesn't lean back. But at least I was in the window seat. And, I had the row to myself. So yeah I was happy that I had made it but bummed about my seat.
Until YOU sat down beside me. You looked to be college aged with dark bouncy curly hair. An instant pheromone reaction washed through me with my next breath; a smell of peachy musky heaven which made me wonder instantly, inappropriately, if you had been recently ravished. I shook my head slightly and tried to keep my thoughts in line. Still I couldn't help but notice what you were wearing, a hot looking yellow and white floral sun dress over stretchy jeans- which was a style at the time. The frilly top of the dress was low cut and sexy, giving more than just a glimpse of cleavage. I knew immediately that later that night I'd probably dream or fantasize about your breasts, in my hands, in my mouth. 'Seriously. Calm down now,' I told myself and tried to turn my attention back to my book, with little success.
Right before the plane took off, a third person, a sort of middle aged effeminate man, eventually took the aisle seat beside us. Which seriously bummed me out. Once we got in the air, you and I talked a little and it quickly became apparent that my halting Spanish was better than your nascent English. Still, I gathered that you were from Ecuador and going to North Carolina for a semester in some English immersion program. I couldn't ever get a clear answer from you on which college. But when I asked you how old you were, you were quick and definitive that you were 21. Which I saw no reason to disbelieve. And you gave me your name, which I said was pretty, which was true but not clever or anything and in fact was a rather ridiculously obvious thing to say. But you smiled like I had said something wonderfully terrific and said 'Gracias' in such a way that I knew then that you liked me.
But we had discovered that we had a sizable language barrier, and that you likely had a ride waiting for you at the airport, so I figured it wasn't really going anywhere and also it had been a long day so I was exhausted. And when we ran out of things we knew how to say, I decided to try my best to get some sleep.
I pulled my large navy sweater over my head, careful to pull down on my T-shirt and not expose too much tummy as I was removing it. I was careful though to keep my abs escort tight just in case. I was keenly aware of you checking me out as I did this and not unaware that my arms. which at least one or two ladies had said were the first thing that they noticed about me, were probably not looking half bad. I bunched up the sweater and wedged it against the window to use as a pillow and leaned my head against it as comfortably as possible. This caused me to put my legs a little into your space and so I asked you, indicating my legs and lifting up the arm rest between us "Esta bien?" You replied sweetly "Oh. No problemo!" and patted my leg! We smiled at each other and as the plane hit altitude, I popped my ears and although I could not lean the seat back, I was soon dozing contentedly.
Then I was dreaming about you. You and I were someplace private. Not on a bed but on some sort of leather couch. One of us had removed your top. I was tonguing your nipples and kissing your body. Tasting your salty sensuality. Then cut - and you were naked and so was I, and you were straddling my left thigh and with one hand on my erection, massaging it gently. At the same time, you were rubbing yourself against my leg, riding it like it was a giant slippery dildo too big to fit but just slick enough and curved enough to touch you sensually, erotically, in a way that clearly felt very, very good. I could feel you getting wetter and wetter with each pelvic thrust, so that my thigh was getting to be slick with your juices. And then suddenly I realized I was in a dream and in my dream I had a lucid moment where I recalled where I really was and that the hot young lady naked and rubbing herself against my naked thigh in my dreams was actually sitting right beside me. Then I realized there was truly some actual pressure on my thigh and also that my erection was hard and large and extremely real. So that woke me up, and I opened one eye.
Immediately, I realized that you were pressing your shapely butt against my thigh! You had lifted the other armrest between your seat and the aisle seat and had laid your head down there which allowed you to press your genitals sensually against my leg. I could even feel your hot swollen labia as you were moving it back and forth ever so slightly. I looked at my phone and realized I had been asleep for about 45 minutes. I wondered where the other guy had gone to (and only later pieced together that he was an off-duty flight attendant. And so, as they often do when they are catching a free flight, he was helping out with the snacks or sitting in one of their jump seats or something.)
My first reaction, escort bayan stupidly, was to remove my leg but before I did so I thought about it and realized that if I were you I would not want to be woken up. Maybe you too were dreaming and all this was just the innocent result of your own naughty dream. But then I looked over at you and I saw that although your eyes were closed, you were smiling. In fact you were on the verge of laughing. You must have realized somehow that I was awake now. So, I leaned toward you and asked in a whisper "Estas dormiendo?"
"No" you said, coquettishly.
'You naughty thing' I thought. And any desire to move my leg disappeared completely along with any vestiges of whatever moral resolve might have inhibited me. And then, perhaps because you knew I was awake now, and understood that I knew what you were doing and didn't remove my thigh but in fact pressed it ever so slightly more firmly toward you, you stopped being quite so subtle. Your rubbing grew more urgent. You quickened your pace and thrust your thirsty sex more firmly against my thigh. It was in fact getting very steamy down there. Your jeans were the super soft kind and stretchy and it was pretty apparent to me that you had no panties on under there, just wide-spread hungry lips and velvety walls containing a sea of pleasure, yearning to be filled by my suddenly enormous cock.
Looking back, I'm amazed at my restraint. I very much wanted to help you get off but at the same time I didn't want us to get busted. So I didn't take my fingers and massage the fringes of your sex even though I wanted to. I didn't make sure no one was looking and bend down to blow hot air at your slit or press my lips to it. The lights were off for nighttime flying so although we were in public probably no one would have noticed. The crew were elsewhere and the seats across the aisle were occupied by an older couple watching something on a laptop with headphones.
I do admit however that I continued pressing my thigh toward you, eventually matching your rhythm. There was not much room to move really, just an inch or two but even the little bit of mutual motion that allowed was attentive and clearly aimed to please. Eventually, I did also put my hand on my thigh in just the right place so that you could rub your clit against it. This, apparently, finally gave you all the pressure you needed to rub one out right there in the plane. Your movement quickened even more, along with your breath. You sighed a little or maybe it would best be described as a tiny muffled groan and then you reached back and felt for my hardened throbbing bayan escort cock and giggled softly when you found it so hard and throbbing and you massaged it a little and then rubbed yourself even a little more quickly finally taking your hand off my cock and rubbing your own clit furiously through your jeans. Then your breath caught and you held it a little and then let out a long contented sigh.
I waited a beat. Wondering meanwhile if anyone had heard or had suspected what was happening at the back of the plane and even if there was much of a wet spot on my jeans. Then after a moment I asked you softly "Estas bueno?"
"Si" you said contentedly. "Muy bueno!"
When your breathing returned to normal you suddenly got up and went to the bathroom just around the corner since yeah we were at the very back of the plane and when you came back your jeans were gone and you were in just the sundress. Your legs were nice, shapely and toned.
When the flight ended, I helped you take your roller bag down from the overhead compartment. You thanked me sweetly. I couldn't help but admire you from the back as you strolled off the plane ahead of me. I couldn't help but wonder if you had on any panties under that dress since you had clearly removed your jeans because they had become wet. Maybe you had a pair or some shorts in the backpack you had taken with you to the restroom. Then again maybe not. I preferred to imagine maybe not.
After we stepped off the plane I half hoped we could maybe slip off somewhere private and get much more intimate but you smiled and waved at me and walked quickly away with purpose so I stepped into the men's room. Later, I caught one final glimpse of you as I lined up at the baggage claim carousel. You didn't have a bag to wait for and walked out the door, gracefully wheeling your bag out the door and out of my life, to whatever ride awaited you.
When I fantasize about you, as I often do, I first imagine exactly what happened and that gets me super hard, so I start to rub myself. Then I imagine that the flight is over, and we slip off into an out of the way area in the airport, the family restroom at the end of the airport maybe, or even just some darkened already closed departure gate behind a podium or something. We are quick and mostly do it with clothes pushed aside rather than removed since we've already had hours of foreplay. We are quick, like I said, but also very thorough and you want every inch of me and when I give you what you are so thirsty for you come easily and several times almost as soon as I fill your aching walls with my throbbing erection. Sometimes I imagine you insist that I remove the condom that I at first judiciously put on. In the end, you don't let me pull out, you absolutely refuse. And say something in Spanish that means please cum inside me. That's usually when I blow my load.