“Good afternoon. This is your captain speaking. I'd like to welcome everyone on TWA Flight 86. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 41,000 feet at an airspeed of 550 miles per hour. The time is 8:25 pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side, we are expecting to land in London approximately twenty minutes ahead of schedule. The cabin crew will be coming around in about ten minutes' time to offer you a light snack and beverage before we turn down the cabin lights for the nighttime duration of the flight. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the flight.”
Kevin, thirty-four years of age, was excited about his first solo business trip to London, and he was determined to make the most of it. Even though he was on a long fight, he wore pressed khakis and a button-down shirt. Kevin wanted to look decent for the entire time he was on company business.
He liked the extra leg and elbow room that business class afforded, grateful that his company would pay for that. He glanced over at the woman to his right, in the aisle seat. Older than he, maybe forty, forty-five, he guessed to himself. And damn, he thought, she was hot. He also couldn't help noticing how she smelled. It was subtle, but so… what were the words? He didn't know how to describe it other than he found it extremely attractive, enticing, mysterious and arousing all at the same time.
He had tried to keep his eyes to himself, but she made that very difficult, and he took a sideways peek at her again.
She was almost as tall as he was, blonde, with shapely and toned legs. He knew this because even though she wore a flowing knee-length dress of light material; she had crossed and re-crossed her legs a number of times and kicked off her shoes as well, getting comfortable for the long transatlantic flight. Most women tug the hem of their dress back down after movements like that, but she had not. On top of all that, her breasts were barely contained by the tight white blouse she was wearing, and her nipples poked adamantly into the crisp white cotton.
She caught his look and gave him a cool, appraising look in return. Sheepish, he grinned a little and gave a “well, hey, how could I help it” shrug. Without a word, she returned to her book.
After the brief service, the flight steward announced that the cabin lights would be dimmed for the night portion of the flight and that if passengers had any requests to let them know. The woman asked for a blanket, and Kevin thought that was a good idea and asked for one as well. He noticed that one more button was undone on her blouse. He wasn't sure, but thought that one had been buttoned before. The lights dimmed.
She positioned a pillow in the crook of her neck, turned a little sideways towards him, lay the blanket up to her shoulder and closed her eyes.
As Kevin adjusted his pillow and blanket, he looked over again, longer this time, as she appeared to be 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.