My husband, Tom, and I got away for a week-long Hawaiian vacation. We needed something after ten years of marriage. We are both thirty-five. The last ten years have been good, but with three kids, there hasn’t been much opportunity for romance like we used to enjoy before kids. My parents offered to watch the kids, and we jumped at the chance.
We had a good week, each of us trying our best to rekindle the flames of passion that once consumed us. As much as we tried, we were both fatigued from the exhaustion of life. We both wanted to experience a new spark. Neither of us imagined it would happen on the flight home.
Hawaiian vacations are wonderful, except for the flight home. Almost all of them are red-eye flights, making it nearly impossible to sleep in an uncomfortable airplane seat with a couple of hundred other travelers packed in around you. To make matters worse, nearly all of the seats were taken on the plane when we booked the flight. The best we could do was get seats A and C in the same aisle, hoping whoever was in the middle seat might trade with one of us.
Despite the challenges, my husband was determined to get some sleep. We ate a light dinner, washed down by a couple of final Hawaiian Mai Tais. Half an hour before the flight, he popped an Ambien. By the time we boarded, the rum and sleep aid were kicking in. It was then we both eyed the Polynesian vision already sitting in the middle seat between ours. She graciously got up, so I could slide into the seat by the window. It was obvious that my husband admired her beauty as much as I did. Her long, black hair flowed over her bare shoulders. She wore a small, white tube top to cover her petite breasts and tiny, denim cutoffs that showed off her long slender legs. Her brown eyes sparkled as her genuine, broad white smile lit her face. She introduced herself as Kanani and offered to change seats with me so I could sit next to my husband.
“No, that’s okay,” I said. “He’ll probably be asleep before the plane gets in the air. I like the window.”
“Uh, yeah, that’s okay,” he mumbled, unable to hide his gawking at the island dream sitting between us.
The airplane was blasting its air conditioning, no doubt in part due to the tropical heat outside. Despite the diminutive size of Kanani’s tits, her thin top was no match for her thimble-sized erect nipples. I could feel my own nipples hardening from the chill in the plane and unexpected arousal at the sight of hers. Fortunately, mine were concealed beneath my short, Hawaiian dress. Tom was wearing a T-shirt and basketball shorts. In an effort to encourage sleep on the long flight, passengers were given thin blankets. Tom quickly opened his up and covered his body, determined to fall asleep.
As the flight took off, Kanani and I began with normal pleasantries but soon began chatting like long-lost friends. Following the first food service, the lights on the plane were lowered. Kanani and I continued to talk. She shared she was traveling to the mainland to see her boyfriend, hoping he might propose. I shared about Tom and me, our marriage, and our trip. The more we talked, the more we opened up, sharing candidly about everything, including sex. It was then that the first, gentle gesture of her hand touched my bare leg. I tried to reassure myself it was nothing, but the way her deep brown eyes connected with mine felt magical. A few minutes later, her fingers took hold of mine in a brief hand-hold as she talked. A current of electricity flowed from her through my entire body.
I was mesmerized by her. Our chatting was only occasionally interrupted by a brief snore or other sounds from Tom, who was already in a deep sleep. We both rolled our eyes and laughed.
“He’s probably dreaming about you,” I half-kidded. “Knowing him, it’s probably a wet dream.”
Kanani blushed, feigning humility. “I’m sure you’re the only woman in his dreams.”
“His cock often gets hard when he sleeps,” I blurted.
Kanani smiled. “That must mean he loves who he’s lying next to in bed,” she answered. “Especially when she’s as sexy as you.”
I blushed, as the chemistry instantly heated to another level. I didn’t know what to say. “Well,” I blurted. “I’m not the one sitting next to him right now.”
We both glanced over at his lap and giggled. Her gaze lingered.
“Reach under the blanket and see,” I said.
“Really?” she answered, without an ounce of protest.
“Yes,” I said, realizing there was no way to withdraw the invitation. I watched as her long dark fingers disappeared under the thin blanket and moved across the top of his lap.
“You know your husband,” she said, looking back over at me with her smile while keeping her hand on his stiff cock over the thin fabric of his basketball shorts.
“Squeeze it and see if he wakes up,” I said.
Kanani’s fingers wrapped around his cock, swathed in the slippery fabric.
Tom moaned, without opening his eyes. We both giggled. She did it again, this time without permission.
“He’s got a nice cock,” she complimented.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’m kind of fond of it,” locking eyes with her again. “Stroke it.”
Her eyebrows raised with a sultry look into my eyes. “Really?”
“Do it,” I said.
Kanani smiled at the order. She adjusted her position in her seat before sliding her long fingers up the leg opening of his shorts. As she did, her silky leg pressed against mine inadvertently. Shock waves went through my body. She gripped his bare cock in her long fingers and slowly began to stroke. Watching his blanket move with her hand underneath made me so aroused. My pussy tingled. I could feel myself getting wet.
