The plane cruised, clouds scudding lazily below. The stewardess had just given us our meals. The man next to me gave me the eye. We both knew. 

I reached over and pulled out his cock. He groaned as I stroked him, precum covering my palm. I leaned down, mouth open, eager to taste.

I accidentally bumped the controls with my elbow. The plane lurched. I sighed, flicking on the intercom.

“Good morning, this is your co-pilot. I apologise; we’ll be experiencing some unexpected turbulence for the next ten minutes. Please remain seated. Thank you.”

Then I got back to work.