As I boarded the plane and took my throne-like seat in First Class, excitement and anticipation bubbled over inside.  Not only was this my first time to fly First Class, but I was also headed on my first trip to Hawaii.  As if things couldn’t get any better, my best friend would be meeting me in Maui.  What more could I ask for than a week in Maui with my bestie?  Maybe him, I thought as I spotted the tall, built, all-American guy making his way down the aisle.  But I’d flown enough to know how airplane fate worked.  In all my years of flying and the countless hot guys I’ve shared flights with, never has one been seated next to me.  However, I couldn’t even begin to count the endless stream of screaming toddlers I’ve had as seatmates.  Airplane fate is a cruel mistress, that’s for sure.
        Just as I started pouting over my bad luck, Mr. Cute Pie stopped at my row.  He looked down at me and then glanced at the vacant seat next to me.  “That’s me,” he said in a friendly voice.  What are the chances?  So that’s where all the hot guys have been...First Class.
        As I stood up and stepped into the aisle to let him in, I suddenly thanked my lucky stars I had decided to wear my cutest dress.  Originally, I had planned to wear sweats and a t-shirt, to be as comfortable as possible on this long flight, but last minute I decided a cute dress was more appropriate for First Class.  This particular dress was my absolute favorite--and for a good reason.  The length was just so that it showed off my toned, tanned legs without shrieking “slut!”  And its neckline plunged just enough to showcase my ample cleavage, but definitely left plenty to the imagination.  Not to mention, this particular shade of green made my eyes sparkle like emeralds.  
Homerun, I thought as I gracefully slid myself back into my seat.  Because this was such a long flight and it was First Class, each of our seats came sleep-ready with big fluffy blankets and full-sized pillows.  I was far from tired, but it didn’t feel nice to rest my head against the soft pillow.  Before Mr. Hottie had joined my row, I’d had the blanket spread across my lap, but now I wasn’t sure what to do.  I was a bit chilly, but how would he see my tight, bronze thighs if I had a blanket over them?   Without even realizing how long I’d been mulling this over, I looked up and noticed that the flight attendants were closing the doors and beginning their safety speech.  Letting comfort prevail for the time being, I spread the blanket back over my lap, leaned my head back on the pillow and got ready for take-off.


        First class really was amazing--so amazing, in fact, that I completely dozed off without even feeling the least bit tired.  Next thing I knew, we were thousands upon thousands of miles over the ground and I was being awakened by a hand grabbing my thigh.  It wasn’t a forceful or rough grab, though.  It was a deep, sensual grab that slowly brought me out of my sleep.  
Am I dreaming? I hazily wondered as I came to.  But I definitely wasn’t.  The hand continued to massage my leg, slow and sweet.  It gradually began creeping into my inner thigh and working its way up.  Th fingers massaged and tickled all at once, sending shivers and goosebumps up my body.  Finally, after completely convincing myself that I wasn’t dreaming, I opened my eyes and looked to my left.  There was Mr Hottie, leaned back in his seat, eyes fixed on me and his hand clearly under my blanket.   He had a seductive smile barely curling his mouth and I knew he was trying to read my reaction.  But what was my reaction?  My head told me to push his hand away, call him a perv and order the flight attendant to find this creepo another seat.  But before I could follow my head, my pussy spoke up.  Hot, wet moisture pooled in my panties as Mr. Hottie’s hand continued to rub my leg and  move toward the radiating spot between my legs.  I looked back at Mr. Hottie.  Rather than speaking, I just leaned my head back onto my pillow, gave him a small smile and close my eyes.  I had noticed, though, that he also had a blanket over his lap.  Maybe I should repay this favor?  Nah, not yet.  Let’s see how good a job he does first.


I reclined my seat as far back as it’d go and allowed this silent stranger to move his hand under my dress and begin stroking my throbbing clit through my panties.  I nearly moaned aloud, but remembered where I was at the last minute.  I arched my neck a bit, needing to channel my ecstasy somehow.  He then moved his fingers to the waistband of my panties and danced them in between the cloth and my hot flesh.  He began rubbing my clit gently, making it throb and ache and causing more juices to pool in between my legs.  I heard movement in the aisle and looked up to see a flight attendant standing at the row in front of us, taking drink orders.  I looked at Mr Hottie, who suddenly appeared to be asleep.  Ah, I get it.  So, I did the same, sliding down into my seat and closing my eyes.  Hopefully she would think we were asleep and not bother us.  After all, I wanted nothing to interrupt this magic that was taking place under my blanket.


As we sat there, pretending to be asleep, Mr. Hottie continued to rub my clit.  Then he slid his fingers in between each lip of my aching pussy, gliding up and down and teasing my hole as he did.   
Ok, this guy was good.  I decided it was time I attempt to reciprocate his kindness.  Without opening my eyes, I carefully moved my arm under the blanket on his lap and felt around until I reached the unmistakable bulge in his pants.  I began to fumble with the button and zipper of f his shorts and after a couple seconds, I was in.  I pushed my way into the flap of his boxers and grabbed his cock in my hand.  I felt him stiffen with my touch  As I began stroking, he upped the ante and plunged his fingers as far into my pussy as they’d go.  I nearly screamed, but I threw my other hand over my mouth before I could make a sound.   My toes curled and my hand tightened around his large dick.  I barely opened my eyes an saw a smile curl over his lips.  
As his fingers thrust in and out of me, I kept my tight grip and began stroking his cock.  I then removed my hand from his pants and pushed it under my blanket and in between my own legs.  I pulled his fingers out of my pussy and replaced them with my own fingers.  I pumped them in and out a few times, getting them wet with my juices.  I then returned to his cock and wiped my fluids on the head of his cock.  Now with a little lube, I was able to smoothly stroke my hand up and down the length of his cock.  After a few seconds, Mr. Hottie’s fingers returned to my pussy, fucking my hole as I slid my hand from head to shaft.  We lay there, not speaking, eyes closed, pleasuring each other as we flew 30,000 feet over land.   
For a moment I considered asking him to join me in the bathroom, but then I thought against it.  There was something even more erotic about this than joining the Mile High Club.


I began to stroke him harder, squeezing the tip of his cock each time I reached it.  Rubbing it a little longer, forcing drips of cum to ooze out.  I heard his breathing quicken and his fingers began fucking my pussy harder and faster.   We each continued, our hands moving furiously as we each got closer to climax.  


Just as I thought I was about to cum, he stopped.  My eyes shot open and I looked at him.
“Wait,” he whispered.   He reached up to my hips and found my seat belt and unbuckled it.  He then grabbed me with both hands and pulled me toward him.  He then rolled me onto my side, facing away from him, and readjusted the blanket over me.  Even though I was pretty uncomfortable, lying on my side in the crack between the seats, I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening.  
I turned around to him, “What about the flight attendants?” I asked.
He looked at me, as he positioned himself behind me and said, “Just trust me.”  
With both our blankets securely over us and us half-lying half-sitting in a spooning position, Mr. Hottie slipped his hand back into my panties.  But this time he didn’t finger me.  Instead, he slid my panties to one side and with his other hand, pushed his hard cock into my pussy.  It slid in with total ease and sent hot waves of pleasure through my body.  His movements were subtle, as to not draw attention from the passengers around us--most of whom were sleeping.  I cautiously pushed my ass into him, forcing his big dick as far into me as possible.  We each rested on our elbows, thrusting and grinding against each other.  Hot juices began pooling between us as climax grew closer and closer.  I arched my neck as I got ready to cum.  Knowingly, Mr. Hottie wrapped his hand around my mouth and pulled me into him.  He panted in my ear and thrust harder and deeper, our movements becoming more and more obvious.  But we didn’t care.  He fucked me so good and I couldn’t hold it in any longer.  I began to cum.  I bit onto the skin of his hand, trying to keep myself from screaming.  My back arched and my pussy contracted around his cock.  Juice poured out of me as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life.   As I continued to climax, I felt his body tighten.  His thrusts became harder and I started to feeling hot jizz pump into my throbbing pussy.  He pulled me into him, forcing his cock into me over and over, pumping more and more cum into me with each motion.  I lay there, my body quivering, juices beginning to drip down my leg.  Without saying a word, Mr. Hottie pulled away from me and sat back normal in his seat.  I did the same.  I adjusted my pillow, neatened my blanket back over my lap and proceeded to fall into a deep sleep until I was awakened by the jolt of the plane’s wheels touching down.

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