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Flight to heaven

Recently, I was returning from Africa to the U.S. via London. Our flight to London departed towards evening. I fly frequently and love plane rides because I often get to “rub” up against women discreetly. This flight turned out to be a short cut to heaven.

The plane was almost full with only a dozen open seats. My seat held no promise of leg/thigh rubbing so I scouted out other available seats shortly before they closed the doors. I found an aisle seat next to attractive women who appeared to be about 35 years old. She was sitting next to a man who looked in his mid 40s. The man was in the window seat and the women were in the center seat. She had her bag hanging over the back of the seat in front of her and dangling between her legs. She had her legs spread out on either side of the bag. As I sat down, I expected her to change her leg position, but she did not. My excitement grew as her right leg was clearly in “my space in front of the edge of my aisle seat and she was not going to move it. I was not going to risk any contact until after the plane departed and we were well underway.

After a few minutes, I overheard her name as Adrian, and it was clear they were a couple but neither was wearing a wedding ring. After take-off, there was a meal service and coffee. During the meal service, with the trays down, her leg was often resting lightly against mine. She was wearing a light weight one piece, loose cotton dress that stopped several inches above her knees. I was wearing light cotton gym type shorts. Her bare legs pressing against my calf had me very excited and dreaming about what might happen when the lights were dimmed for sleeping. It seemed to me, with her legs spread, that he was aware what she was doing and it crossed my mind that they may like to play this game in public. Adrian had soft, shoulder length light brown hair, well rounded breasts (probably 34c) and killer tanned, smooth long legs. She was wearing an intoxicating perfume and the top 4 buttons of her dress were open showing off her tanned voluptuous cleavage. She clearly enjoyed showing off her body and I was the right guy to enjoy the view.

As soon as the coffee service was cleared, the crew announced they were dimming the lights for sleeping. She turned to me, said she needed to get out, and lifted the arm rest between us as she rose to slide out of her seat. 5 minutes later, she returned to her seat but did not put down the arm rest. I was almost sure I had someone who wanted to play during the flight and I tingled with excitement. Her “friend” said he was going to sleep, put in ear plugs, draped a blanked over his head and leaned against the window wall to sleep. All this time, she continued to have her legs spread around her bag and against my leg.

I put on my eye shade but kept it high enough that I could see down to her legs. As we both started to get comfortable, she shifted positions slightly, bringing our hips into contact. She was leaning toward the fellow next to her, but her hips and leg were pressing against mine from hip to calf. Over the next 20 minutes, she changed positions several times, each time letting her dress climb a bit higher in the dim light and increasing the pressure of our two legs. My dick was twitching madly as her smooth skin rubbed against my bare leg. When she opened her blanket, I thought I was in trouble, but she spread it only over her side away from me, leaving her right leg uncovered. As she put the blanket into position, her dress slid up until it was only 4-5 inches below her panties. The smell of her perfume, the sight of her long smooth legs and the pressure of her skin against my leg had me hard as a rock.

At this point, it was clear that she was into playing and it was my turn to take a bit of a risk. I had been pretending I was asleep with my hand on my thigh. I pretended to change position slightly allowing my hand to slide off the top of my thigh resting my pinky and outer palm against her smooth thigh meat. This was the moment of truth. If I was misreading the situation, she would do something to break the hand contact. If I misread, it was in the wrong direction because she immediately placed her hand on top of my hand and gently guided my hand until it was fully on top her bare thigh. At this point, I took off my eye shade. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I had many fun experiences on planes but this was the first time I was being encouraged to feel a bare leg. I started sliding my hand, ever so slowly, up and down her thigh dipping down between her open legs on occasion. As I worked my hand higher, her dress started to pull back the last few inches. At this time, she moved the blanked over her leg and covered my arm and hand. Slowly I stroked her inner thigh until the outside of my little finger brushed against the soft curly hairs which were amazingly not covered by panties. As I worked my hand onto her mound, she slid down several inches in the seat and I could now work her button and slide my finger down over her sopping, slippery slit. Her right hand was now on top of my left hand moving up and down as I worked her toward an orgasm. I rubbed her clitoris and down over her slit, back and forth, for a good 10 minutes until she started shimmering with her first of many orgasms. She was dripping juices as she moved my hand down and guided my middle finger inside her while pressing the heel of my hand against the top of her mound. I continued to plunge my finger in and out of her while pressing the heel of my hand against her clitoris. Within a few minutes, she had several more powerful orgasms. Just before she came, she undid two buttons on her blouse and pulled my right hand across my body to tweak her elongated nipples. I wanted to suck on them but there was no way to do this discreetly. Tweaking her nipples and plunging into her honey pot had her over the top within a minute- with several very powerful orgasms. As she was coming, I was rubbing and staring at her nipples and inhaling her sweet perfume.

After her 6th or 7th orgasm, she settled in to catch her breath and button up her dress. As she relaxed she turned to look at me with the dreamiest, sexiest look I have ever seen and gave me a sweet smile and a sexy kiss with her tongue buried deep into my mouth. We kissed for about 30 seconds which was another first for me on a plane. I was bursting with excitement and hoping she would reciprocate.

After a few minutes, she put another blanket over me then turned and kissed me again- long and deep. I was so excited as I love kissing. Then she stopped kissing, pulled her head back a foot to gaze at me, and slid her hand under my blanket and onto my thigh. She ran her fingers and finger nails over my thigh and up under my gym shorts. The legs on the shorts were very loose and she could easily slip her hands up. Then she whispered for me to pull down my shorts- which I did, and she slid her hand up and grasped my throbbing dick. There was no shortage of pre-cum, but she rubbed her hand against her pussy to juice it up and then started sliding her palm up and down my shaft- ever so slowly. It was so slow, as slow as I have ever experienced, but it was great because it greatly prolonged the thrill. She slowly worked the shaft, only occasionally coming all the way up to the bulb of my dick. Finally, after about 7 or 8 minutes, she increased the pace and started sliding up over my bulb with each stroke. One minute of this and I exploded with the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. Gobs and gobs ejected onto her hand as she kept sliding up and down over the bulb milking me until my spasms totally ended. She wiped her hand on the blanket, gave me a deep kiss and said she would see me again in a few hours. We repeated the whole thing again in the middle of the night except this time; I got to suck on her nipple for a few minutes while fingering her.

Who is the lucky guy flying next to her now? Wow!

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