Flight Plan (Part 1)

I now I’ve seen you before somewhere. Here we are right here on this plane. There’s virtually no-one on the flight and we have a long way to fly. We have the 2 seats by the window and there are people probably 3 rows ahead of us, and no-one to the side of us. We start chatting. You are from some small town I have never heard of in a state I’ve never been to, but your personality is leaping out of your mouth with every sentence. I’ve already heard the line I was waiting for. “Where are you from? That accent is wonderful”. I could read you the in-flight magazine and you’d be eating out of the palm of my hand probably, but I think today we’ll see where this goes.

You have one of those white cotton spaghetti strap tops on and a short denim skirt. Long tanned legs look at me as we wait for take off. You are very chatty and I like that. I ask a question every 5 minutes or so and off you go. You have a large rock on your finger, so I ask about that.
“Big rock.”
“Yes” you say dismissively, and launch into a 10 minute sob story about how things used to be wonderful and how they suck so much now.
We chat about it until the drinks come round and I make sure you have plenty of vodka and so do I. The stewardess looks at me as she walks away and I give her a wink. She laughs and shakes her head.

We just keep talking, and the conversation gets more and more steamy as the flight moves on. You put your hand on my leg and lean over. “What do you think about my little sob story then?” you ask.
“I think you may need a little excitement in your life”, and I turn my head and kiss you.
You pull away. And then come back for more.
You have very thick lips that are soft and very kissable.
You pull back again. “Well, I didn’t expect that”…
“I apologise” I say.
“No, I didn’t expect that kind of reaction from me” you say. “I’ll be back in a minute”

Outside, the sun has set and the lights in the plane go down. Its quiet as a number of people are starting to get settled for the long haul.

You come back and sit back down. I put my blanket across your legs. Those things are killing me. You take my hand and put it under the blanket on your bare thigh. You turn to me again and kiss me. “Can you make my life more exciting?”
“for the duration of this flight, I think I probably can…”
A slow deliberate movement of my hand finds a hairless moist set of pussy lips. A little groan slips out of your mouth.

“More vodka”, the stewardess asks as she walks past. I don’t move, but you jump a little and look a little sheepish. “Yes please” I say, with a grin.

My hand stays where it is and as she moves off grinning, I know they are all talking about it at the back of the plane.

I get up this time and go to the back of the plane. The stewardess looks at me as I lick my fingers.
“Looks like your wife is getting a little hot under the collar over there”
“shes not my wife..”
“Oh really”
“In fact, I don’t even know what her name is. I’m terrible aren’t I”
“Yes you are” she says with another grin.
“What are you grinning about?”
“oh nothing” as I enter the bathroom.
A short knock on the door let me knows where this is going.
I unlock the door and the stewardess enters. “I want what she’s getting” and a long wet kiss ensues.
I lift your skirt and slide a finger inside you. That seems to be working right as you want it to. You kiss me more and slide your fingers down to yourself and quick as a flash, bring yourself off very quickly.
“Well, that didn’t take much” I say
“I’ve been working on you ever since you got on the plane. Now get back out there and sit down. If I catch you walking around this plane again, you are in trouble”
“Yes I understand”
She leaves. I look in the mirror and shake my head. This is going to be an interesting flight after all.

I go back to my seat, and so does my hand. The lights go out, and she slips a hand into my shorts and grabs my dick. What can happen next?