Mile High

Glancing between my ticket and the stickers above the seats I find my row, scooching in to let others behind me go by. I look down at a sleeping man already tucked into the window seat, blind pulled down, leaving him shrouded in shadow. I only saw parts of his features: dark hair peeking out from under a ball cap, black rimmed glasses framing closed eyes, and a salt and pepper goatee highlighting full kissable lips. Cute, but silent, as I prefer my seatmates to be. Setting my shoulder bag under the seat in front of me I pull out my book and AirPods as quietly as possible.

After buckling in I pop the buds in my ear, pulling out my phone to start the music. Dead air and the red 0% flashes across the screen. Fuck. They were dead. They must have not connected properly last night when I put them on the charger. Looking over at the stranger I prayed he stayed asleep. A napping seatmate was far preferable to a chatty, or worse, creepy, one. Although the soft slumbering features of his face made me think he would be enticing to talk to.

Drinking up the unobserved view my eyes travel up the long legs, to crossed arms that show strength, to the exposed neck that was begging for a tongue to run up, and finally back to that goatee and scruff on his cheeks. It was adorable, and I wondered what those whiskers would feel like on my spine as his lips and tongue made their way up from my ass as he pushed me down. His hands grabbing my cheeks, spreading me wide, slipping his cock in and fucking me slow and deep. I suppress a moan as a flush of pleasure runs through me, clit throbbing at the thought.

Jesus! What was wrong with me? Fantasizing about a sleeping stranger! Who was the creep?

The seat begins vibrating as take off begins, not helping my state of arousal. The rush of wind reminiscent of hot breath on my neck, the pressure pushing me back like a lovers arms pinning me down . I try to ignore the sensations and the effect it was having on my imagination and open my book. I find my marked page and try to focus on the text, but the rough movements of the plane make it hard to keep track as my head bobbled around. Cussing mentally I wonder if it was the pilots first day. Movement from the corner of my eye alerts me to the awakening of the handsome giant. I try not to look as he shudders awake, stretching wide, but watching him uncurl his body was too enticing and I gape like an idiot until he catches my eyes.

“Hi,” he says with a smile. 

“Hi,” I choke out, dumbfounded by his smile.

“Did we hit some turbulence?” He asks, keeping eye contact as he sits up, turning more towards me. 

I shake my head, closing my unread book, “No, we just took off.”

“Really?” he muses, “Is it the pilot’s first day?”

I chuckle, “Exactly what I was just thinking.”

Leaning forward he glances at my book, Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind, “Interesting choice. Is it good?”

Tucking the book away, knowing I wasn’t going to read while he was awake, I reply, “It’s a bit dry in some places, but it pairs nicely if you’ve read Hawkings’ A Brief History of Time. Offers a perspective on social hierarchy, and why we’re so determined to keep repeating history.” 

Raising an eyebrow, his smile grew bigger, “So, you’re a nerd?”

“The nerdiest,” I answer with a laugh. 

“I love nerds. Is there a Mr. Nerd?” he inquires. 

I shake my head as he unbuckles the seatbelt, lifts the armrest, and slides next to me. He was definitely tall I thought, looking up into the golden brown of his eyes. Taking a deep breath I inhale the scent of him: sweat, dust and laundry soap. The combination causes the throbbing between my thighs to become more urgent. I clamp my thighs tight, increasing the pressure on my clit. Visions of him looking up at me, mouth wet, quickly replace rational thought. I try to lean back a bit, give myself some space but there isn’t a lot of room to be gained on an airplane. 

My eyes drop to his mouth and the world melted away. There was only him and my need to know what he tasted like. He leans in, lips hovering over mine as he whispers, “I find nerds very sexy.”

I close the distance between us. My hand grasping his shirt, pulling him down to me as I kiss him. They were just as soft as I imagined. I let out a small moan as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer, almost on his lap. His tongue flicks out, running across the seam of my lips, probing for entrance into my mouth. Eagerly I open, letting out a groan as his tongue dives in. 

I pull his shirt up, sliding hands under to the touch of warm skin. A small sigh escapes him as he slips a hand up my skirt and between my thighs, palming my pussy through the thin material of my wet panties, thanks to my imagination and the fire he lit with his kiss. The heel of his hand pushes against my clit, the pressure sending waves of pleasure through me as I nip his lip. A finger etches around the leg band of the panties, into the wet depths of my hole. I squeeze tightly around his finger.

“This okay?” he asks, lips moving down my neck to the hollow of my collarbone. 

Okay? Fuck if he stopped now I was going to be a mess, a very angry, very unsatisfied mess. 

I just nod my head, looking around. The plane was mostly empty, thankfully, and no one was paying attention. Grasping my thigh he pulls it over onto his lap, skirt sliding all the way up and opening me up for his exploration. Nuzzling my ear, breath hot, “I want to bury my tongue in your pussy,” he teases as he slips another finger inside, curling them slightly as he slowly thrusts, thumb circling my clit.

I knew I was close. Breath quick and shallow I look into his eyes, a cocky smile gracing his face, he knows he’s got me. I dig my fingers into his arms, burying my face in his neck to smother the cries, the orgasm ripping through me and soaking his hand. He doesn’t stop at one and I bite into his shoulder as another racks my body. He pulls his fingers out, reviewing the wet mess of his hand languidly begins sucking my juices off his fingers and thumb, one at a time, tongue swirling the palm, not missing a drop. I could only stare. Mesmerized by his mouth.

Fuck. Me.

Completely caught off guard with what just happened I shake my head, clearing the haze of the post orgasmic moment. How did I go from reading about the evolution of human society to getting finger fucked by a stranger? On a plane no less.

Yet.

I wanted more.

My eyes couldn’t help but drop to his lap, curious about what was behind the zipper. Since he took such liberties with my body it only seems fair to do the same to his. I reach out and slide my hand up his thigh to the bulge between his legs. Fingers sliding to the outline of his cock I stroke up and down through the thick material. I glance up to see him watching my hand, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. I move up to kiss him as my hand continues its work.

Lips still locked he unzips his pants, pulling his cock forth. My hand grasps the smooth skin, feeling how thick and hard it was. Sweet baby Jesus. That felt like a glorious penis. Thumb and forefinger barely circle his thickness as I stroke up and down. I couldn’t not look anymore. Breaking the kiss I look to what is in my hand. He was thicker than he felt, the head alone looking like it would stretch me to the limit; and he just got thicker down the shaft, stopped by a pair of heavy balls nestled in dark hair. I take a quick glance around and seeing no one approaching I use my thumb to rub the precum off his tip. Delicately my tongue flicks out to taste the stickiness. Sighing contently, I lap the last of the taste from my thumb. Fuck he tasted good.

Wanting more I resume my previous ministrations. Fingers working his cock, other hand cupping his balls and gently massaging. I look up to see he’s got his eyes closed, upper lip trapped between his teeth and short breaths to maintain control. Damn he looked good enough to eat. So, I decided to do just that. 

Bending over I slip his cock into my wanting mouth. A sharp inhale of breath and the swelling of his cock the only indicators that he liked what I was doing. I start to work him in and out of my mouth, building up my saliva to keep his cock wet and my hand lubricated to move up and down his shaft. He was too thick to deepthroat, especially from this angle. Mouth open, hovering over the hear spit drips down to the head and shaft as I continue with a hand job. I knew our time was limited and flight attendants would be coming around shortly. We didn’t need an Air Marshall to arrest us for lewd behaviour. 

He was close and his hand reached down to cup his balls, eyes watching my face. I wanted to watch him finish himself off, so I let go, his hand quickly replacing mine. I watched as his strokes became shorter and his breath quicker.

“Kiss me,” he groans between gritted teeth.

There is nothing gentle in the way I kiss him. Lips demanding and tongue invading. I could feel the quick jerks of his hand, mine reaching for his balls and that was the end for him.

“Now,” he mumbles into my mouth.

I drop my head to his lap, wrapping my lips around his head, sucking deeply, swallowing every drop. His hand grips the back of my head as stream after stream fills my mouth. His hand relaxes in my hair as lap up the drops of cum off his stomach. Sitting up, he’s watching me as I see a drop of cum still on the tip of his cock. My finger scoops it and I lick it off, savouring the taste.

“Fuck,” he whispers, “That’s fucking hot.”

Smiling I lean in and kiss him again, the taste of us mingling.

I can hear the dulcet tones of people break through the imagined bubble around us and I shift back into my seat, adjusting my skirt. He quickly tucks his still semi hard cock back in his pants. Watching with a smirk, all I could think was this flight was just gonna get better.

Finally presentable I giggle as the attendant rolls up.

“Can I get either of you anything?” she asks.

“Something sweet,” I reply, “I have a salty snack already.”