Night Flight

The flight was only half full that night. 

“Well hello again Mr Taylor, welcome aboard.” The flight attendant smiled warmly at me in recognition. We all filed into the cabin and went through the usual routine of cramming more luggage than was technically permitted into the overhead compartments and under the seats. With so few people, however, there was plenty of space for everyone, as well as their belongings.

Moving towards the back of the plane, I took a seat in the last aisle, right by the window. I like to watch the nightlights of the towns below me, I find it difficult to sleep in planes, no matter what the hour. So I simply relax and rest as best I can

The passengers spread out over the plane, most people were able to find a row to themselves, so they could curl up across the seats and sleep through the flight. I envied them, knowing I would arrive with tired, red-rimmed eyes, and feeling every single one of my 39 years. With a sigh, I began pulling out my laptop to look over some project specs. I glanced up to see a young couple settling into the seats across the aisle.

I'd noticed them briefly in the airport lounge, her especially. She had an easy, confident air, as she moved between the fastened-down rows of chrome and vinyl airport chairs, casually pulling her suitcase behind her. Her wheat-coloured hair hung in soft waves just over her lightly tanned shoulders, and she had a broad, full smile, its spread matched only by the natural swell of her hips. Her body was full and lush, and she exuded a carefree sensuality you couldn't help but admire.

Her eyes were nearly golden, with darker flecks; I'd noticed them when we stood near to one another at the check-in counter. A tiger's eye hung about her throat on a narrow leather cord, and I remember thinking how much that suited her - a tiger's eye, for a tigress of a woman.

Her companion maintained a close distance to her, and I could hardly blame him. Her fingers would touch his dark tousled hair occasionally, and he would nestle his rough chin into the back of her neck from time to time, whispering softly to her and making her smile.

Watching her full, pouting lips sent waves of electricity through my core. I thought I could make a meal out of her lower lip alone. His shoulders were like an axe handle across, and his body hung leanly from them. She rarely stopped touching him, and he looked at her like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

I didn't know if seeing them snuggled in the next seats was going to be a blessing or torment. I knew I would be awake all night, watching those barely parted lips, as each sigh of her sleepy breath escaped, her breasts heaving in unison under the soft fabric of her dress. I felt myself stiffen in my pants, imagining how sweet it would be to release just one of those globes and clamp my mouth around its nipple, sucking and teasing it to a hard, trembling bud.

He crawled in towards the window seat, and she cuddled in next to him. As we prepared for take-off, the cabin lights were dimmed and they began to arrange the small airplane blankets around them. Everyone was preparing to bed down as best as they could for the six-hour flight. 

We were launched into the night sky and I watched as a chessboard of winking lights framed the city below.

The flight attendants brought around a selection of drinks, and I sipped on vodka and tonic until I felt the warmth spread through my body. When I wasn't looking out the window, I noticed the couple across from me whispering and laughing quietly to themselves. His hand ran slowly over her thigh, under the blanket. She seemed to protest half-heartedly, but I also
noticed her legs parting across the seat. I watched from the corner of my eye as I was sure I saw his hand slip down over her knee, then move up the inside of her thigh. I knew I was right when I saw her hardened nipples protruding through the fabric covering them.

Her hand caught his underneath and she motioned to him to cease this daring public attack. The lights below had long since given way to the formless oblivion of a cloudy night, and the thought of watching the two of them groping nearby sent a kind of thrill through me. I decided to feign sleep and see what developed. 

I pulled the blanket over me and turned off the reading light. If I was careful, I could watch them without discovery, keeping my head low enough to obscure my gaze. After about fifteen minutes, they rewarded my subterfuge, renewing their caresses under the blankets.

She turned in her seat, facing me, and he spooned her from behind. His hand slid over the wide curve of her hip and then slipped over her backside, between them. I watched, transfixed, as I saw her sweetly exhale, relaxing into the seat cushions. I couldn't see it, but I knew from watching her body that his hand had found its way into the cleft of her sex, and barely perceptible, her hips ground back onto his fingers. I found my own breath was already becoming more ragged. I quietly unzipped my trousers and pulled my cock out, stroking it silently under the blanket while I watched him touching her.

With little to do, the flight attendants stayed out of the darkened cabin, only appearing when someone occasionally pressed the button for them. The two of them seemed to realize this, and his boldness increased. I watched through the slits of my eyelids as I saw him push her dress up over her bottom, keeping the blankets over them all the while. He made motions in front of his own crotch that told me he was planning to use more than his hand on her.

Her eyes were closed, but she smiled as he moved up to her. She adjusted her posture, then moved her hand around and behind her. I could see she was separating the round cheeks of her ass to give him easier access. It was nearly more than I could bear; my cock was seeping, the head bulging under my fist like it had been inflated. I didn't dare risk moving too much, in case I startled them, so I simply held and squeezed it, picturing her lover's cock nudging her moist pussy lips.

There was no doubt when he entered her. His eyes were shut as he shifted his hips towards her with a quiet thrust, but I could see the satisfaction on his face as plainly as I heard the tiny whimper that came out of her mouth. As soon as he was buried in her, however, all motion ceased. There they lay, seemingly sleeping under the blankets, I alone knowing how intimately they were connected. I wondered - were they just planning to fall asleep like that? Then I heard him moaning in a husky whisper,

"Oh yeah, baby...milk it, yes..."

I realized then that she was using her own muscles around his cock, balls-deep in her, tightening and releasing and squeezing. I'd never been so envious in my life, watching his flushed face as this golden goddess pleasured him.

His passion got the better of him, as I saw his hand move up under her dress, under the blanket to her breast. They must have believed I was completely asleep, since he made no pretence now about his actions. His fingers were pulling at the cup of her bra, fondling her as she wriggled her hips back into him, slowly rocking. The tiger's eye at her throat swayed with each movement. The little stone seemed to wave to me, its motion a mirror of the undulating movement below.