A frisky traveler enjoys a first-class ride — courtesy of her sexy seatmate.

I was sitting alone at the airport bar, sipping my cosmopolitan while I waited for the call to board my plane. When I looked up to grab the bartender’s attention, ready to pay and be on my way, I connected with the warm gaze of a man seated at the other end of the bar. After I signed my check, I found I had a neighbor.

“James,” he said, introducing himself and extending his large hand for a shake. A dark blue suit melded to his muscular physique. The tailored garment was clearly designed to showcase the man within. Beneath his jacket, he wore a crisp white button-down and a red silk tie. Everything about him screamed expensive, but the outfit was no more than a fabulous wrapper for a delightfully sinful treat. I was much more interested in what lay inside all of that fabric.

I opened my mouth to respond to him when my flight and row were announced, cutting me off. “I’m sorry, James, but that’s my call.” Yes, his chiseled jaw and dark brown hair were enticing, but I needed to get on that plane. I figured I would never see James again.

I settled into my seat in the first-class cabin and gratefully accepted the glass of sparkling wine that I was offered. I closed my eyes and sipped my drink, the bubbles dancing across my tongue. Even after years of travel, takeoffs and landings scare the crap out of me, and I’m often on edge throughout the entire flight. That said, a few drinks beforehand always ease my tension. My mind buzzing happily, I was nearly drifting off to sleep when a voice rumbled beside me.

“So we meet again.”

I opened my eyes, barely believing that James, of the airport bar, was about to sit next to me. What a delicious surprise!

“Today’s my lucky day,” he said. “I’ve never had such a gorgeous seatmate before.”

I smiled, intrigued by this interesting turn of events. Having James as a seatmate could definitely be fun. The nerve-wracking cross-country flight suddenly held some interesting potential.

Initially, James settled in with some headphones, leaving me to handle takeoff on my own. I gripped the arms of my seat and gritted my teeth, willing myself to keep it together until the plane evened out and we reached cruising altitude.

“Our physical connection sent little waves of pleasure rolling through my body.”

We were finally past the steep, bumpy ascent when I felt James’s hand rest atop mine. He must’ve sensed my apprehension. “Hey,” he whispered, “are you all right?”

Suddenly, I was. His tender touch was all my mind needed to quiet down. I nodded. “Yes, thank you.” Then I added, “Sometimes takeoffs still rattle me, but you holding my hand helps.” Our physical connection also sent little waves of pleasure rolling through my body, reminding me that it had been quite some time since a man had put his hands on me. I shifted in the seat, determined to ignore the ever-increasing pulse between my thighs but failing entirely.

“If you think it’d help, I’ll hold your hand the whole flight — or anything else for that matter,” he said with a wink.

He had my attention there. Anything else? James was either the most shameless pickup artist of all time or the most innocent man I’d ever met. There was only one way to find out.

“Thank you,” I replied in my most breathy, damsel-in-distress voice. “I know I was quick to leave you at the bar, but I’m so afraid of flying I tend to get stuck in my head before a flight.” I fixed him with my most innocent stare. Any desire I had to sleep through the trip was instantly abandoned. I wanted to see what James would do to distract me from my “fear.”

Before he could respond, the cabin lights dimmed and a flight attendant walked down the aisle offering blankets. I accepted one gratefully, pulling the blanket to my chin as my eyes darted sideways to James. He leaned toward me, breathing a warm puff of air against my ear as he whispered, “That blanket could make our flight very fun. It’s incredible how something so simple and thin can conceal so much.” His hand slipped beneath the blanket, drifting along my hemline and across my bare thigh until he brushed my knee. His fingers meandered along the sensitive skin, giving me chills. “It’s perfect for playing a game of ‘Nervous.’”

I met his gaze, confused but curious where he was going with this. “Nervous?”

“You know,” he drawled, placing his other hand on top of the blanket. His fingers trailed along my thigh, the sensations dulled by cheap airport fleece. “I touch you, and then I ask if you’re nervous. As long as you say ‘no,’ I get to keep touching.”

I relaxed into the seat, content to let his hands wander. A lazy smile spread across my face. I lifted my hips off the seat, pushing myself against his hand and wordlessly begging for more. “I’m not sure I understand this game. What happens exactly?”

He chuckled. “Lucky for you, I’m an excellent teacher.” Under the blanket, his fingers grazed the sensitive flesh behind my knee, making me jump. “While we play, I’ll touch you like this,” he wiggled his fingers, making me squirm. “And I’ll ask: Are you nervous?”

I shook my head, so he kept moving. His hand slid down, cupping my calf muscle, then swooped around again, leaving goose pimples in its wake. He slipped beneath the hem of my dress, his palm settling on my thigh. His fingers brushed across my skin. Back and forth, back and forth. Every feathery stroke set my nerve endings aflame. Moisture dampened my panties as my clit eagerly awaited its turn. I spread my thighs a bit, encouraging James to wander farther, faster.

His deft fingers continued their dance toward my crotch, lingering on the patch of flesh closest to my pussy. “How about now?” he asked. “Are you nervous?”

“No, I’m hot,” I groaned, my hips circling as I tried to lure his hand to where I needed it most.

He laughed. “Well, I could take the blanket off, but I think we’ll both have a better time if I got under there with you.”

James smiled at me, the heat of his eyes making me melt from the inside out. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “We’re on a redeye. The lights are dimmed, everyone around us is sleeping, and the flight attendants won’t be back around for hours.” He paused, looking deep into my eyes and making my pussy ache with need. “All things considered, I think it’s time for a new game. Let’s see how wild I can make you, without you making a sound.”

Now that suggestion got my attention. “I should warn you, I’m a former hide-and-seek champion. I could sit quietly for hours and hours.”

That was all the encouragement James needed. He slipped silently to the floor in front of my seat and burrowed beneath the blue fleece throw. The blanket covered him completely. If anyone were to look over, I would appear to be merely a sleeping passenger. It was so erotic, so arousing. I opened my legs wider, inviting him deeper.

Not being able to see what James was doing made the sensations more intense. He pushed my dress up to my hips, making me wiggle in my seat. My panties were next to go, and he brought his face close to my crotch. A quiet groan came from under the blanket, and I tapped his head to quiet him. It turns out I didn’t need to worry. James found far more productive things to do with his mouth.

Warmth spread across my abdomen as his mouth claimed my clit, gently rolling it between his lips while he softly hummed an impossibly erotic tune. I had to stifle a moan when the rolling and sucking graduated to light flicks of his tongue. My fingers gripped the armrest as I struggled to keep still. Every one of my muscles seemed to go haywire as his mouth worked its magic on me.

James altered his technique again, placing a thumb over my clit while his tongue found my hot, wet entrance. My body jerked, the new rhythm sending wild sensations coursing through me. He danced around my folds for a while, circling my clit with his thumb while licking my slit up and down and side to side. My over-sensitized skin was singing, but I kept my mouth slammed shut. The minute I made a sound the game would be over, and I wasn’t willing to let that happen.

Finally, his tongue pressed inside me, offering my pussy a tantalizing preview of what could happen if he actually fucked me. I sank lower in my seat, demanding more pressure, more speed, more… something.

Then two fingers replaced his tongue, and I found heaven. I pulled my lip between my teeth, biting down hard to stifle a groan. The pain only intensified what I was feeling, and I found myself writhing in desperation. I clasped a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming, my body close to release.

While his fingers fucked, his mouth sucked, stimulating my clit until I thought I would explode with desire. His fingers curved upward, pushing against my walls with a light circling motion that sent me into a blissful stupor. Pressure built within me like a champagne bottle that had been shaken.

My head tilted back as another moan nearly escaped my lips, the sea of feelings threatening to drown me. One last lick sent me over the edge. My pussy clamped down on his fingers as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. I gasped for air, choking it down like a fish out of water. My descent back to earth was slow but blissful. I don’t know if it was the possibility of being caught or the excitement of a new partner — or maybe both. Whatever it was, James had given me some of the greatest pleasures I’d ever known.

My travel companion crawled out from under the blanket and pulled himself into the seat next to me, his handsome face glossy with my juices. “I think you’re going to owe the airline for what you just did to that seat.”

I smacked his arm. “Shut up,” I whispered, scandalized by his suggestion. Though truthfully, James’s carefree, confident attitude was rubbing off on me. I reached over and palmed his dick. “You got to please me, now I want to please you.”

James looked at me, both eyebrows raised. “As much as I’d love to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, I don’t feel comfortable with you blowing me under a blanket.”

I raised my eyebrows right back at him. “Well, as much as I hate double standards, I’m inclined to agree. I don’t want to get caught blowing you in public. But I bet we could find a free bathroom. Besides, I’ve always wanted to join the Mile-High Club.”

This time, I got a smile. “You lead the way, and I’ll be right behind you.”

I rose from my seat, straddling his lap as I made my way into the aisle. My thighs closed around him briefly, as if giving him a quick hug with my legs before moving on. Being bold was fun, and I wasn’t ready for the adventure to end.

As I silently and carefully made my way to the first-class bathrooms, I surveyed the seats around us. James was right. Most were empty, and the few passengers who were onboard were out cold. Even the flight attendant tucked at the back of first-class looked like she’d been sleeping for hours. I smiled. Perfect.

“My hips rocked against his, loving the friction his cock created against my crotch.”

I picked the restroom farthest from everyone’s seats, conscious of the fact that James was watching me, waiting for the moment to sneak inside and join me. I gently closed the door behind me, trying to be as quiet as possible, desperate to remain unnoticed.

As I waited patiently for James, I inspected my reflection, loving how the heated blush of arousal lingered on my cheeks. A gorgeous afterglow from my inflight orgasm. It was better than any bronzer I’d ever tried. My hair was tousled, the bodice of my dress askew. I looked as sexy as hell. Satisfied — but ready for more.

I was tugging my dress back into place when a light knock sounded on the door. James pushed into the bathroom and pressed a finger to my lips. “We’re going to have to play that quiet game again,” he whispered.

I nodded, my eyes wide as I anticipated another amazing orgasm. Honestly, I was surprised by how much I’d enjoyed trying to stay silent while my body screamed in ecstasy. There was something insanely hot about having to keep all of my pleasure completely to myself.

James sat down on the toilet, pulling me onto his lap. “Not the most romantic space, but I’ll take what I can get.” His lips landed at my neck, licking and sucking enough to make me shiver. I shifted in his lap, pressing my thighs together to soothe the ache below, but his erection poking against me did nothing to lessen my hunger.

Before I could maneuver my body and slip my hand inside his pants, he lifted me off his lap and helped me straddle him. This position pressed my pussy against what was clearly an impressively hard penis. My hips rocked against his, loving the friction his cock created against my crotch.

Meanwhile, James continued to devour me, his tongue touching and tasting every bit of my exposed flesh. I nearly groaned when he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth and sucked. Every caress made me wild with need. I shifted over him again, angling my hips so my clit rubbed against him as I frantically sought relief.

When James broke our lip lock, I decided I wanted to do some exploring of my own. I slid down to the floor, kneeling between his legs. “I need to taste you.”

I licked my lips, unzipping his pants to free his dick. My mouth watered as I manhandled his erection. He was way bigger than my vibrator. Thick, long and throbbing, he completely filled my fist. I smoothed my thumb over his tip, spreading the tiny bit of moisture that was beading at the head. Then I sucked him into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the top and working the base with my hand until I was rewarded with a helpless groan.

“James’s pleasure fueled my arousal. Every groan made me suck harder.”

His obvious approval encouraged me. I slid his thick, hard cock into my mouth until I felt it hit the back of my throat. Once I was confident I could take all of him, I repeated the motion, skimming my mouth from base to tip. My hand came along for the ride, my wrist twisting as I pumped him. James tangled his fingers in my hair, and muttered curses escaped his lips as our “quiet” game was totally abandoned.

James’s pleasure fueled my arousal. Every groan made me suck harder and faster. I glanced up at him, the wild look in his eyes making my cunt throb. I stopped sucking, releasing his dick from my mouth with a pop. Then I started to lick, my tongue circling his cockhead with urgency, like it was a delicious ice-cream cone melting in the summer’s heat.

“Oh, God — it’s so good,” he groaned, hips moving furiously as he pumped into me. I held my head still for a moment, allowing James to fuck my face. He grunted, his fingers pulling my hair as he urged my head upward. “Please, please stop before I come in your mouth. I want to get off inside your pussy.”

While James’s velvety soft cock felt amazing against my tongue, I was even more curious to know how it would feel pounding my pussy. After planting a final kiss on the tip of his dick, I stood. He was slumped on the seat before me. I towered above him in my too-high heels. I was primed and ready to ride. “Condom?” I asked, extending my hand.

James looked dazed and drunk. He reached beneath himself and pulled a wallet from his back pocket. “Somewhere in here,” he said, thrusting the billfold at me.

I grabbed the wallet, pulling it open to look for the all-important condom. Meanwhile, my pussy pulsed between my thighs, clearly growing impatient. Once I spied the foil packet, there was no holding me back. I tore the package open with my teeth and took the condom between my lips. I lowered my mouth down his cock, using my lips and tongue to slide the rubber to the base of his erection.

Once James was sheathed, I settled my knees on either side of his hips, gazing into his dark eyes as I lowered myself onto his shaft. I took a breath, relaxing my muscles so that I could fully take him. My pussy opened slowly, gradually allowing him entry as my body adjusted to his girth. He perfectly pressed against my G-spot without even trying. Never before had I felt so full. My muscles twitched around him, the slightest movement sending shockwaves through me.

A quick shimmy of my hips worked the last inches of James deep into my core. Then I rose briefly before slamming down. My pussy slid along his length, my inner walls tingling. But it still wasn’t enough. I wanted it harder, faster. I planted my hands on his shoulders for leverage in order to take him over and over again at a pace that would sate my erotic hunger.

I gyrated my hips and clenched my internal muscles. My position allowed me to face James and really enjoy how crazy I made him. His expression was an irresistible reflection of tortured ecstasy. His breath came in short bursts, and his fingers gripped my ass in desperation while I rode him with an animalistic intensity. Before long, James began to lose control. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tight, struggling to stay silent. But the less you see, the more you feel. Quiet was becoming harder to maintain.

James slid his hand between us, spreading his fingers across my abdomen as he bucked upward and drove his dick into me. His thumb found my clit and started another torturous dance over that tender nub of flesh. Round and round went his thumb, making me quake as I tried to contain my moans. My pussy clenched around his dick as my climax fast approached. Every thrust smacked his cock right against my G-spot, jacking me up until I was wild with need. The room spun as I tried to absorb the sensations and maintain the frantic pace of our wild fuck.

The first wave of my orgasm hit and my back arched like a cat, shoving my tits into James’s face. He gripped my bodice with one hand, pulling it down so that both of my breasts were exposed. His lips closed around one of my nipples, sucking me in with a gentle tug. The erect bud seemed to be connected to my clit. Every motion of his lips and tongue on my nipple sent another jolt of ecstasy straight to my pussy. A moan echoed in my chest, and I bit my lip to contain the sound.

I increased my speed, my hips rocking furiously against James. He was barely containing his own groans as he pumped his hips. I leaned back, angling myself so that every stroke of his cock made my body sing. My pussy was pulsing, gripping James and demanding satisfaction. Then light exploded behind my shut eyelids as another orgasm rocked me. My head fell to my chest, my cunt twitching around his dick and coaxing him toward his own release.

A sharp upward thrust from James almost unseated me. I gasped when he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers digging into my fleshy hips, as he rode me to his finish. I rocked from side to side while he drove into me, barely able to keep my mount on his cock. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t match his furious pace as he catapulted toward his climax.

When James’s orgasm claimed him, he slammed into me one last time, his fingers flexing as he emptied his load inside me. Afterward, he leaned forward, his face buried in my breasts. My cleavage muffled his heaving breaths and happy sighs.

After a few moments, his eyes fluttered open and a lazy smile spread across his face. “Is New York your final stop?”

“Yes, until my next trip.”

His palm stroked my lower back. “I have an eight-hour layover. Any suggestions for things to do while I wait?”

“Yes… me.”

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