I’m a single guy in my early 30s. I had a long night flight ahead of me,

and since I had booked the flight at the last minute, I didn’t have much choice in the matter of seating. As it turned out, my position was at the very back of the plane, where a pair of seats was crammed into a small space. The leg room was limited to say the least, and since I am rather tall, I was not happy with the situation. But the plane was booked solid and there was nothing I could do. My seat was on the aisle, and I could only hope that whoever was to occupy the window seat would not take up too much space.

As the plane filled up with passengers, I began to hope against hope that the seat next to mine would remain empty; but no such luck. On the other hand, things could have been a lot worse. The passenger who finally showed up to claim the other seat was a tall beauty about 20 years old, with long dark hair and a stunning figure. She wore a simple white blouse and a skirt that probably looked shorter than it was, since the legs below it seemed to go on and on. I estimated her height to be about six feet two, just a little shorter than me. I’ve always had a thing for tall girls with long legs and long hair.

I rose to let her slide by me into the window seat, and as soon as we sat down it was evident that there was a problem, as both her legs and mine were too long to be crammed comfortably into the space in front of us. My legs had been angled into her space; now that hers were there, that option was not available. I tried sticking my feet out into the aisle, but was soon cautioned by a stewardess that I couldn’t leave them there. As for the girl, she was trying to find a comfortable position as well. She tried spreading her legs and resting a knee on either side of the seat in front of her. As she did that, her skirt rode up her magnificent legs, and as she fidgeted some more, her lacy white panties were exposed. They covered a very pronounced pussy mound. I tried not to stare, but she caught me looking at her crotch. I was not sure what to do, so I started to apologize. The girl blushed a little and quickly adjusted her skirt. “No, I’m the one who should apologize,” she murmured. “I didn’t mean to tease you like that.” She shifted her position again, this time drawing up her legs and tucking them under her on her seat.

This allowed me to shift my own legs into the space in front of her; but it was soon evident that she was still not comfortable. So I suggested she try putting her legs on top of mine. She hesitated, but I assured her that it would be okay, and finally she gave it a try, stretching her long legs over mine, with the backs of her knees resting halfway up my thighs. The feeling was exceptional, and I smiled at her as the plane now started to take off. “I’m Barry,” I told her.

“Kathleen,” she said, and smiled back at me as we shook hands.

We were soon making small talk and feeling quite friendly. Kathleen told me she had just transferred to a college in my home town, and was rather nervous about it, as she was unfamiliar with the area and didn’t know anyone there. I offered to help her get settled in, and she smiled appreciatively, neither accepting nor rejecting my offer.

At one point Kathleen leaned forward and groped for one of her feet, then gave a little sound of frustration when her position prevented her from reaching it. When I asked her if I could help her with anything, she said she just wanted to take her shoes off, for more comfort. I offered to do that for her, and was able to easily pull off the sling-back heels she was wearing. I also massaged her feet a bit as I handed the shoes to her. Kathleen appeared to be rather ticklish, and squirmed about a bit as I playfully rubbed her feet, enjoying the feeling of her legs wriggling and sliding about on mine. Her skirt rose higher and again exposed her panties, but she made no effort to adjust it. This was a lot of fun, and soon I was developing a serious erection.

At that point I requested a blanket from the stewardess and put it over our laps. Under the blanket, I resumed rubbing her feet for a bit, and then moved up to her ankles. I took it slowly, knowing that it would not take much to scare her off; she seemed rather inexperienced with men. When she made no move to stop me, I slid my hands up again and started massaging her calf muscles. Kathleen gave me a strange look, but still said nothing. I smiled at her as I moved up to her knees, and then started rubbing her thighs. I saw her bite her lip, and I decided to see how far I could go.

The skin above her knees was so soft. My fingers floated over her skin, applying a bare minimum of pressure, but enough to excite the nerve endings. I heard her breathing become more pronounced. I now put more pressure on her thigh muscles, giving them a good massage, first one thigh, then the other. My heart leaped as I felt her spread her legs a bit to give me access to her inner thighs. Her eyes were closed now, her breathing more audible. My hands drifted higher and higher up her legs. If she did not stop me soon, I would be touching those lacy white panties I had seen earlier. But as I got within about two inches of her pussy, she suddenly pressed her legs together, and her hands came down to guard her pussy from my touch.

Not wanting to scare her off, I quickly moved my hands to the outer curves of her thighs, feeling her toned muscles as I rubbed them gently. Kathleen let my hands wander up each thigh unhindered, and they progressed slowly until they again reached her rather flimsy panties. I didn’t try to go under them, but worked my hands around to the front of her thighs, my fingers trailing along the bottom edge of the garment.

Kathleen now suddenly alarmed me by pulling away. “I have to go to the bathroom, okay?” she said. “Can you put my shoes back on?” I did so, and she got to her feet and more or less climbed over me to get to the aisle.

When she returned a few minutes later, she got back into her seat and again draped her legs over mine. I took her shoes off and started over again, massaging her feet, her ankles, her calves, her thighs, though more quickly this time. Kathleen just closed her eyes and appeared to enjoy the sensations. My hands again wandered all over her thighs, and when I got to where her panties had been, I found that they were no longer there. She was wearing nothing beneath her skirt.

At that point she leaned toward me and whispered in my ear, “I’ve got a present for you. Something to help you remember this flight.” And with that she handed me her lacy underpants.

I was stunned, but I accepted them with thanks. My mind was swirling. This had to be some kind of signal, but of what? Was she telling me she had enjoyed it, but now it was over? Or was she indicating that the way was now clear for me to go further? Looking at her panties, I noticed a large wet spot at the crotch, and that decided me to go for broke.

The thought of her wet, naked vagina only inches away was driving me crazy. Reaching under the blanket again, I put my hands on her knees, then slid them up the insides of her thighs. Her eyes were closed, and I wondered what she was thinking. My hands moved higher and higher, until I could feel the soft flesh just below her vagina. As I began to massage her there, she again parted her legs to give me better access. I could feel her moistness now, and I thought I could feel the heat from her pussy.

Kathleen was breathing harder and her eyes were open now, staring at me. My fingers were reaching for the final prize when she again swiftly closed her legs, trapping my hands between them. “Stop,” she panted. “Please. I’ve never done anything like this. What are you going to do?”

“Nothing you don’t want me to do,” I told her, looking into her eyes. “I promise.” Again I didn’t try to force anything, but I let my trapped fingers make little circles on the tender flesh of her thigh, so close to her pussy. Kathleen stiffened a little, gazing at me with her mouth open. Then, with a little moan of surrender, she leaned back in her seat and allowed her legs to fall open once more.

She was mine. But hot as I was, I didn’t want to rush this, and I decided to tease her a bit. My hands drifted away from her pussy and began to caress the outer surfaces of her legs, and then her hips, sliding underneath her to massage her ass, squeezing and fondling and making her squirm about in her seat. I could tell that she was very horny now. On an impulse I put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her toward me to kiss her. This seemed to surprise Kathleen, but she made no objection, closing her eyes as she kissed me back. My other hand made its way under her blouse and around her back to unsnap her bra. She gasped, but before she could say anything my hand was cupping her now uncovered breast.

Her breasts were a perfect size, with small but very erect nipples. I kissed her again, and this time she slipped her tongue into my mouth as I pinched her nipple with my fingers, then moved to her other breast. After a moment she leaned back, slid her bra straps off her shoulders and removed the bra without taking off her blouse.

As she did this my hands went back between her knees, and Kathleen began to moan softly. “Touch me,” she whispered. My hands once again drifted upwards while caressing her inner thighs; but this time, I did not stop until I felt her mound. Her bush was trimmed to short curls, which felt intoxicatingly erotic. As I rubbed that mound I felt her begin to tremble. “Touch me!” she pleaded again.

Now, finally, I slipped a finger into the folds of her vagina. It was very wet as I stroked slowly up and down along her slit. Each time I reached the top of her opening, I felt for her clit and flicked it with my finger. Each flick acted like a jolt of electricity; her legs twitched and her hips bucked.

“Oh, God; I’ve never felt anything like this before!” she whispered. I said nothing, but continued to finger her slit and clitoris, her body jerking about with each stroke. I probed a bit deeper, and then I felt a barrier. She had told the truth about not having much experience—she was a virgin!

I wanted to bring her to orgasm with my fingers. I started to stroke her pussy in earnest, pressing, probing and pushing. Kathleen was soon writhing in ecstasy, her hips undulating. I brought my free hand to her left nipple and pulled on it, tweaking it and rolling it between my fingers. I could see that she was on the verge. She was trying to be quiet, but she was moaning and gasping uncontrollably. Whether the sounds attracted any attention I didn’t know, and right then I didn’t care.

“Ohh yes!” she gasped out. “Oh, yes, right there! Yes!” Her hips began to buck, and I felt her pussy pulsate on my fingers as they were inundated with her juices. Her eyes were closed throughout her climax, but as it finally subsided she opened them and blushed deeply.

“Oh my God!” she panted. “Oh, I didn’t know it could be like that!” She appeared to be in deep thought for a minute as she regained her breath. Then she looked at me and blushed again as she stammered, “Can I—can I return the favor?”

“If you want to,” I said. She nodded, still blushing. I quickly undid my belt and opened my slacks. My stiff penis sprang upward, hidden by the blanket. I then took her hand and moved it toward my dick. Her fingers instinctively curled around it and began to stroke it experimentally, but awkwardly. I then realized that she was using her left hand, as that was the one closest to me. That gave me an idea.

“Why don’t we switch places, so you can use your right hand,” I suggested. “It will be easier that way.” Kathleen nodded and lifted herself up so I could slid into her seat. I did so with difficulty, but before she could move to my seat, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back onto my lap.

Her back was against my chest; her bunched-up skirt was the only thing between my dick and her still wet slit. I pulled her back further, and as she turned her face to me I kissed her parted lips. We continued kissing as my left hand went under her blouse to her breasts, my fingers teasing each nipple in turn. I slid my right hand under her skirt and sought out her clitoris. Kathleen moaned into my mouth. Breaking the kiss, she raised herself off me to shift her hips a little, and I used the opportunity to bunch her skirt up around her waist as I positioned my dick at the entrance to her vagina. I then guided her back onto my lap, lowering her slowly as my cock slid between her pussy lips.

Kathleen gasped. “Barry, I’ve never done this before!” she quavered.

“I know,” I told her. “It’s all right. Just go slowly.”

A moment later she let out a tiny cry as her virginal barrier gave way, and my cock proceeded to slide further into her. It took her a minute to recover from the shock of losing her virginity, but once she felt me buried inside her she began to respond, and strongly.

I continued to rub her clit with my thumb and to toy with her nipples with my other hand as I began to move my dick in and out of her with a slow, rhythmic motion. She responded to each thrust with a delightful counter thrust, and she matched my rhythm as I increased both the tempo and the strength of my thrusts, adding various delightful movements of her own. Her body writhed and twitched as she rode my dick, and soon it was apparent that she was close to climax. So was I. I managed to hold off until she came, stuffing a fist in her mouth to stifle her cries of rapture. That sent me over the edge, and I shot streams of jism deep inside her spasming body.

After that we each went to wash up, then settled down to get some sleep, awakening only as the plane was about to land.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked, smiling at her. “And would you like to start off your life in this city with breakfast at my house?”

Kathleen smiled radiantly back at me. “Only breakfast?” she murmured.