A couple of years ago, I would travel every month for work from the west coast across the Pacific. The flight left around ten at night.
It is always a surprise to see who sits down next to you on a plane - I hope a blond movie star will sit down, but that never happens. On this trip a lady of 40 sat next to me. She seemed like an adventurous type, and was off to Hawaii for a week on the beach.
Well as the flight progressed, I got more game and so did she - we got closer and footsies started. Soon after that the lights where turned off for all to sleep. Before long I had my hand in her crutch, and hers in mine. This was a pure sexual thing, no cuddling to start or anything, not in a plane. Just raw courage with a stranger and my heart was going like mad. We had the blanket shared between us, and hands working each other. I was getting an excellent hand job from the stranger sitting next to me. I had to stifle my moans and wriggling to avoid attention. We were surrounded by other passengers all dozing off, the odd hostess walking past. And this lady was working me good. I came in a big way, all over the blanket, my shirt, her hand. It felt good.
Afterwards we cleaned up a bit, and had a short sleep. An hour later we landed. She got off, I stayed on, and that was the last I saw of my stranger.
(Oh and the blanket - they folded it up and make it ready for the next flight - yuk)