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The Airplane

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The Airplane by Vorlon (vorlon666@hotmail.com)A few years ago I was on a flight from Frankfurt to Tel Aviv, ona trip to a computer conference in Israel. The flight wasovernight, leaving at about 11 PM and arriving at 6 AM. Asusual the flight was crowded, and I was seated next to a youngIsraeli (I guessed) woman, who was in the window seat, and I wason the aisle. (I like this plane, the 767, because the seats are2-3-2 across in economy.)She looked like she was 19 or 20, probably not older, and was notwhat you would call exceptionally pretty, but she was verymuscular and had an incredible deep suntan -- the kind you onlyget from being outside for hours and days on end. She waswearing only a T-shirt (presumably with a bra), and black cottontights and some sandals. She looked a lot like women I'd seen inthe Israeli Army on my last trip -- everybody has to serve fromage 18-20, I think -- and sure enough after a while she pulledout a IDF (Army) notebook and took notes in Hebrew while readingfrom what looked like a technical manual, also in Hebrew, on somesort of mechanical equipment. She looked at me a few times, butapparently was lost in thought. We didn't talk much at all for acouple of hours, through the meal (such as it was) and movie.Later she put away her books and turned out her reading light,and went to sleep against the window. She seemed sort ofrestless, and finally fell asleep again with her head leaningagainst my shoulder. This didn't bother me, and somehow seemedsort of charming. I was sort of half-asleep myself, although Idon't sleep well on airplanes.Finally, after a while, she'd shifted in her sleep, and hadsomehow turned to me and had put her pillow on my right arm,leaned her head against it, and had pulled my arm (which was nowa little tired) onto her seat. With her right hand, slowly, shetook my arm, made my hand into a gentle fist, and put it againsther belly, and was just gently breathing in & out... eventually Irealized she was actually rocking against it, slowly, and all ofa sudden I was pretty aroused. And I didn't want to doanything to change things.Eventually, she moved it down to rest on her pubic bone, and thefist was pushing against her crotch. She started breathing alittle harder, and so I opened my "fist" a little and tried,slowly, to rub my fingers directly on her pussy, through thetights. She stopped me, and made the fist again, and moved itback to position. She whispered in my ear, "Touch. Nice."This went on for a few minutes, very, very, gently, quietly,without anyone around noticing. Meanwhile, my cock was fullyerect, uncomfortable in my pants, and with my left hand I startedrubbing it very gently and surreptitiously. By this time she hadgrasped my right hand and was really grinding it against her; Ireally wanted to touch her so I moved up and tried to slip itunder her tights at her waist. Again she stopped me and made myhand a fist and moved it back to position, saying "Touch...nice!" in my ear.She leaned in my direction at one point, and I whispered, "Kiss?""No. Touch!" she replied, and renewed the joint effort of myright hand and her right hand, applied to her crotch.Finally, she started breathing quite hard, and buried her face inher pillow, and, to my great pleasure, her left hand moved slowlyto my pants, and she just rested her open palm there. I got theidea, and put my left hand on her hand, and began gently pressingit against my cock, through my pants. She sort of laughed, andasked, "Nice?" By then I couldn't actually answer, since I was onthe verge of coming, but I just smiled and a couple of secondslater my cock squirted in my pants... she kept rubbing for alittle while, and then took her hand back, and with both handsgrabbed my fist and kept going with it, harder, faster, andfinallly she opened my hand and pushed the fingers and palmagainst where her clit must have been, and she came with her face buried in the pillow, biting it really hard, pressed up against my shoulder.She finally pushed my arm away, and we caught our breath. Thenshe just abruptly got up, without saying anything, and climbedover me to the aisle. For a moment I thought she was going toaccuse me of something, but she was just going to the bathroom. I went as well (to a different bathroom!), cleaned up a little,and returned, and when I got back she was already there, her head& p[illow against the window, and as I sat down she just said,"Sleep. Goodnight."Not a tender glance, not a squeeze of the hand, and certainly nosmall talk. When the plane landed she got off quickly anddisappeared into the crowd at customs/immigration -- we went inopposite directions since she was a returning citizen -- and I lostsight of her.