My boyfriend and I were returning from four days in California on the redeye. Why we even bothered to fly five hours, as 90% of the time we were in various positions screwing like two animals in heat.
I settled in to my seat in my comfortable sweats for the long ride home, enjoying the ache of over activity my vagina had been through, knowing the last vestiges of his orgasm of two hours before were dripping into my panties.
It was about an hour into the flight, when under the blanket covering the two of us, I felt his hand move over my crotch I smiled at him and pushed it away. He was a man on a mission and wouldn't be denied, and soon he had his hand in my sweats, pushing my panties aside searching for his target. When he found my clitoris, I squirmed, and opened my legs wider. He spent the next 20 minutes alternating between thrusting his fingers roughly into me, and rubbing my clitoris.
I moved my hand under my t-shirt and bra, and teased my nipple as I got closer. I buried my head into chest, as it approached, slowly building, then faster until it was all I could do to not scream out, and then that rush from deep inside.
I pulled his hand out, unable to take the attention anymore. He brought his middle finger up to his nose and inhaled deeply, then licked it. I touched him and he was hard as a rock. He looked around, lifted off his seat, and pulled his sweats down to his thigh. I fisted him slowly, teasing him as much as he did me.
When I felt the pre-ejaculate, I'd stop, fondle his sack, then go back. 30 minutes of torture was enough for him, and while I was softly rubbing that sensitive spot right behind the tip, and he lifted his hips slightly and the warm goo slid onto my hand.
I looked around, lifted my palm to my mouth and licked it off, tasting that salty tang. He pulled his sweats back up, and I laid my head in his lap, feeling his erection deflate against my cheek.