I had the window seat on the overnight flight. She had a white shirt, lots of cleavage on display, short denim skirt, slender tanned legs and cowboy boots. My cock started to swell as I watched her place her things in the locker. I was throbbing by the time she sat next to me, smiled and introduced herself. When she took off her boots giving me a great view of her white cotton panties, I was ready to explode.
I fell asleep soon after the lights went out and the next thing I knew was waking up with a funny feeling: she was asleep on my shoulder! I looked down and could see that to make herself more comfortable she had removed her bra and one of her tits was gently rubbing up and down my arm as she breathed. The outcome was that my cock was throbbing again and I desperately needed to do something about it!
I reached under my blanket and opened my jeans and took my cock out. I started to rub my bell-end as I watched her breast rub up and down my arm. I had to wank gently so as not to wake her but as the excitement built I must have disturbed her and she started to move. I froze!
As I sat there hoping she wouldn’t move away, I felt a weird sensation. A hand reached under my blanket and wrapped itself around my cock. Her head was still on my shoulder and her eyes were closed but she slowly started to rub my shaft with her long elegant fingers.
I took my hand away from my cock and, as she slowly wanked my throbbing cock, I gently cupped her breast. It was lovely and firm and it didn’t take me long to find her nipple through her shirt. I worked on it until it was bullet-hard. She started breathing heavier but she never moved her head or opened her eyes.
Eventually, the feel of her firm breast and rock hard nipple combined with the gentle strokes on my cock became too much to handle. With a gasp I began to pump my load into my blanket. Her hand tightened around my shaft and she milked me dry. She finally let go when my cock had gone totally limp.
She had just pulled her hand away when the stewardess, who must have heard my gasp, whispered “is everything all right sir?”. I gave her a sly smile and replied “yes, just dreaming”. Or was I?
