The Red Eye Adventure, part one
“Now boarding flight 363 from Seattle to New York’s JFK airport.” The announcement came over the loudspeaker. I gathered my things and joined the milling passengers as they waited to board the plane. Luckily I’d caught a break and a good deal, and had been able to upgrade my ticket to business class. I was looking forward to the extra leg room and service. The queues moved fairly quickly and soon I was on the plane, moving toward my seat. I located my seat, noting the seat next to me was empty for now. Despite the extra leg room in business class, I hoped the seat next to me remained empty.
I stowed my luggage and settled into the window seat to prepare for the flight. As the minutes ticked down to take off, a few people trickled into business class but it remained fairly empty. Two of the flight attendants walked by, talking about a late arriving passenger who was rushing from the other side of the terminal to catch this plane, and that they would be hold the doors until they arrived.
I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes, trying to relax. I didn’t notice the passage of time, but suddenly there was a commotion near the boarding door. Apparently the late passenger had arrived in a flurry of people and noise.
“Sir, please find your seat immediately, as we need to prepare the plane for departure and immediate taxiing.” I heard the flight attendant say to the passenger. “What seat have you been assigned, sir?”
“I’m in 15B,” I hear the man say, realizing that is the seat next to mine, and my heart drops a bit.
“You are right here, next to this young lady,” The flight attendant tells the passenger. “Since the cabin is fairly open today, we can most likely reassign you to another seat after we take off. However for now you need to take your assigned seat so we can expedite take off.”
I open my eyes in time to see the passenger glance at me and then survey the rest of the cabin. “Oh, I don’t think that will be necessary,” he says offhandedly to the flight attendant while flashing me a smile. I couldn’t help but flash a wicked half smile in return. As the flight attended walked away, I took my time taking him in. He was quite tall, pale skinned, dark hair, and brown eyes. Quite slim and lanky, my favorite combination, but it looked as though he had a bit of muscle in his chest and arms. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice button up white shirt. He was stowing his carry-on luggage in the overhead bins, so I took the opportunity to check out the bulge in his jeans, which looked to be quite nice. At the moment my tongue darted out to moisten my lips, he looked down at me and placed his hand on the seat back in front of us.
“See anything you might enjoy on the flight?”
Slowly drawing my tongue back in, my lips forming their smile again, “Oh, I see many things that could make my flight much more entertaining.” I took a moment to look him straight in the eyes while keeping my smile, and then dropping my gaze to his crotch. I leaned back in my seat again and closed my eyes. I felt him sit down and heard the seat-belt clasp. The pilot came on the intercom and announced that we were taxiing to the runway and would be able to take off right away.
“Well this will be an interesting flight.” I hear the man say quietly, and I feel his leg brush lightly against mine and then shift away.
I open my eyes and glance at him, “Indeed it will be.”
The plane went through its normal taxing and take off smoothly and then the captain came on the intercom announcing the standard flight information; mentioning how long our flight would be and that they expected it to be a mostly smooth ride. We were on a red eye, so I knew that not far in the future the flight attendants would be passing out pillows and blankets, and would be turning down the lights to let us catch some sleep.
“So, do you fly often?” he asks me out of the blue.
“Oh, often enough to earn upgrades and a slew of miles,” I tell him, “but not often enough to find myself in any special…” I take a minute to look at him. “…clubs.” I finish with a hint of a smile. His face stays blank for a minute and then breaks into a knowing grin.
“That’s a shame! Well, I fly all the time, I’m going to go the extra mile to pull some strings and get you admitted into my favorite club as a VIP.” He smiles widely as he says this. His smile is so gregarious and attractive; I can’t help but smile back. A moment later, I notice I am squeezing my legs together slightly. “My name is Greg, by the way,” he says and reaches his hand out to shake. “I figure if we are going to be sitting next to each other for the foreseeable future, we should at least be on a first name basis.”
I reach out and shake his hand, which is big and strong. He has large clean hands with well-kept nails, and a firm grip, and when he squeezes my hand it’s just enough to give me a hint of his power. “I’m Suzanne, nice to meet you.” He holds my hand a moment longer than he should, and then releases it. “So Greg, are you able to sleep on planes? I find I always try, but I never manage to quite fall asleep. It’s a shame on these red eye flights when the whole plane seems to be zonked out.”
“Oh, I’m a night owl,” he responds, “I find I’m up at all hours of the night taking care of business.” Smiling nonchalantly he continued, “Something urgent often comes up in the middle of the night that needs my immediate attention, so it works out.”
I’m enjoying this witty banter full of double entendre, and I’m finding it’s increasing my level of attraction to this handsome mysterious Greg. I’m already starting to have dirty thoughts, wondering what his cock looks like, how big his balls are, what they will taste and feel like in my mouth. My mouth has begun watering at the thought, and I lick my lips and swallow the excess saliva. Apparently my mind has been wandering longer than I realize, as Greg is looking at me expectantly. “I’m sorry, what? My mind must have wandered for a moment there,” I quickly blurt out.
“Oh, I don’t mind at all. It’s not every day I’m sized up like a piece of meat on the table. I am quite enjoying it.”
I feel my cheeks warm as I begin to blush slightly, shades of pink creeping up my cheeks and showing slightly on my neck. I manage to swallow my slight embarrassment at being caught and I lean forward toward him slightly. “I can’t help it, when I see something that looks appetizing; I just want to have a taste.” I hold my breath, frozen still leaning forward, for a moment or two, waiting to see what he’ll do. He leans forward as well, so that our faces are inches apart.
“You’ll have to let me know what you think after you’ve had your first taste.”
Just then the flight attendant appears in our cabin with the pillows and blankets, and begins taking our drink orders. When she gets to us, hands us both blankets but we both decline the pillows. We place our drink orders and she moves along.
Greg turns to me with a cocked eyebrow. “These certainly could prove to be useful.”
“The plot thickens.” I reply with a smirk. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll use the restroom before we receive our drinks.” He moves his blanket and stands in the aisle for me to pass. I get up and walk down the aisle, swaying my hips slightly as I know he’ll be watching. I reach the bathroom and enter. I take my time and then come back out. The plane has started to pitch a bit, and the pilot comes on the intercom and informs us that we’ve encountered some unexpected turbulence and he’s turning on the ‘fasten seatbelt sign’ for the present time until we clear this patch. I walk back to the seat, using seat backs for some stability as this has turned out to be a rough patch indeed. I reach our seats and suddenly the plane pitches again, tumbling me forward and landing my breasts directly in Greg’s face. I feel his hands come up to my waist and start to slide up my sides.
“Oh, I’m sorry, the turbulence is quite bad!” I say slightly embarrassed, but in reality enjoying the feeling of my breasts pressed against his face. I linger a moment longer than I should, encountering no resistance from him, then I get my footing again and stand back. “Sorry about that,” I say with a smile. I step back for him to stand up and let me into the seat and the first thing I immediately notice is the bulge that has developed in his jeans. I smile enjoying that visual result of his attraction to me.
“Don’t worry about it, it was by far the most pleasant turbulence experience I think I’ve ever had on a plane.” He says as we are getting resettled. I notice he doesn’t cover up his lap as many men would, but rather quickly touches his cock. “I’m sure I wouldn’t mind another accident like that.”
