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Sitting in the back of the airplane, alone in my row, the hum of the engines carried through the cabin.

The lights were out and most all the passengers slept. At each of the windows, the sun glowed around the edges of the pulled-down blinds, providing just enough light to see.

I reached forward and grabbed a white airplane blanket from the seat pocket and rested it across my lap.

“Your turn when I get back,” she’d said before leaving for the lavatory.

But what did that mean?

Minutes ago, I’d wanted rowdy sex, but honestly, I now worried about getting caught. Air Marshals on airplanes could arrest me, or so my fear. A flight attendant or a passenger who caught us could result in legal trouble.

Did she mean BJ?

Thing is, oral on a man is noisy – the slurping and smacking and jerking sounds are a universal language that would get us busted.

“Not worth it,” I wondered. “Need to tell her.”

She exited the lavatory and I see her walking down the aisle back to our row. Her school logo splashed across her oversized hoodie, which covered her black skirt and made her look like a 19yr old freshman, not actual mid-20s.

My heart accelerated when I saw her.

A faint smile rested against her rounded cheeks as she walked closer. Full and bulbous lips sat above her chin. Long, dark, hair lay around the edges of her traditional eyes and toothy smile.

“You miss me,” she said, as she sat down. She then grabbed my hand – the one that had fingered her – and wiped it with a paper towel, damp with hand sanitizer.

Kicking off her shoes, she again revealed her small feet, which barely touched the floor as she sat. She then crossed her smooth, bronze colored legs, one atop the other. Her tiny body took up only half her seat.

She snuggled next to me and I reached over and grabbed her warm, small, hand. Her dark, narrow, eyes blazed with passion at me – the last thing on her mind was getting caught.

“We have to be careful,” I whispered.

A flash of disappointment shown on her face. My energy had changed since she’d left for the lavatory.

She nodded, and then placed her head on my shoulder like before. Several minutes passed and I’d wondered she’d fallen asleep.

But then she let go of my hand and pulled back her skirt, revealing her bare legs. I placed my hand on her warm upper thigh and she covered it with her hoodie.

Snuggling back into me, she placed her hand around my arm. Feeling my hand on her bare thigh and her warmth next to me, I suddenly wanted her badly like before.

“Can we play under this blanket and not get caught? Do it quietly?” I wondered.

Under the blanket, I unbuttoned and unzipped my khakis. I grabbed her small wrist and guided her hand under the blanket.

Her warm palm and fingers grasped around the head of my hard cock. Then her hand slid lower to its base.

“I can’t close my grip around it,” she whispered.

Looking under the blanket, I see a gap between her thumb and middle finger as she held my rigid shaft.

She leaned over and a blob of spit fell from her mouth and onto the head of my cock. With her hand, she gripped the head and began twisting her hand around and making small pumping movements in the slippery spit. Then another blob of spit fell from her mouth and she spread it up and down my cock with long strokes.

Watching her small hand maneuver up and down my shaft – then stopping to twist her grip around its head – made my body tingle.

She leaned over and another blob of spit fell onto my cock. This time, she rubbed it onto my balls. She coddled my balls in her hand, gently massaging them. Her fingers then extended under my balls as she spread around the warm and slippery spit.

Her hand moved back to my shaft and she stroked up and down. She squeezed her grip and went faster, stroking, pumping, and twisting.

“Tell me when you’re close,” she whispered.

I kept hold of the blanket with one hand to make sure no one could see. I listened to make sure we were quiet.

With my hand under her skirt, I moved it higher and her slender legs parted for me. I massaged her smooth lips and soaking clit. But I wasn’t trying to make her cum. I was enjoying her clit between my fingers as I cupped her mound – knowing that she’d give it to me if I’d ask.

Again, more spit dropped from her mouth to my shaft. Her hand plunged lower to massage the hot spit onto my balls again. My eyes closed and I leaned back. I didn’t want to cum yet.

Her legs spread further as I played with her lips and inserted my middle finger. Her hand twisted around my cock, and then gave longer, faster, strokes.

I could now cum whenever I wanted. But I kept watching for the flight attendants to disappear first.

And then they did.

“Okay, I’m close,” I whispered.

She let go of my cock and – still sitting in her seat – she scooted her skirt up around her belly. Her skinny waist looked smaller than I’d expected. Her thin bronze legs gapped aside at the top, just below her swollen, shaved, thick lips.

My fear of being caught came back, but it wasn’t enough to stop me, to make me think clearly anymore.

She then straddled me. But she faced away from me, leaving my eyes at her back.

Her bare ass sat in my lap as she reached around and grabbed my shaft. She arched her back and jutted her soaking pussy toward me and then angled my cock between her hot lips, which sent her heat down its head.

She leaned back on my shaft, which flexed under her pressure. She raised up and then down, but it still didn’t fit. She adjusted the head with her hand and sat back on it. The head then buried inside of her, but not far.

Still too tight.

But she went up and down again and got it halfway in. She went up and down again – then my thickness plunged all the way in.

She placed her hand on her waist, turned back and looked at me, and whispered.

“Can feel this in my stomach.”

I grabbed her small waist – while holding up her skirt – and began thrusting upward from the seat. Hard and deep. She looked down at the floor while I pounded and didn’t make any noise. I did my best to not make noise, but the pleasure was intense.

I fixated on her lips that gripped and pulled on my cock as it thrusted in and out.

My body erupted as I jammed my cock deep, while grabbing her waist and pulling her body down onto it. My cock pumped and throbbed a enormous load inside of her.

I let go of her waist.

She leaned forward, reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks for me, so I could see everything she let me do to her.

I touched the ridges of her dark circle with my thumb. Her wet lips clenched right around my shaft as she moved her hips in a circle.

But I then nudged her off. She stepped into the aisle with my load dripping down her leg. Her skirt quickly covered her and walked barefoot to the lavatory.

In a daze, I sat in disbelief, thinking about what had just happened. From the time she spit on my cock until she left my lap was maybe two minutes.

Looking around, the universe had let us have that moment together – no one saw us.

“Some risks are worth getting caught,” I mumbled.

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