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I entered an airplane for an international flight to Tokyo. The plane was half full. I sat in the second to last row in the back. Four seats in my row. No one on either side, but a Japanese girl sat by the window with earbuds in. She looked like Tamlyn Tomita from the 1980s Karate Kid.

Two hours into the 14 hr flight, a meal was served and “Tamlyn” gets up to use the restroom. She looked 20s. She wore a simple black skirt with a light blue top and white sneakers. She stood about 5’0″ and was slender. Her dark hair flowed past her shoulders.

I said ‘hi, welcome back’ when she returned from the restroom and scooted around me to her seat. We chatted about the flight and Tokyo. I asked about a novel she’d been reading. It had filthy sex scenes, and she blushed when I told her I’d read it.

The crew turned out the lights in the cabin. Passengers soon began sleeping.

“If you want someone to chat with, you don’t have to sit so far away,” I whispered, kinda joking. She smiled, nodded, and went back to her novel. I get up for the restroom, mostly to avoid the awkwardness of my overture.

But when I returned, she’d moved to the seat next to me.

“What scene do you like best in the novel?” I whispered.

She smiled, blushed again, and reached over and grabbed my arm in a teasing way. I put my hand on hers.

An hour later, we were the only people awake on the plane. But then she dozed off and rested her head on my shoulder. My hand was still atop hers.

She shifted in her seat and then reached down to grab an oversized hoodie from her bag. She kicked off her shoes, which left her barefoot.

Once back in her chair, her head again rested on my shoulder. I put my hand directly on her thigh. Her hand went atop mine.

Sitting like this for a while, she then reached down and scooted her skirt up just a little. This meant that my hand rested on her bare thigh. My heart began beating faster.

I grabbed her sweatshirt and draped it over my hand that rested on her thigh. Under the sweatshirt, she pulled my hand higher, until I felt my fingers touch her other thigh.

“This okay?” she whispered in my ear.

I responded by scooting my hand further up her leg, slowly, until I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was shaved and soaking.

I became rock hard.

She scooted down the seat toward my hand, as if her pussy was begging for my hand. I started rubbing my fingers up and down on her swollen wet clit.

A flight attendant stopped and asked us if we wanted refreshments. We didn’t. And I was thankful that we had the oversized hoodie.

I eased my finger into her pussy and she gasped faintly. I had to go slowly – too tight. She spread her legs aside and pulled her knees up, with her bare feet now resting on her seat. It then occurred to me how small her body was. She had a tiny waist with a gap between her thighs.

“Harder,” she whispered.

She grasped my upper arm with both hands and pulled it into her body while spreading her legs wider. She was grinding her pussy against my hand as my finger thrusted inside her.

Her pussy began clenching and pulsing against my finger as the palm of my hand worked up and down on her clit. She was cumming – her eyes closed.

“Lower. If you’re into that,” she whispered.

I wasn’t sure what she meant, so she reached under the sweatshirt, grabbed my hand and pushed it lower. My wet finger had come out of her. She turned her hips up, which made my finger rest on her asshole, which was covered in her wetness.

“Inside,” she whispered.

At first, my finger wouldn’t fit. She pushed against the back of my hand as I worked my finger deeper in her ass, to the first knuckle. My finger pushed in and out of her ass as she began playing with her clit.

“Deeper,” she whispered.

Pushing my finger in her ass to the second knuckle, I pumped in and out of her ass while she worked her clit hard.

Then her body began shaking. With her free hand, she covered her mouth so to not make sound. I pressured my finger deep into her ass, as far as efficient. Her legs quivered and her eyes rolled back onto her head while she aggressively fingered herself.

Then we slowed and stopped. Her head rested on my shoulder for a few moments with my finger still in her ass. She took deep breaths.

When I pulled my hand out from from under her hoodie, she saw the wetness on my index finger and began sucking it clean.

“Need to go to the restroom,” she whispered as she stood up. “It’s your turn when I get back.”

NSFW: yes

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