As I waited for the flight to San Fran to board, I noticed a very hot blond in a mini skirt and tied silk top who was apparently just returning from vacation... she was all tan and carefree looking and there I was thinking about what her tits might look like freed from the delicate constraints of her flimsy top. I am a frequent flier and had been the recipient of a first class upgrade for this flight. I took my seat- 3B and thought about my upcoming trip to California. I must have dozed slightly when I awoke to a hand on my shoulder..

it was the blond- standing there indicating she had 3A! Now I have been in this situation before and nothing ever comes of it, but was I wrong this time! We settled in with small talk- she was returning from a family trip to Greece- I was going out to CA to treat some patients- and then the movie came on.

For an airline, it was a dicey call, showing an R rated flick, but with the hot scenes edited like it was from Wal-Mart! But during the movie, this blond grabs my hand and embarrassingly says "Sorry, I was startled by that scene" OK, I say, no problem and we continue to hold hands across the seat middle- in her lap. As the movie progresses she lets go of my hand and slides both her hands up my arm. SO here is my left hand in her lap as I start to get a decent hard-on.

With all the contact at the shoulders going on, her silk top is working its way out of its knots and her BEAUTIFUL tits are now looking back up at me.

I see this I decide to help the silk out a bit and press my arm back into her tits and move it around a bit. All this done in almost total silence in the dark of the night flight, and with practically no talking at all, she squeezes my arm and wriggles a bit in the seat- enough to let me see her full breasts and erect nipples. Needing to break radio silence here, I lean over to her and whisper that I was really, REALLY enjoying flirting with her on the flight. With that she smiles, says she is enjoying it too and presses my left hand, still in her lap, into her crotch and begins a slow grind of her soft edges on my fingers.

"This is getting so good", I am thinking... and I reach for the call button and the flight attendent promptly appears "Will you pls find me a blanket?, I ask. Now I cover us both up with this blanket and swing my left arm up over her shoulders.

She melts into me and snugs up allowing my right hand free travel over her fantastic tits and hard nipples. After having a good 20 minutes of them I move South to her miniskirt. By now it was fully up to her crack with all the wriggling around and she is wearing the tiniest of thongs. As I begin to touch her teasing wet softness, she's breathing really hard and glowing with moisture all over. She grabs my hand and jams my 2 fingers into her softness and turns her head around to my neck. She's toying my neck like it was an ice cream cone and breathing like she was running the 440. I kissed her open mouth and our tongues played the game of life freely and deeply. My length is ready to bust open the seams of my pants by now and I am sure the row 2 and 4 passengers can detect sex in the air, but who cared? Just like that, she says I gotta get up and disappears into the wash room. She appears in a few moments with a big smile and as she gets into her seat, slides her butt cheeks across my hard length, back and forth about 4 times.

Once in her seat, she looks over to me and says "I want you to see all of me" and proceeds top take off her top and skirt.

The thong must have disappeared in the washrrom and there she was, under the blanlet, naked as a baby.

I spent another full hour playing with her tits and finger playing her...

at one point my left hand was all over her shoulder and on her tits and my right hand was across the seat, finger playing her like a demon possessed. She came all over my hand, which was soaked to the wrist. Aw C'mon, how much can you do on a full plane?... A cpl of times I slid her hand over to my hard rod, now turning a wonderful shade of blue, I imagined, but after a few seconds, she would withdraw it. This little experience was all about her, and I accepted that freely and indeed, eagerly. I left the plane with the hope that the number she gave me was good it was, but I failed to get her to meet me in California during that trip or any successive trips. Now the fond visions come to me when I need that extra little push to blow my load.. and I smile with pure joy over the memory.