Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Flight Delay  
Keywords: M/f, petting
Summary: A strange encounter on a late flight..

It had been a long day and it was getting longer.  My puddle-jumper out of Louisiana had been an hour late and I got to the connecting gate in Dallas just as my plane was being pushed back.  Well, you know how it is.  Once they close the jetway, that’s it.
“We’re so sorry,” the desk jockey didn’t say.  Almost mechanically he made out a meal voucher and new connecting tickets home to Spokane.  I was going to be almost four hours late, not that anyone was waiting.  But I still had to be at the office in the morning and I just wanted to get home.
I finally got on the last plane of the day.  Aisle seat way in the back, my bag under the seat.  Then the high-schoolers came aboard.  Fifteen or twenty of them, it looked like.  They seemed like nice kids but they were just excited and loud and I wondered how I’d get any sleep.  Most of them settled down well forward of my seat though.  The last one came down to my row.
“Is that 38-E?” she asked.  Maybe shoulder high, vest-pocket edition, with big eyes and soft lips.  She wasn’t wearing any makeup or dressed fancy.  I smiled and stepped into the aisle so she could get to the window seat.
“Is this a school group?” I asked.
“Yeah, we were at a career show in Texas,” she answered politely as she settled down and buckled the seat belt.
“They let a freshman go?” I asked and she huffed just a little bit.
“I’m a senior,” she said.  “I turned eighteen in January.  I’m just small for my age.”  Her voice was about fourteen and she’d need two ID’s to get cigarettes.
The video went through the opening prayer about oxygen masks and flotation cushions.  I always kind of doubted that I’d ever get out of a plane to use the flotation, but hey, they gotta do what they gotta do. My seatmate seemed as bored as I was.  We were the only ones ticketed back here for some reason.  The rear of the plane was kind of chilly and the young miss was wearing shorts and a tank top.  As soon as the seat belt light went out, I got a blanket and a pillow out of the overhead and passed them to her.  “Thanks,” she smiled.
I was reading and about half-asleep when Missy or whoever raised the armrest between her seat and the empty one and curled up with her feet on the bulkhead.  Her head was pushed against the armrest and it looked kind of lumpy for her.  A gentleman to the core, I raised the armrest and straightened the pillow on my leg.  She hardly seemed to notice as she pulled the blanket over her shoulder and dozed off.
I thought she was dozing, but I guess I was wrong.  I was surprised and delighted when her hand slipped out from under the blanket and touched my hand on my book.  Her soft, cool fingers closed gently on my wrist and she drew my hand under the blanket.  Missy was turned on her side, her face toward my knee and her body curled most delicately.  God, she was cute!  What was my hand doing under her blanket anyway?
Apparently my hand was gently stroking her size-A breast.  She started by using my hand to brush across her top.  I could feel the lace at the edge of her bra under the thin cotton.  I could even just feel the tip of her little nipple.  Her eyes were closed still, her breath soft and slow, but her hand was holding my wrist more firmly.  I decided to go with this for now and I took over the caressing for her.  She shifted a little under the blanket when I began touching her myself, extending my fingers so I could touch her other breast.
I’d have settled for that.  But I wasn’t in charge of this operation, it turned out.  There was some more shifting under the blanket, a slight whimper from my seatmate, and she pulled her top out of her pants and up a ways.  I could take a hint.  I let my hand slip onto her bare belly.  Her navel was a little gem under my finger.  Her skin was warm and silky, her tummy soft-firm.  I let my hand stroke her gently and move softly up to her ribs.  She wiggled but she didn't giggle as I stroked her lowest ribs a little.  Her hand came down on top of mine again and she pulled my hand under her top to her bra again.  The bra was silky and lacy and I could feel her nipples like little grapes under the material.  Her breast was warm and soft and smooth above the material of her bra.  She wiggled harder when I slipped a finger under her bra and brushed it over her bare nipple.  She opened her eyes that time and looked up at me.
But she didn’t say a thing.  Instead, she put her hand under her top with mine and we got in each other’s way as we worked the catch open.  I always did like front-opening bras.  Between us we got her bra open and I cuddled each of her breasts for a minute or so.  She was squeezing her eyes shut as she gripped my wrist and made sure I kept busy.
I saw the flight attendant coming down with the snack cart.  Damn!  I got my hand back on my book and Missy seemed to be asleep.  I waved off the cart and the flight attendant disappeared again.  I thought it was over, but then the girl rolled onto her back.  Her eyes were still closed, but she pulled my hand back under the blanket with her.  She had managed to raise her top above her breasts and I had a lot of room to work with.  I was getting a good feel of her breasts and her belly and she was having a good time herself.
The little miss sucked in her tummy when my hand went down by her navel again.  That left a big gap between her skin and her shorts and I figured I knew what to do with it.  I slipped my flat hand under the waistband of her denim shorts and I let my palm rest on the front of her underpants.  I couldn’t see them – I hadn’t seen anything of her body since she went under the blanket – but I could feel the smooth nylon and the little bow on the waistband.  The nylon felt sweet and innocent, kind of a weird thing considering what we were doing.  It was warm and sweet under Missy’s shorts and she pushed herself against me.
Somehow I still had a grip on my book, but I had forgotten where it was until it fell into my lap.  I left it there and tried to keep the innocent look on my face.  We seemed to be pretty well forgotten back there, which was fine by me.
Missy wasn’t any too patient with me.  She was looking up at me again, her eyes and mouth very big.  Her hand was on my wrist again, pushing my hand farther down.  But I was running out of maneuvering room under the denim.  There was a slight sound and the denim loosened up as Missy popped her snap and the pressure of my hand pulled her zipper open.  She wiggled again and a small whimper slipped out, but she had her eyes closed again.  Maybe she was pretending this was a dream.
I was going to stay out of her panties, honest I was.  But Missy wasn’t having any of it.  Her hand under the blanket urged mine.  Her left hand lifted the waistband and her right hand pushed mine under the soft nylon.  There was a short area of smooth, warm skin, the softest I’d felt in a long time.  Then the little fringe of hair and the inviting place between her thighs.
I was looking forward to touching her there, but not yet.  Not quite yet.  I pulled my hand back out and I put it on her hip.  Then I gently pushed on her hip until she rolled to face forward again.  That let me get my paw around to her bouncy little bottom. I had noticed it when she got into her seat and now I was feeling it.  Firm muscle, smooth skin, tickly.  I played outside her panties first, then I let myself reach under them to her bare skin.  I tickled her between her cheeks a little and then I touched her between her thighs.  Missy had taken a grip on my thigh and squeezed pretty hard, but not to make me stop.
I was having a good time with her bottom, but she wanted me to get back to business.  She rolled to her back again and I kept my hand under her panties, so I wound up back at her pubic area.  That was pretty good too.  She put her hand back down with mine and used her index finger to bring mine where she wanted it.  The flesh was soft and hot and damp.  Missy’s eyes were still closed, but she was licking her lips and rubbing her thighs together, which pinched my hand pretty hard.  I didn’t let a little thing like agony get in my way, though.  I petted her thighs, her vagina, her pubic area.  Then I stroked more firmly and more quickly.
I don’t know how my other hand got into her mouth, but I knew when she got off.  Her teeth pressed against my fist, but she didn’t quite bite.  I thought she would, but she didn’t.  Then we put her back together under the blanket and she really did fall asleep.  Maybe she was just used to pleasing herself at bedtime.  That was my favorite time for it.  She woke up when the flight attendant came around to check seat belts and she had to buckle up again.  She looked just like nothing had happened.  “It was nice to meet you,” I said as we got ready to leave the plane.
“You, too, sir,” she said.  And she was gone.