BBWife: Cross Country Flight

***All my stories are true and actually happened. I either
experienced them firsthand or were related to me by my wife and I
transcribed them as best I could. Some creative liberties were
taken for parts she couldn't remember exactly, but the overall
situations that happened are as accurate as possible.

If you have any questions, comments, suggestions or criticism,
please send it to southern.sunshine@hotmail.com.
Thank you and enjoy.***
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My wife and I were on a cross country trip on a half empty plane
a couple of years ago. The lack of passengers was probably due to
the combination of the sagging economy and the time of year that
we were traveling (mid summer). We had been visiting some friends
in California, and were headed back to Florida. The trip was
guaranteed to be long and the connecting flight was many hours
away, but at least we had room to stretch out and move around.
And since we were traveling at night, we always had the
opportunity to sleep. Or do other things, of course.

My wife and I were stuck in the back third of the plane, with
just us and possibly a half dozen other people. My wife and I
decided that since we had the room, we'd spread out to separate
rows for now, just to make getting to our carry on items a little
easier, and because she said she had some work to do on her
laptop, and I didn't want to disturb her. As we were getting
settled, an attractive, nicely dressed Hispanic man probably in
his late 20s walked by her. She was bent over, obviously putting
something under the seat in front of her. As I was sitting behind
her by a couple of rows, I could see everything she was doing for
the most part. And I could tell by the same token that he was
enjoying the view of her ample ass. In fact he made no intention
of hiding the fact that he was staring at her.

I snickered to myself. For some reason, Hispanic men always found
Melanie irresistible. Back in her high school days, she was often
hit on by the mostly migrant farm hands that worked in the fields
around the restaurant she waited tables at. She even had a fellow
student whose family had moved to the US from Puerto Rico and who
constantly hit on just about every girl in the school, but seemed
to pay considerably more attention to the bigger ones. He wooed
Melanie for months before she finally slept with him after they
both ended up drunk at a party one night, one of those "parents
out of town" type situations.

They fucked in his car, and almost every day for weeks they would
race to her parent's house after school, since she knew they
would have the place to themselves for at least an hour before
her folks came home from work. She would often give him a blowjob
in the car on the way to her house to get him hard and ready, him
moaning loudly as he floored the gas pedal while cradling her
head in his lap. When they got there, they would run in the door,
their clothes landing in the hallway as they stripped, before
they ended up naked and entangled on the couch or in her bed.
They even fucked on her parent's waterbed from time to time, just
to change things up a little.

Eventually she tired of just being fuck buddies and wanted more.
He balked, and a couple of weeks later it was discovered that he
had started fucked some other plump girl from their school.
Melanie confronted him, and after admitting to it, she severed
all contact with him. After a few months, the girl that he had
been sleeping with was taken out of school by her parents,
allegedly due to an unplanned pregnancy by "someone". Melanie was
relieved that at the very least whenever they had had sex, she
always made him wear a rubber no matter how much he complained
about it.

My mind came back to the man standing in front of my wife, who
was trying a little harder not to stare. My wife suddenly stood
up and froze when confronted with the man before her. For a
second or two she made no intention to move or sit down, instead
choosing to stare at him as they looked at each other, mere
inches separating them. He smiled, flashing a band of pearly
white that contrasted with his tanned tone skin. She broke her
gaze, giggled and smiled back, obviously a little embarrassed but
also I think a little turned on.

"Sorry", she said apologetically as she quickly sat down in her
row. His eyes followed her movement.

"No problem, my dear" he replied in a friendly tone, bowing his
head a little to her. He stretched up, putting his bag in the bin
above her row, her eyes ogling his torso. He then reached into
his sport coat and pulled out his flight ticket and checked it
with the seat numbers printed under the compartment and sat down
in the row across from hers in the aisle. Her eyes quickly darted
back to mine, seeing if I had noticed. I smiled back, winking a
little and raising my eyebrows a couple of times. She rolled her
eyes playfully, but then turned her attention to him again.

They chit chatted for a few minutes as the last of the few
passengers for the flight sat down, and as it was obvious that no
one was going to be sitting around them, he motioned if he could
join her. She paused for a couple of moments before slowly
nodding her head. He stood up and joined her in the seat next to
hers, introducing himself. For the next few minutes I only heard
her giggling and his louder laughs as they conversed. I tried to
concentrate on the magazine I was reading, but every time I heard
one of their voices, my cock jerked a little in my shorts. I
could tell by her tone that she liked his company, on what level
I'm not sure. I knew her type of men and was pretty sure she
found him attractive.

The question was, would she try anything, here on plane of all
places? Would he try something? Had she even told him that I was
on the flight too, just a couple of rows back? Would he care? I
laughed to myself, thinking it ridiculous. After all, my wife was
not exactly that adventurous, especially in public. Even during
our trip to the Dominican, she had only gone topless a couple of
times. Of course during that same trip she slept with two
complete strangers, so I supposed anything was possible aboard a
plane really.

At one point, I saw my wife stand up and start to head back to
the bathroom. An idea suddenly struck me, and nonchalantly I
followed her back. She looked up as she saw me coming, and tried
to act like nothing was going on.

"Tell him you are flying alone." I whispered.

"Huh?" she replied, a little confused.

"Have you told him that I was on the flight too yet?" I asked.

"No. Not yet. It didn't come up." she said.

"Good. Don't tell him I'm here. Just tell him you are flying
alone. He's seen your rings I'm sure, so he probably already
realizes you are married. That's fine. Just make it clear that
you are alone, ok?" I told her. She looked at me wide eyed and
surprised.

I winked at her and turned to walk back to my seat. Before I did,
I whispered "Have fun with your new friend. Enjoy his company and
just let whatever happens...happen. I don't mind." I tried to
smile reassuringly and then headed back to my seat. I plopped
down, my heart racing. My mind raced with what would happen next.
Would she tell him I was on the flight or not? And if not, what
would happen then? My cock throbbed at the possibilities.

I picked up my magazine and tried to read. A few minutes later I
saw her walk back by me out of the corner of my eye. She
pretended not to notice me as she started to sit back down. He
stood up, letting her brush against him as she moved all the way
to the window seat in the aisle. He sat back down and the two of
them proceeded to continue their discussion, whatever that
involved.

A half hour later we had taken off and were at our cruising
altitude. Out the windows, the sun had already set, and the sky
was turning a dark blue. The cabin of the plane was dotted with a
few overhead lights here and there, one being above where my wife
and this man were sitting together. I could still hear them
talking a little, though with the constant whine of the plane's
engines I couldn't make out exactly what the conversation was
about. I was the closest person sitting to them, two rows back
and in the opposite side of the aisle.

 I decided that my vantage point didn't offer much of a view, so
I moved up one row. This allowed me to see in their aisle if I
leaned up far enough. I closed my cabin window and turned off my
overhead light, putting me in as much darkness as possible. I put
my Ipod earbuds in and tried to pretend I was sleeping, though I
watched them as best I could. The stewardesses had already been
around with the beverages and snacks, and my wife and her friend
had purchased a couple of alcoholic drinks. Obviously they
weren't going to get plowed on airline drinks, but if it loosened
up her inhibitions, I was willing to deal with the prices the
airline charges for those things.

After about an hour I saw the man sitting with my wife look
around the cabin nervously for some reason. I then saw his hand
go up and he switched off the overhead light that illuminated
their row. I gulped, my heart in my throat. It was now pitch
black outside the plane, save for a few stars. Maybe he's just
going to sleep, I thought. I leaned up, my eyes adjusted to the
darkness as I stared into their row. It was a little hard to make
out, but what I could see (and what my wife later filled me in
on) made my cock jump immediately.

My wife was leaning back against the plane's window, her left leg
up in on the seat. He was in his seat turned toward her so that
they were facing each other now. In that position, they
immediately began to make out. They began kissing, his mouth
pressed against her full pouting lips, his tongue working its way
into her mouth brushing against hers. Her hands were around his
shoulders, while his cupped her cheeks. As they continued to make
out though, his hands moved down to her breasts, rubbing them
through her shirt and bra. Even though they were fully clothed, I
knew that this would still get her excited especially since a
stranger was doing it to her.

They made out for quite a while, taking their time exploring each
other's mouths and bodies as best they could sitting in a row on
an plane anyway. For her part she let her fingers brush along the
outline of his hardened cock over his shorts. She said she could
tell that he was a decent size, not very long but a better than
average thickness. Because her left leg was up on the seat, he
had an easier time touching her. His right hand moved off her
breast and to her left knee, where it began to work upward along
her thigh. His hand went inside the baggy leg of her shorts till
it reached her panties. He immediately slid his fingers under her
panties so that he could touch her bare pussy.

She panted into his mouth as his fingers found her already soaked
cunt. He massaged her pussy lips gently before sliding a finger
inside her. She grabbed his cock squeezing it tight through the
fabric as she felt his finger penetrate her under her shorts. His
thumb found her engorged clit and deftly began to rub it. She
knew she wasn't going to last long in this heightened state as he
slid a second finger into her wet slit and buried it deep inside
her.

He expertly fingered my wife's snatch as he pressed against her.
She later told me how it was both frustrating and exciting that
they couldn't fuck right then and there. But even she wasn't that
much of a daredevil, and quite honestly is usually pretty meek
about doing anything sexual in public. True, it was a mostly
empty plane at night in pretty much complete darkness. And even
if they had gotten caught, she could have just lied and said that
HE was her husband, just to save them the embarrassment should
they have gotten caught in this position. But still, she couldn't
bring her self to do it, at least not with what she was wearing.
She did say that if she had been wearing as skirt, it would have
been a different story though.

After a few minutes of his hand up her shorts leg massaging the
inside and outside of her pussy, his other hand slid up inside
her shirt and pulled her bra down off of one of her breasts. He
grabbed her nipple, already as hard as an eraser nub, and
squeezed and pulled on it. This turned her on even more, his
rough treatment of her tits combined with his fingers that were
thrusting inside her. She grinded her hips back against his
fingers, trying to get them deeper inside her. This was more than
she could take as she heaved and leaned her head back against the
plane window and did her best to not to be loud as she came. Her
body shook as she put a hand over her mouth, moaning into her
palm. He continued to rub her nipple and finger her pussy as he
kissed along her neckline, looking around quickly to make sure no
one was around as she came on his hand.

She eventually started to come down from her blinding orgasm, her
chest heaving deeply. He slowly withdrew his hand from under her
shirt, doing his best to fix her bra where he had yanked it down.
He reluctantly pulled his fingers from her now thoroughly wet
pussy, pulling his hand out from under her shorts. She laid there
for a few seconds, still panting and spent, and I could tell he
was eyeing her greedily. I could tell it was all he could do not
to rip her shorts off and fuck her right there in the seat. But
as he looked around I could tell he knew that wasn't feasible.

My wife, sensing his need, fixed her clothes back and sat up in
the seat. She suddenly whispered something in his ear and he
nodded, smiling. She stood up and he slid over to where she had
been sitting, next to the window. I watched as she walked out to
the aisle and opened one of the overhead compartment bins. She
dug around and closed it and then searched a couple more that
were nearby. Eventually she found what she was looking for, one
of the complimentary blankets that all airlines provide to
passengers. She walked back to her row, again making no attempt
to acknowledge me sitting just one row away from them.

She handed him the blanket, her head looking around to the other
passengers before sitting down in the seat beside him. He draped
the blanket over his lap, spreading it out as much as it would
go. He leaned back expectantly a big grin on his face. Her hand
slid under the blanket, making its way to the front of his shorts
again. She rubbed him a little before going up to where the
button of his shorts were, unsnapping it. She then pulled the
zipper down as far as it would go and pulled his shorts open.
Finding the front of his underwear she slid her fingers inside
until she grasped his cock, hard and hot already. She slowly
pulled it out under the blanket, freeing it. Her hand went around
it, taking in the sensation of the man's cock in her chubby
fingers.

Even from where I was sitting, I could tell that her hand was
moving up and down under the blanket, massaging his engorged
cock. From his expression it was easy to see that he just wanted
to lean his head back, close his eyes and enjoy the sensations of
my wife's hand around his dick, but his head was going back and
forth as he peered over the seats, making sure no one approached
them as she gave him what I knew to be an exquisite handjob.
Every once in a while she would lean into him, giving him a
little kiss on the lips. But for the most part she just stared at
him, watching his face as she rubbed his cock up and down under
the blanket.

After a few minutes she looked around again and then leaned in.
She kissed him longer this time, and then broke the kiss to
whisper something in his ear. He grinned big and nodded. They
both took one more quick look around and then my wife leaned her
head down until it was over her lap. Pulling the blanket aside,
she quickly lowered her mouth over his cock. I watched as I saw
her head of long black hair bobbed up and down in this man's lap,
her whole body leaning over him now. He looked around back and
forth up and down the length of the plane, his face desperately
hoping that no one had to go to the bathroom anytime soon.

Her movements became faster, her butt now up in the air as she
kneeled in the seat beside him. Her head bounced in his lap as he
gripped the seat for support. His right hand went to the back of
her head, pushing her up and down on his cock. The sight was
intoxicating as my cock pressed against my own shorts as I
watched. This man spread eagle, leaning back against the plane
window as my wife bent her head over into his lap, both of them
fully clothed still, pleasuring this stranger's dick with her
very talented mouth.

I could tell by his expression he was close. I heard him whisper
something down to her, hopefully warning her. For her part, she
actually started to suck faster, obviously giving him the go
ahead to fill her mouth. His head leaned back as his body started
to spasm. Suddenly he gritted his teeth and his face went red,
and his torso and pelvis lifted up off the seat and pushed
upward. I knew then that he was coming in Melanie's mouth, and I
practically came in my pants as I watched them.

She told me later that he came very hard, that she could feel the
come practically shooting down her throat. And he came so much
that she had to swallow very fast just to keep up. She is not a
fan of the taste, so I knew that was a big deal for her to
swallow a guy's come if he makes a lot. That made it even more of
a turn on. But she did an amazing job, holding her mouth around
the base of his cock the entire time, lips tight around the
shaft, until she knew that he was spent and every drop was in her
hot moist mouth.

She gave a couple more quick sucks as his body spasms slowed and
then lifted her mouth off his cock and slid back into her seat.
She covered his exposed cock back up with the blanket, as he was
too worn out to move. She leaned in, whispering something in his
ear and he nodded, a dazed look on his face. She got up and I
watched as she headed to the back of the plane, more than likely
to go to the bathroom. She was gone for what felt like an
eternity, and I almost wanted to go back and see if she was ok.
But soon enough she was back and took her seat beside him again.

He had gained his composure and had put his shorts back on when
she had returned. She took the blanket and draped it over
herself. She leaned back against him, her back against his chest,
his arm around her. He slid his hand under the blanket, where I
could tell he had it on one of her breasts. She smiled and sighed
a little, and eventually the two of them quieted down and dozed
off. For my part I ran to the bathroom to relive myself. After
all, its not every day your wife gets fingered by a stranger and
then gives the guy a blowjob during a cross country flight, and
my cock was desperate for release.

After finishing myself in the tiny airplane bathroom I returned
to my seat and sat watching them for a few seconds. You could
definitely not tell that she had a husband somewhere else by the
looks of them, that's for sure. They definitely looked like long
time lovers.  I laughed to myself and stretched out in my row,
trying to get comfortable. I dozed on and off, the images of what
had just happened still burned into my mind.

I was awakened by someone shaking me gently. "Sir, we will be
landing soon, we need you to sit up and buckle your seatbelt" the
stewardess said in a soothing voice. I sat up, stretching, trying
to get my bearings. It was still dark out, though I wasn't sure
of the time since I had turned my cellphone off and never wore a
watch. Remembering what had happened earlier, I glanced up to
where my wife was sitting. They too were just waking up, as I
could see their arms stretching up to the sky and they arranged
themselves in their seats. The man got up and headed to the
bathroom, paying no attention to me. If she had told him that I
was her husband, he made no acknowledgement of that fact.

As he left, she swiveled her head back and looked at me. She
smiled, mouthing "I love you" and blowing me a kiss. I grinned
devilishly at her, shaking my finger at her in mock indignation.
She tried to look innocent, earnestly trying to appear sweet. I
put my fist up to my mouth and moved my tongue around in my
cheek, the universal sign for blowjob. She feigned surprise and I
just laughed. She smiled, relieved that I wasn't angry and
probably a little amazed I had seen the whole thing take place.

Quickly she whirled around facing forward again and I felt the
man walk by me and sat back in the seat next to her. They talked
all through the rest of the plane's decent and landing, and when
the seat belt lights went off, everyone on the plane groggily
began to stand up and opened the overhead compartments for their
things. I tried to not stare as they stood up together, him
grabbing her a little as she reached for her bag overhead and
laptop under the seat. As everyone waited their turn to exit, I
even saw him put his hand around her waist, holding her ass to
his crotch. She just grinned a little, never looking directly at
me but knowing I was watching them.

They headed down the aisle in front of me as I followed. When we
got to the terminal, I decided to keep in character and walk as
if I was flying alone and didn't know them. They stopped in front
of me, and he wheeled her around till they were facing each
other. He leaned down and began to passionately kiss her, his
arms clasped around the small of her back. She reached up, arms
around his shoulders, tussling his hair as they kissed. Again,
you would never have guessed they were strangers.
My cock jerked a little as I watched them, desperately wanting to
stop and stare. But I knew that would be viewed as rather pervy
by anyone that saw me watching them, so I kept my stride and
headed to the luggage carousel. I glanced back once, and saw them
talking at that point. I went to the luggage rack and waited with
some of my fellow passengers. Soon the two of them showed up
further down the line from where I stood, holding hands and she
still pretending I wasn't there. I stared at their fingers
intertwined, my cock starting to grow again.

I realized I needed to check the time, as we had a connecting
flight and it was the last one of the night back to Florida. And
because of some meetings the next day, we had to catch it.
Turning my phone back on, we had about 15 minutes before we were
to start boarding our other flight, and I was worried about the
time at that point. I grabbed my bag off the turnstile and stood
waiting, not sure of what to do. I wanted to wait on Melanie, but
again didn't want this man to realize that I was with her. I
thought for a second, and decided to head on to the gate for our
connecting flight. As I walked by them, I could hear they were
talking about something rather intensely but I didn't know what.

I hurried to our gate, and since the boarding hadn't started yet
I slumped down in a chair nearby. My mind wondered off to the
sight of them, the events replaying in my mind. It was still
unbelievable when these rare events would occur. It's not like
she did them on a regular basis, but ever since I convinced her
to explore other men outside of our marriage, it never ceased to
amaze me how arousing and erotic it was when it happened.

"Hello!" I heard over my shoulder. I turned around and saw my
wife walking up to me. She let go of her bag and sank into the
seat beside me. She leaned over, giving me a long deep kiss. She
smiled sweetly at me, and I reached over holding her hand in
mine.

"Sooo.....how was your flight?" I asked, obviously a big grin on
my face. She smiled mischievously, knowing of course that I had
seen them. She then proceeded to tell me all the details. His
name was Rick, and he worked in Houston, where we were catching
this connecting flight. After some small talk during which he
flirted with her relentlessly, she started to provide more
intimate information. Just as I encouraged her to do, she had
told him that while she was married, that I was at home instead
of on the flight. He seemed to like that quite a bit, and he had
put his hand on her knee. She had found him quite attractive, and
seeing that I had already given her my blessing to mess around
with him, she responded to him that maybe they could have a
little fun "before she went home to me".

It was at this point that he turned off the overhead light in
their row, and they had rearranged themselves in the seats. He
was a good kisser she said, and the fact that they were making
out in a public place with me sitting right nearby only helped to
heighten her passion. She said that when he started to finger her
she thought she was going to come right then and there. It was
all she could do just to control herself. After she came, he
originally wanted to take her into the plane's bathroom and fuck
her, or at least get her shorts off and fuck her right there in
the seat.

Realizing that both of those options were unfeasible, she got the
idea of giving him a blowjob instead. He seemed ok with that, and
she went and grabbed the blanket. She pulled his cock out
stroking it some before she started to suck him. She made it
clear that he had to keep an eye out for anyone coming down the
aisle, and with that proceeded to take his rigid thick member
into her wet mouth. It only took him a few minutes to blow his
load into her mouth, and despite the volume she managed to
swallow all of it.

She yearned to have him fuck her, but again it just wasn't an
option right then. And anyway at that point they were both too
tired to do anything else. She went to the bathroom and then they
curled out together to get some sleep, his hand under her shirt
gently massaging her breast. They awoke at the same time I did.
The kiss in the terminal was unexpected but she happily returned
the affection. The continued the kiss for a couple more minutes
before ending up at the luggage carousel, hand in hand as I had
seen them.

When I had passed them on the way to the connecting flight, she
told he was desperately trying to get her to come home with him.
He told her to call me and tell me the flight had been cancelled
and that she was spending the night at a hotel near the airport.
He said she could fly back the next day or maybe even the day
after. She got excited thinking about the possibility, the
thought of spending the night alone in a unknown city with a
complete stranger without me even in the same state. But then she
realized that with everything we had to do the next day at our
jobs there was just no way. As much as she would have loved to
spend the night with him, it just wasn't feasible.

He seemed sad at this, but realized that it just wasn't to be.
Before she went to her gate they exchanged contact information,
promising to keep in touch and that if he were ever in Florida or
she ever in Texas that they would meet up to continue their
adventure. He even tried one last time to convince her, hoping
for a possible quickie in an airport bathroom. She demurred, not
really interested in getting fucked in a bathroom stall no matter
how attractive the man might be. With one final kiss, they parted
ways as she hurried to our connecting flight gate.

When she finished her story, I had to sit cross legged to hide
the throbbing erection in my shorts. She giggled, giving it a
quick squeeze before anyone could see. Before I could say
anything, they announced that boarding was beginning. I thought
of every non-sexual image I could imagine to try and get my
hard-on to go down. Eventually it subsided and we made our way
through the gate and onto our plane. We sat down, this time on a
flight that was even empty than the other, no surprise given the
late hour and that it was the last flight of the day. The plane
took off and onceit got to cruising altitude, I put my arm around
my wife and leaned in kissing her.

"So....when do I get join the mile high club?" I asked playfully.
In a mock serious tone, she corrected me that that only counts to
getting laid while in flight, not for just a blowjob or getting
finger fucked. So technically, neither she nor her friend were
members of the club yet.

"Still" I shrugged, "doesn't seem fair that you guys are in
whatever club that is called, and I'm not". I did the best pouty
face I could muster. "Besides, I guarantee it won't take me very
long".

She turned red a little and then looked around the plane
nervously. She gave me another quick kiss and then reached down,
unbuttoning my shorts. She pulled the zipper down and reached in
freeing my cock. One last glance and her head dropped down to my
lap where I felt her exquisite lips encase my aching cock. I
looked around noticing that the few people on the flight were
either minding their own business or were already asleep.

She pumped her mouth up and down, her lips tight around the shaft
of my cock, as she licked the underside with her tongue. My mind
imagined how he must have felt, having this cute little chunky
married cocksucker blowing his dick. I pictured the moment when
he came into her mouth, filling her with his spicy seed as she
drunk it down. I looked down watching her head bob in my lap and
that was it. My cock twitched inside her mouth and my balls
tightened. I arched up a little, driving my cock deeper into her
pressing my cock against her throat. I felt my spine melt as I
started to come, emptying my jizz into her warm wet mouth. An
intense orgasm racked my body as I looked around the plane and
then down at her mane of chestnut hair in my lap, knowing that
she was taking two different loads in her mouth tonight.

As my orgasm subsided and my cock shrank, she pumped my cock with
her hand a couple of times to get every drop before sitting up,
wiping her lips with her finger. She looked around again making
sure no one had seen her. I quickly zipped up my shorts, stuffing
my wet sticky spent cock back in and buttoned my shorts back up.
I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips a little. She hopped up
and went to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later.

"My turn" she whispered as she motioned for me to move. I slid
over and she once again took the window seat. She draped the
blanket over her lap and practically grabbed my hand and placing
it on her inner thigh. I moved my hand towards her crotch and to
my surprise found her bare pussy. I looked at her, a little
confused.

"What?" she said, wondering what I was making a face for.

"Uhm...where are your panties" I asked.

"Oh! That. Well, I sorta gave them to Rick", she blushed a
little. "Souvenir. I thought he might like to have them. To
remember me by." She giggled a little.

I smiled, understanding. I let my hand brush across her pussy,
her eyes closing and tilting her head back. I proceeded to finger
and rub her pussy and before long her body started shaking. She
was soaking wet as I rubbed my finger faster on her swollen clit
and pistoned my fingers inside her. Soon she grabbed my wrist as
her body tensed and I felt her cunt squeezing my fingers as she
came. Her mouth parted, her lips puffed out as she moaned
quietly, the roar of the plane's engines drowning her out. I
continued to rub her until she started to go limp and I slowly
pulled my fingers from her slit and out the leg of her shorts.
She sighed contently.

After a couple of minutes she sat up and we arranged ourselves to
try and get at least a little more sleep before we landed in
Florida. I switched seats with her, letting her lay back against
me just as she had done with Rick. I put my arms around her and
she snuggled against my chest.

"Ok, one new rule though" I exclaimed. "From here on out, any
time we are going to be flying somewhere, you have to wear a
skirt, preferably with no panties. That way it makes things more
accessible. For me and for...whoever else you might meet."

She sighed tiredly. "Agreed. I can support that idea completely".
And with that, we both dozed off to sleep.








