I love holidays but hate the flying part. It’s not that I’m afraid of flying it’s just that I find it very boring. Sitting still in a tin can for three hours is about my limit. Of course if I had a partner in crime I’m sure I could last longer and make it more fun. Today I’ll be doing one of my longest flights. It is from Heathrow to Auckland via the U.S. it is broken up with a five hour stopover in Dallas.. i’m not looking forward to it at all.

I board the aircraft. It is a jumbo and I know my seat will be at the back. My seat is in the last section of the aircraft. The row is three rows back from the partition and I am on the far right hand side next to the window. I put my carry on luggage in the overhead lockers provided and take my assigned seat. I am quite surprised when I hear the captain come over the intercom and announce that we are closing the doors and rolling back from the gate. We are only half full down the back. And I have a bank of three seats to myself. As soon as we are in the air and the seatbelt light goes out I retrieve my neck pillow and sleeping mask and stretch out with the blanket over me and go to sleep. I sleep all the way to Dallas and the only time I have been woken up is by the stewardess to have a meal. When I arrive in Dallas I feel a lot better then I thought I would. I had booked a room at a hotel at the airport. As it was already paid for I thought I might as well use it. First on the agenda was a nice long shower to freshen up. Then I thought I might get some 💤. I set the alarm on my cell phone so I did not missed my flight. I wasn’t all that tired because of all the sleep I had got on the plane. But I did manage to get a couple of hours in. When I woke I lay on the bed and did a little bit of channel surfing to see if anything good was on television. Holy shit !!! The hotel has got a porn channel. It was nearly time to return to the airport for my flight. But I thought as this was on TV I might as well catch a few minutes of it. Gee these things have got a weak storyline. It starts with a woman wearing rather nice green lingerie answering the door to a service man. I think who the hell is gonna answer the door looking like that and Noel Leeming definitely never sends a servicemen looking like him. Within two minutes she is on her knees on the floor with his cock in her mouth. Next he’s got her over the kitchen table and he’s fucking her from behind. I thought, yeah right!…….. that happens to me all the time. My alarm goes off signaling for me to return to the airport. The same plane is going all the way through to Auckland so we take the same allocated seats. It was cleaned, refuelled and restocked. I return to my original seat hoping no one else will get on and sit next to me. I start playing a game I call wouldya. I look at the people coming towards me down the aisle and judge whether I would do them or not. I am bi so it doesn’t matter what sex they are. The way I look at it. For you straight woman out there you are ruling out 50% of the population straight away. And you don’t know what you are missing. There’s nothing better than looking down between your legs and seeing and feeling a woman licking your pussy. And it feels equally great to do the same to her. I asked a male friend once, what was his biggest turn on ? And he said watching and hearing a woman lost in total pleasure. Anyway back to my story. As people file down the isle towards me in my mind I can hear the words…….no, no, no, yes, yes, no, yes, hell yes……. She’s cute, I would probably do her twice. Then one of the guys I had said was a no slowed down looking at the numbers on the overhead lockers and stopped at my row and sat down next to me. I had a quick glimpse at him and thought yeah okay……. maybe/probably……. But I would have to be drunk. I thought bugger now I won’t be able to stretch out. He turned and said something to me. But I didn’t catch it, my mind was still on the porn flick I had just seen in the motel. I said what I have said to a lot of guys in the past.

“ sorry…… come again “

But usually not in this context.

He repeated “ Business or pleasure”

I told him I was returning home after a holiday in Europe.

I asked “ how about you ?”

He said he had business in Twissel

I said “sorry I’ve never heard of that place.”

He said “it’s close to Mount Cook”

Then the penny dropped, he was talking about Twizel. I thought about correcting him but then that would ruin the fun for other Kiwis who would probably take the piss out of him and call him a dumb ass America.

By the time we got in the air it was after 11 o’clock in the evening. The cabin lights were deemed and most people were trying to get a little bit of sleep. I looked at the America next to me and he had the blanket over him, And a neck pillow on, and his head was leaning back with his mouth slightly open. I thought if he was a little bit younger and travelling with his mates he would probably have either a penis or the words….. hi I’m gay written on his face by now. I was still thinking about that movie and getting even more horny. Looking around the cabin to see if anyone was still awake. I thought fuck it I’m gonna sort myself out. But I’ll wait half an hour to make sure everyone is in the land of nod. It was torture waiting for half an hour. My mind was racing and I was getting super horny thinking about what I was about to do. It’s seemed forever but finally the half hour was up and it seemed even quieter. The Americans next to me was fast asleep. I knew I was going to have to be quiet and couldn’t get to vicious because I didn’t want the seat to vibrate. I had a blanket over me and under that blanket I slipped my hand under my skirt and pushed my knickers to one side so I could play with my clit. My initial intention was just to relieve a little bit of sexual tension and have a bit of a play but your know how it is. Once you get a bit horny all you can think about is cuming. I closed my eyes and could still picture that porn movie playing on the TV in the motel room. It felt soooo good finally having my clit stimulated and I was wetter than I have ever experienced in the past.

Some of my best fucks have been wanks. I have got my eyes closed. I’m not tired but are in that state of being semiconscious, just drifting, soaking in the pleasure. I am super horny and the fact that I’ve got a finger in my pussy and know there are nearly 300 people around me is such a turn on. My hips pulse with every movement of my hand and then CHRIST !!!!!!!!! there’s another hand there. Instantly my hand stops and my eyes are fully open expecting to see someone in front of me. But there is no one there. Now when I look back I think I should’ve had so many questions, but to be honest I didn’t really give a shit. I was way too horny for that. I knew that the American next to me looked asleep but it must be his hand because it definitely wasn’t mine and he was the only one within arms reach. I was too horny to stop now so I resumed playing with my pussy. His hand was lightly on top of mine following it’s every move. Then my hand moved up to play with my tits. His hand took over from mine slowly and gently rub my clit. I have had a hand jobs in both men and women. And they are quite different. Men are quite abrupt and very pokey, where as with woman it’s very soft and sensual. His touch was more like a woman’s, very soft and slow. I could feel every movement of his hand. At this stage even my tits weren’t getting any attention, my whole focus was on my clit. This was a real mindfuck. It was like my whole body was asleep and the only part awake was my clit. I felt every movement of his hand. He really knew what he was doing to me. He would gently rub my clit until I was just about to cum And then he would slowly move to my lips. He was edging me. Fucked if I knew how he knew how horny I was getting, I thought I wasn’t giving off any signals. His touch was so light. I wanted to feel his cock. I moved my left hand over under the blankets and let his cock escape from his pants. he too was seriously excited. Instead of pulling him off I gently held his penis between my thumb and a middle finger and did light circular motions around the tip of his cock. Now he knows what he’s putting me through. We both just lie there in our little world oblivious to what is going on around us. Our full focus is on our genitals. Then I feel his pre-cum. That’s like a pussy switch. I cum. My whole body shakes, I have never cum like this before. My hand is wet and I couldn’t feel his cock pulsating, pushing every drop of cum from my balls. I lie back fully spent, My hand is still on his hard cock. I can feel has cum all over it and on the inside of his blanket. We slowly withdraw our hands. He has still got on his sleep mask and my eyes are closed. It’s funny how after cuming you always feel like either a smoke or a sleep, maybe even both. I fell asleep and are woken by the seat shaking and open my eyes just slightly and see the cabinet is still in darkness and he is getting out to go to the toilet and clean themself off. He goes to the toilet at the front of the cabin so I get up and go to the toilet at the back and do the same as him. I purposely return to my seat way before him and take my place back in my seat and close my eyes like I was asleep. we are woken by the captains voice over the intercom telling us we are only about half an hour out of Auckland and the local time and temperature. We both act like nothing happened the night before and I spent the last half hour either looking straight ahead or out the window. I couldn’t make eye contact with him. The plane lands and when the seatbelt light goes out we all get up to disembark. The only thing I say to him is……. “it’s pronounced T W I Z E L. He didn’t know it at the time. But when I got back to my seat after going to the toilet I retrieved his book from the seat pocket in front of him and wrote my phone number on the bookmark and signed it girl on the plane. We have since met several times and I’ve got to experience more than his hand but that’s another story. . THE END.