I watched the rest of the people start to board. It seemed like quite a crowd, and I wondered aloud if everybody would fit.
“Sometimes they overbook,” Kristen observed. “That rarely happens in first class.”
In between the people moving through the aisles, our flight attendant brought over a couple of small boxes of chocolates. Kristen accepted one and I declined the other one.
“First time flying?” the flight attendant asked me.
“How can you tell?” I asked.
The flight attendant smiled. “You look like Alice in Wonderland.”
“It’s hard to imagine how a vehicle this big with this many people on it will actually get off the ground.”
“We’ll do so, as long as God doesn’t repeal the laws of physics,” the flight attendant said. She noticed our bottle of Champagne and said, “Oh, dear. I forgot the glasses. I’ll be right back.”
When the flight attendant left, Kristen turned to me and smiled. “She thinks you’re cute.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t worry,” Kristen giggled. “I won’t let her attack you. I’m here in the aisle seat ready to defend you.”
This reminded me. “Are you sure you don’t want the window?”
“No, dear. I want you to be able to see outside all you want. It’s your first trip, remember?”
“Thanks, love!”
The flight attendant arrived with our glasses. They clinked as she set them on the tray. “Are you on vacation from college?” she asked.
I was about to correct the flight attendant when Kristen answered, “We’re visiting my brother, who lives in Cambridge. He goes to Boston University.”
The flight attendant smiled at us and poured our drinks. “Well, I trust that the two of you will be good.”
“Thank you,” I answered.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the crew closed the boarding door. There was a series of amusing announcements, including how to fasten your seat belt, what to do in the event of a water landing (I whispered to Kristen, “Isn’t a ‘water landing’ also technically referred to as a ‘crash?’” which caused her to burst out laughing during the demonstration). The stewardess also showed us where the emergency exits were. I started to worry that there would be a test afterward.
The plane started to taxi away from the terminal, and then there was another delay, as the aircraft needed to wait its turn to take off.
My ears popped after we took off, and Kristen smiled at me. “We’re in the air now!”
Luckily I knew a trick on how to “unpop” my ears. When I was a baby, I caught the measles. As a result, I was left with an 85 percent hearing loss, which was corrected in an operation where they also removed my tonsils since they were in the same general area. Ever since then, I was able to “pop” and “unpop” my ears simply by breathing through my nose while pressing the same muscles that I press when I normally yawn. This action depended on whether or not I was breathing in (“pop”) or out (“unpop”) through my nose. This is about the first time that I’ve ever been able to describe this action accurately, by the way.
I saw the ground below, and realized that for the first time in my life, I no longer had a physical connection to the planet Earth. It was an exhilarating feeling, and I was glad that I was sharing the experience with my beloved Kristen.
Our flight would last two and a half hours, during which we would be getting a meal. Kristen pulled the blankets over the two of us and curled up with a pillow, facing away from me toward the aisle.
I thought Kristen’s behavior was unusual. First, she usually sleeps over the covers, preferring a chilly atmosphere when she sleeps, unlike me. I never knew her to curl up with a blanket around her like that.
The tiny blanket was over both of us, though, so I took Kristen’s hint and placed one of the tiny pillows next to her shoulder and cuddled next to her.
After about ten minutes, Kristen appeared to be asleep. However, I felt a gentle movement under the blanket. I was surprised to feel Kristen’s fingers start to pull down the zipper in my slacks. I didn’t see any movement from over the covers, though, so I relaxed. If Kristen wanted to give me a hand job, that was her prerogative. I never experienced one from Kristen in this position with her facing away from me. I just hoped it wouldn’t lead to an embarrassing mess on the seat.
Once Kristen found that my member was hard, she moved slightly, and I noticed that my dick was against her ass. I could actually feel the skin on her backside; Kristen’s skirt must have ridden up.
Underneath the blanket, I moved my hand over to where Kristen was still guiding my cock, and was surprised to find bare skin from the top (her left side) to the bottom. She wasn’t wearing any panties! I verified this with a slow insertion of my finger between her legs, and found the squishy wetness of her cunt.
It was at this point that I noticed that Kristen and I were in the “spoon” position. This was the position where her backside would be against my front.
Kristen’s movements now made sense to me. Slowly, I moved my body and Kristen’s hand guided me into her hole. It required a little maneuvering between the two of us, but we did it. I slowly started pushing in and out of Kristen’s lovely body.
Due to the slow pace—I didn’t want people to notice—it took me a bit longer than usual to reach orgasm. That was fine with me, as the feeling was exquisite. During that time, I managed to move one of my hands down Kristen’s chest and I could feel Kristen’s breast, unencumbered of any bra, and its rock hard nipple. I started squeezing her sensitive breast in time with my slow thrusts.
Eventually, I reached my limit. Kristen sensed my cock start twitching and she clenched and unclenched her cunt muscles somehow, as if her body was trying to milk me. I started to pump my semen into her body, and I heard her exhale a happy sigh in response.
Afterward, I wasn’t completely sure what to do. I pulled away, and tried to zip up. I couldn’t get myself into the proper position, though.
Kristen pretended that she just woke up. “Hmmm, you need to go to the bathroom?”
Go to the bathroom! Now, that was a good idea.
“Yeah,” I mumbled.
“The lavatories are over there,” Kristen pointed lazily.
I nodded my understanding.
Kristen then whispered, “Three knocks, and then one, and then open the door.”
“OK,” I said, wondering what Kristen planned next.
I got up past Kristen and went into a lavatory. It was surprisingly small. I was about to get a paper towel when I heard Kristen’s pre-arranged signal.
Despite the cramped quarters, I opened the door anyway. Kristen rushed past me, closed the door behind her and sat on the toilet.
Kristen turned me so that I was facing her, and she pulled out my wilted dick. It still contained our combined juices on it, and Kristen simply opened her mouth and sucked it in.
Having nothing to do, I unbuttoned Kristen’s blouse, and played with Kristen’s lovely breasts. I could tell by feeling them that her nipples were quite erect.
Kristen cleaned me up in no time, but continued sucking for a couple of minutes more as I continued to play with her breasts. Finally, she smiled and whispered, “Thanks. I’ll be out in a few.”
Again, I nodded my understanding and put my still-erect penis into my pants. I now considered my situation. How was I going to get out of the lavatory if somebody was watching?
I took a deep breath, and opened the door. I didn’t see anybody around, so I quickly closed the door behind me and heard Kristen once again lock the catch.