Long Flight Home
I’m 28 and have been in a relationship since college—almost 11 years now. He’s my only boyfriend, but I’ve never been the type to limit myself in life.
A few months ago, I got a chance to go to London for work. Short trip, just a week. Thoda sightseeing, thoda kaam, and before I knew it, I was on my flight back.
I had a window seat in premium economy. Bas ek hi wish thi ki koi boring ya awkward insaan na aaye next seat pe.
Then he walked in.
Tall, fit, proper British guy. Clean, simple, but very attractive. He gave me a small smile. I smiled back… maybe a little extra.
He sat down, put on his headphones, and got busy. I tried talking to him when drinks came, but he was very “haan… yeah…” types. Not rude, just not interested.
I was like… okay, attitude hai.
After some time, I dozed off.
When I woke up, I realized I was leaning on him—head on his shoulder, holding his arm like he was my boyfriend. I got up quickly, a little embarrassed.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize…”
He just smiled, very calm. “It’s okay. I’m Alex.”
Something changed after that.
Lights went dim, people started sleeping. He casually said, “You can use my shoulder if you want.”
I smiled. “Thanks.”
This time, I leaned in properly.
I could feel his warmth even through the AC chill. His arm was firm, comfortable. After a few minutes, his hand slowly moved into my hair… like it was natural for him.
That small touch… it did something.
We weren’t talking much, but there was tension. The kind where you both know something is building.
He leaned slightly closer. I didn’t move away… but I didn’t fully give in either.
That just made him more interested.
Under the blanket, things slowly started changing. His touch wasn’t casual anymore. It was slow, knowing… like he was testing how far I’d let him go.
His hand went between my legs, rubbing my pussy. I was so damn wet and horny, that it took him just 5 minutes to make me cum. I sighed, as he came up. My trembling body had told him that I had an orgasm. I smiled at him, and he grinned back.
At one point someone walked past, and I froze—pretending to sleep. Inside, my heart was beating fast.
He didn’t stop.
I tried to stay in control, but every time I thought I was fine, he’d do something small and I’d lose it again. Just slight movements, slight touches… but enough to make me restless.
He looked at me and smiled like he knew exactly what was going on in my head.
I didn’t even try to hide it.
Then he felt my hand on his crotch. He smiled. I leaned back and asked what his plan was in India. He was taking a connecting flight the next day. Staying overnight at an airport hotel, I did some quick time check in my head. I could call my parents an hour after I land saying I got held up at customs. I had between 30 – 60 minutes. I pressed his crotch hard and said I want it in me. He said he wanted that too. We got off the flight, picked up our baggage and checked into the hotel.
He led me to the bathroom. We both got naked and he made me bend over in the shower. My ass is slightly bigger than normal, and he liked to spank. I was red in a few minutes as he spanked me hard and licked my back. His cock was alive and was touching my ass. He spread my legs out, as I took support of the wall. He got in from behind into my pussy. He went slowly, but that wasn’t good enough for me. I wanted it harder. “Harder, harder”, I screamed.
He increased his pace. He was good and athletic, so he kept the pace up for a bit. I came twice and then he started to stiffen. “Don’t come inside me”, I screamed. He got out in time, and on my ass he spewed it all. I collapsed and sat on the ground. We made love one more time in bed. A 10 minute quickie, just before I left.
We said goodbye like normal people.
But honestly… some moments just stay with you.