Julia sat at the gate for her flight, trying and failing to be engrossed in her book. It wasn’t the book’s fault; it was so difficult to concentrate in an airport. The constant announcements, the full roar of hundreds of people around you at all times. It all combined to make a very annoying and disruptive atmosphere.

She sighed as the TSA announcement about unattended bags played for the fortieth time since she had sat down. Exasperated, she closed her book and began casually glancing at her fellow passengers. Most of them were traveling alone, like her. There were a few pairs, one or two families with children.

A few rows away from her, there was a man sitting by himself. He seemed to be traveling light, with just a leather satchel by his side. He was wearing a light blue collared button-down shirt and dark grey slacks, and she could see through his shirt that he was in good shape. He was bent over perusing his phone, and his dark brown hair was falling down his forehead and into his eyes. Julia allowed her gaze to linger for a few moments, appreciating the sight of him.

All of a sudden, he looked up and almost immediately caught her eyes with his. She froze for a moment too long. Dammit. Now they had been looking at each other long enough that she had to acknowledge it. She flashed him an embarrassed smile and he answered it with a little smirk. When his gaze dropped back to his phone, she breathed a small sigh of relief.

Well that was awkward, she thought, and tried to get herself back into her book. About half a page in, she felt eyes on her. A surreptitious glance up revealed the same man staring directly at her.

Julia could feel her face growing warm, but she refused to look back at him. It would only encourage him.

She breathed another sigh of relief when the gate agent began calling boarding groups. Finally. The flight wasn’t a monster, not by any standard, but four hours on a plane was still nothing to sneeze at. She would be much happier when she was able to relax in her hotel room and prepare for her upcoming work conference.

Her boarding group was finally called. Coach. Her company was a bit stingy, and for shorter flights, she didn’t feel like spending the money to “upgrade”. A quick glance around showed that Mr. Blue Shirt had also stood. Huh. She would have expected him to be flying first class, maybe even business.

The line moved at the same pace it moved everywhere, with regular beeps from the boarding pass scanner and the slow shuffle forward into the plane. Finally, she managed to find a space for her rolling bag in the overhead bins and squeeze into her seat by the window. She wasn’t really picky about where on the plane she sat, as long as she had a window to look through, so this time she had a row near the back.

She looked around the plane as she buckled her seatbelt. Not as full as she had imagined it would be. There were hardly any full rows, so there was a good chance that she would at least have a seat between her and her neighbor. Good stuff.

She pulled her book back out and began trying to read again. This time, she got about two pages in before someone did sit down next to her. She looked up briefly to see who it was, then looked back at her book. Then she had to resist the urge to do a double take. It was Mr. Blue Shirt.

Just my luck. He’s probably going to think I was coming on to him.

“Oh, hey!” he said cheerily. “I was kind of hoping I’d get to sit next to someone cool. I’m Adam.” He stuck out his hand, and she shook it begrudgingly.

“Julia,” she replied. He was even more handsome up close. She could see his eyes better now, and they were a deep, rich mahogany. His easy smile was a bit contagious, she had to admit as she found herself smiling back at him.

“Nice to meet you, Julia. Headed anywhere nice?”

“Eh. Business conference. What about you? You look like you’re dressed for work.”

He chuckled. “I like looking nice, I have to admit. Also I get hassled less when I look like this.”

“Fair enough.” Her personal choice had been for comfort; a red tank top and thick black leggings with sandals, her long dark hair pulled back into a low ponytail.

“Sorry if I’m being intrusive, but are you open to conversation? I’m a bit of a chatterbox, and I find it’s better to ask up front. ‘No’ is a totally acceptable answer.” She considered for a moment, then closed her book.

“Sure, I guess. You seem nice enough.” And you’re pretty cute, too.

“Awesome!” His grin stretched across his face now, and she found herself matching it again. “What are you reading there? Anything good?”

“Oh, this?” She flipped the book up so he could see the title. “Nothing earth-shattering. It’s a fantasy romance. I like a bit of fluff for a flight.”

“Oh sure, sure,” he said. “I get that.” He leaned in a bit and lowered his voice conspiratorially. “I read them sometimes too. There are some bits in romance novels that are just written way better than anyone else does them.”

Julia felt herself blushing. “You aren’t wrong about that,” she said, suppressing a giggle.

“Gotta keep yourself company when you’re traveling alone. And I’m sure your husband appreciates it if you come home all in a tizzy!”

She coughed a bit. “I’m actually not married.”

“Oh! Sorry. Your boyfriend. Or girlfriend,” he added hastily. She shook her head again.

“Nope. Just me.” Where was he going with this?

“Oh wow. Then you’ve got some practice keeping yourself company. Like me. Well, at least we each have a friend for the flight!”

She chuckled a bit. He was silent as the plane took off, but once they were solidly in the air he turned to her again.

“Mind if I scoot over? The engines are so loud back here, I feel like I have to shout to have a conversation.”

“Sure, go ahead.” He unbuckled his seat belt, lifted the arm on the seat, and slid over. Once he was settled, his knee was pressed against hers. It felt kind of nice; it had been a long time since she’d had any kind of physical attention from someone else. She left her leg where it was.

“So what’s the best fluff book you’ve ever read for a plane?”

Soon they were deep in conversation about the finer points of light fiction, spanning a variety of genres. At some point, Julia became aware that his hand was on her thigh. A thrill went through her, but she said nothing about it. She was intrigued to see how far he would go.

The conversation ranged, and soon so did his hand, lightly tracing back and forth on the inside of her thigh. She began to have trouble focusing on what she was saying. Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something like this to her… and there was also the thrill of getting caught. They were in public, after all.

She completely lost track of what he was saying as his fingers wandered upwards, barely touching her now, and passed over her crotch so lightly she thought she might have imagined it. But there was no denying that she was definitely turned on. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and leaned back into her seat.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling his hand away. She was pretty sure he was asking a different question.

“Uh…” She took a deep breath to collect herself. “I’ve never…done anything like this before.”

“Like what?” he asked, then leaned in and whispered “Like hook up with a total stranger? Or like getting fingered in public?” Her face felt like it was on fire. His breath brushed her skin and she shivered.

“I will stop if you want me to,” he said, voice still low. “But I don’t think you want me to.”

She shook her head, eyes still closed, and his hand resumed its stroking, from her knee to her groin, stopping just short of touching her pussy. “Fuck,” she hissed, her hips pressing forward trying to meet his fingers.

“Careful,” he murmured in her ear. “Don’t cause a scene. You’ll draw attention.” For some reason that thought excited her even more. Her pussy was throbbing now, aching to be properly touched.

Adam seemed to sense her frustration, and began to trace the outline of her lips with two fingers. He was still leaned in close, so she could feel the change in his breathing. Without thinking, she reached over and began rubbing his cock through his pants. He was already hard enough that she could feel him easily, but as she stroked she felt him continue to grow.

His fingers had stopped teasing her now, and were just full on rubbing her through her leggings. “Wait,” she panted, pulling her hand back. He stopped instantly, but she could hear a touch of frustration in his voice as he asked her what was wrong.

She reached down under the seat in front of her and grabbed her jacket, pulling it over her front like a blanket. Now it was her turn to lean close and whisper.

“I can’t take it, I need to feel your fingers.” He wasted no time working his hand into the elastic waistband of her leggings, into her panties, sliding a finger between her folds. When he brushed against her clit, she gasped.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he hissed into her ear. His finger began to draw light circles around her clit, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. “Good girl, keep it under control. Don’t make a fuss. Stay quiet, but cum for me.”

Julia’s mind went blank as her body convulsed under his expert manipulation. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, and at the end of it she was left panting, her body buzzing.

Adam withdrew his hand from her, and brought it to his lips. He never took his eyes off her as he licked his fingers clean.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” she murmured. He chuckled.

“Was? I’m not done with you yet.” He cast a glance up and down the plane. The flight attendants were beginning the drink service, and all of them were at the front of the plane, working their way back. “Come with me,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet.

Before she could even ask a question, he had dragged her into the tiny bathroom and locked the door behind them. She turned and faced him in the cramped space.

“What are you–” He cut her off by kissing her, fiercely, hungrily. It was like he wanted to devour her. His tongue pressed into her mouth and began sliding along hers. His hands moved to her shoulders and pushed down the straps of her tank top and bra, exposing her breasts. Almost at once, he moved his mouth to her nipples, licking and sucking.

She moaned. She couldn’t help it. He straightened suddenly, kissed her deeply, then pulled back. His hands fumbled at his belt, and his slacks and boxer briefs dropped to the floor with a thunk. His rock-hard cock stood proudly, just begging for her to worship it.

She pushed him back and he sat on the closed toilet, watching her as she knelt between his thighs and began to devour his cock, shoving it about halfway into her mouth and massaging the underside of his shaft with her tongue. She heard a soft slapping sound, and looked up to see he had clapped a hand over his mouth. Even from behind the barrier she could hear his moans, and she redoubled her efforts. She wrapped a hand around the part of his shaft that she couldn’t reach with her mouth, moving it in time with her head.

She was only able to continue that way for a few moments before he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her away from him roughly. As soon as she was standing, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down, taking her panties with them. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her forward; she got the hint quickly and straddled his lap as best she could with her pants around her ankles.

As she lowered herself onto him, his hips rose to meet hers, and he slid inside her easily.

“Oh dear god,” she moaned, and he grabbed the back of her head and forced her back into a kiss as he began to thrust.

As turned on as she was, it did not take long for her to cum again. His grip was like steel as she bucked against him, struggling to break her lips free of his so she could moan, scream, or even just breathe. He was moaning as well, panting and groaning into her mouth as her pussy clamped onto him.

Their movements against each other became increasingly frantic. He released his hold on her head and she broke free, gasping.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked, his voice rough. She nodded, unable to form words. “Good,” he said, and returned to ravishing her lips with his, his rhythm quickening.

Julia was certain they were going to be caught. There was no way they weren’t making enough noise to be heard all the way in the cockpit. But she couldn’t help it. It felt so fucking good.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, and the words made her moan. She leaned her face close to his ear and whimpered, “Me too, oh god, me too, I’m gonna cum!” Her words turned into a squeal and she did her best to stifle it by biting his shoulder.

They crashed over the edge together, and she felt his cock twitching and pulsing deep inside her as he filled her with his cum. She couldn’t stop her hips from moving, milking every last drop out of him.

They sat that way for a long moment, catching their breath together, his cock softening inside her. Finally she pulled free and began cleaning herself up.

“Alright, so we can’t leave together,” Adam said, still breathless. “You go first. I’ll lock the door behind you and wait a couple minutes. Fuck, that was amazing.”

Julia finished straightening her clothes and smiled at him, then slipped out of the bathroom and back to her seat. A few minutes later, Adam rejoined her, looking much less disheveled.

“Well, then,” he said as he sat down. “I don’t know where you’re going when you get off the plane…Got a connection to make?”

She shook her head. “Nope, the next stop is mine.”

He grinned broadly. “I was hoping you’d say that. If you’re interested, I would love to be able to get to know you better, Julia. Much, much better.”

“You know, Adam,” she said, “I think I’d like that very much.”