When she returned, she was wearing loose-fitting sweatpants, and when she asked if I minded if she lifted the arm dividing the seats, I replied "Of course not!" By now I had an idea of what she had in mind, because she had confided during the movie that one of her greatest turn-ons was the risk of discovery while having sex.When she returned, she was wearing loose-fitting sweatpants, and when she asked if I minded if she lifted the arm dividing the seats, I replied "Of course not!" By now I had an idea of what she had in mind, because she had confided during the movie that one of her greatest turn-ons was the risk of discovery while having sex. "My husband was not a great lover, but in the close confines of the boat it was always exciting to fuck without anyone nearby knowing about it; I had more orgasms from fucking near other people than from the sex act itself." As she shared this with me, she was already visibly breathing more quickly. Chrissy and I arranged the blankets over both of us, now no longer separated, and curled up like spoons in the otherwise crowded seats. I started to give her a back rub, slowly working over her muscles by now cramped from the first five hours of the flight. She purred quietly, and after a while squirmed her shapely ass on the seat, pushing it back into my growing erection. With both hands I reached around under her loose sweater, and fondled her globes, her nipples growing firmer under my gentle stroking. Chrissy reached back and with one hand released my belt, then unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants. I whispered in her ear, "How do you do that? I can't even do that with one hand, and they're my pants." She laughed, and said, "Years of practice; don't worry, it gets better." My hard-on sprang out of my tight bikini briefs as she pulled the waistband forward, and she whispered, "I'm glad you're not wearing boxer shorts, I can't stand them." Chrissy began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing with its own lubrication. She used the pre-come to help rotate her fingers gently around the head, stroking it with ever firmer pressure. I withdrew my hands from under her sweater to push my pants down further, allowing me to slip the briefs down below my swollen balls, which she now explored with her questing hand. |