Sharing with strangers...

Perhaps the thought of me sitting next to you with a blanket tossed over our laps so that I could slip my hand into your pants, stroking you slowly as the person sitting next to us watches would turn you on?

My god... The air in here just got thinner. All I can think about is your hand on my cock. People seated around us might know what's going on. I beg you to stop as my cock becomes engorged, full and stiff in your grasp. I try to fight it, try to focus on anything but your hand pumping.

You know the person sitting next to us knows what is going on under the blanket. She tries to not to stare openly at you, she is as much intrigued as she is disgusted. I hit the call attendant button and continue to stroke you.

Damn. I see you press the button and feel my skin burn hot red as a few heads turn our way. I am fighting the urge but your hand is so skilled, it keeps me rock hard. My heart is now pounding faster.

The attendant looks at our row and heads towards us. The woman in the seat next to you is staring wide eyed waiting to see what is going to happen.

When the attendant asks us what she can do for us, I motion towards you and wait for you to respond while still stroking you under the blanket, albeit a little slower.

I feel my cheeks burn as I open my mouth to speak. My cock is rock hard and throbbing and your thumb is pressed against the sensitive spot under the head. The attendant raises an eyebrow and asks what I need. I stammer, "Uh.."

I ask the attendant to lower her head so I can whisper in her ear, she smiles coyly and walks away. I know you are dying to know what I said to her but I just speed up my hand and whisper in your ear, "She'll be back in 30 seconds, try to stay calm." My thumb running over the tip of your cock each time I bring my hand up.

Your teasing tone and hushed whisper push me closer to the edge. I struggle to keep my cool, even as I feel the heat from a hundred eyes and remain convinced that everyone know what's going on. Your handwork is amazing, coaxing my cock to its full girth. Each time I let the throbbing get to high, each time I feel on the verge of a spasm of release, I fight it back, growing weaker.

From the front of the plane you can see the attendant heading back down to our row. Her eyes are locked on yours as my hand speeds up, pushing you closer to the edge. She stops in front of us, holding a cup of seltzer water and a towel, handing them both to you. Then she stands up and waits for your response.

So close to bursting I can barely speak, me heart pounding in my chest, a strange mix of embarrassment and ecstasy on my face. I look at her, my eyes glazed over, and with a quizzical nod I reach for the items. "Thank you" I gasp, eager to send her on her way as I feel my hips start to thrust
The attendant leans on hip against the row ahead of us and watches. You realize she isn't going to leave until you cum, you give me a worried  look while my hand moves faster. I whisper in your ear, "Come on now, she hasn't all day."

My mind burns with your words as my cock throbs, thick and full. I try to mask my emotions, try not to look awkward as I feel it... My god, I can't let you do this while she's watching. I can't. But I can't fight it. Your rhythm is too powerful, too precise. I gasp and try to shift but I can't stop the inevitable. I look at you one last time, my eyes begging you to stop as I feel the cum bubbling at the base of cock.

I'm not stopping and she's still watching. The people in the other rows are starting to crane their neck to our row to see what has captured her attention. She leans over blocking the view of the passengers and lowers the blanket, to see your cock red and swollen. The pilot announces we are almost ready for take off and you know as soon as she moves the other passengers will see you. I move my hand up and down, my eyebrow raised at you, "Well..." I say..

I can't fight it even if I wanted to. Your arched eyebrow and steady pumping do me in. I gasp, as ropes of cum burst from my cock. So much, in fact, it starts to get embarrassing and without a word I beg you to stop squeezing out every last drop

The attendant waits a moment then with a smile she gets up and walks away. I slow my stroking down and watch you to grab the towel. With a kiss on your cheek and a "Very good." I settle in to read my book as the plane takes off.