I know this is a super vanilla confession, I can’t believe I built up the courage to even ask. I am so glad I did.

I was on a flight this morning to fly home. I had a connection at a “Delta hub”, one of the major airports that serve Delta flights. The man sitting next to me (I’ll call him “Brian”) was kind of cute - dorky-ish, tall, well-groomed, wearing a button up shirt and a vest, clearly a business traveler. He commented on my OTF swag and we started chatting while waiting to take off. It turns out Brian works in management consulting and travels frequently. He enjoys trying OTF studios in all the cities he visits and we really hit it off.

We were both going to the same final destination and when we landed at the Delta hub, Brian invited me to the Delta SkyClub as his guest (I guess he has big status with Delta and can invite a nobody guest who is flying Delta).

We continued our conversation in the SkyClub, and soon the increasingly flirty conversation ended up with me asking him if would want a handjob sometime. I mean, hell, I probably would never see him again. Brian hesitated, his pale skin clearly blushed, then he asked “now??”.

I wasn’t sure how we could, since the club was full. So I asked, “but how?” I told me to follow him to the men’s room. I could see the tent in his khakis already as he stood up. Turns out the stalls in the men’s room were completely private, with doors that lock and have no gap. There was plenty of room for him to stand with his pants dropped and for me to kneel before him.

So I gave him a handjob with both hands, greased with his spit and my own saliva. Very soon we didn’t need spit as his precum took over. It was very wet. Very slippery. It made that squishy sound with every twist and stroke. I looked up at him the entire time, to let him know that private moment in the bathroom stall was just between him and me. I kept my lips a couple inches under the tip of his erection, promising I wouldn’t suck it or lick it. Just a handjob.

Squish. Squish. Squish. I parted my lips to let Brian know it was okay to shoot in my mouth (silently) when I felt his balls tense up and his shaft “bubble”. I knew he was near when his precum dripped on my lower lip. And then he gripped my face with both hands. I felt the underside of his tip touch my lower lip as he spasmed and unloaded. I swallowed it all.

I’m currently on my flight to the final destination. Brian’s up in first class so we are no longer seat neighbors. We’re able to chat with inflight wifi. He confessed that he’s actually married with a family.

I just texted Brian back telling him I had suspected. I also wrote, “Don’t worry, I don’t care. I don’t need to know the details. It’s not my place to judge.”

And I ended the text with a “kiss” emoji. I’m going to try to take a short nap now.