We had just spent five days in London, her exploring the city and me working and joining her for lunch or dinner or sightseeing whenever I could sneak away. It was our first international trip together, and with no kids to boot. Full of good food, shopping, conversation, and of course all the carefree hotel sex we could manage. Neither of was ready to go home, back to the real world of school drop off & pickup, dishes, laundry, and work, work, work.

We were both still simultaneously riding the high of a vacation well-spent and tense with the anticipation of a long flight and the reality that awaited us at home. The first drink service had ended, the cabin lights were off, and everyone around us was settling in with a book or movie or drifting off to sleep. Being seated on the side with only two seats in our row we had a small amount of privacy, allowing us to talk, snuggle or even make out a bit without worrying about the leering of strangers.

With a blanket across our laps, her in the window seat and me in the aisle, I was browsing the in-flight entertainment to find something interesting to watch. I never sleep well on planes and didn’t expect this flight to be any different, despite its eight-hour length. It started with her casually placing her hand on my leg. Then after a bit she moved to my crotch. I turned and gave her a look as if to say “I dare you”. She started rubbing my cock and I quickly grew hard at the thought of some sneaky mile-high fun surrounded by a plane full of people. I was never going to cum like that but thoroughly enjoyed her sly strokes while pretending to look for a movie. After a minute or two I reached my hand over to her lap and gave her a “may I?” look which she returned with a sigh and a “yes please” in her eyes.

I proceeded to slowly unbutton her pants being careful not to create too much movement of the blanket (didn’t want a nosy flight attendant ruining the fun). I slipped my hand down her pants and just let it rest there covering her mound, feeling the heat of her already wet pussy as she opened her legs to all my hand in. I started with slow and gentle pressure and could feel her breath quicken. I was still mostly looking forward at my screen to avoid suspicion, with the occasional glance over to see her facial expressions. I could tell she was getting wetter so I slid two fingers between her lips to start teasing around her clit. As my fingers entered I could feel that her pussy was hot and dripping with anticipation. I was of course rock hard and she was struggling to keep a straight face so as not to give us away. Using the wetness I had gathered on my fingers I began to slowly stroke on either side of her clit. Occasionally I would touch the tip of her clit and she would let out a silent gasp. This was the naughtiest we had ever been in public and both of our hearts were racing.

I kept teasing and tickling her clit, intermittently plunging my fingers inside her soaking wet pussy to get more of her juices on my fingers. She is generally pretty loud when she can be totally uninhibited and I could tell she was exerting significant effort to stay quiet, which motivated me even more. I continued stroking my fingers on and around her clit, being sure to hit that one most sensitive spot until at last she took a sharp breath in and closed her legs on my hand. She couldn’t let loose so it wasn’t an earth-shattering orgasm, but the secret, silent pleasure had finally released and she gave me a sly smile as I slowly withdrew my hand, licked my fingers, and gave her a kiss. What had already been one of our most fun and exciting trips yet was topped off with one final, fantastic memory to revisit and remember every time we flew together from then on.