It was one of those days when nothing seemed to be going my way. The business meeting had gone on far too long, and we had still lost the contract anyway. I had rung my girlfriend to explain that I would miss our first anniversary dinner, only to be dumped by her. By the time I reached the airport, I had also missed my second rearranged flight home.

I managed to get switched to a later night flight; however, by the time that I had sat around the airport lounge for five hours, I was fed up and absolutely miserable with myself. This was how I was when I boarded the plane.

There were only about a couple of dozen passengers altogether on the flight, and we were told to sit where we liked by the flight attendants. I sat at the back of the plane, well away from any of the other passengers, and tried to catch up on the evening’s papers.

Once the flight had taken off and climbed to our cruising height, the main cabin lights were switched off, leaving the plane’s interior just illuminated by the dim night lights and passengers’ reading lights. One of the stewardesses went round to check if we needed anything and switched off the lights in the spare seats. It was after midnight, and most of my fellow travelers had reclined their seats to get some rest.

A couple of times, a stewardess came up to ask me if I needed anything. Without looking up from my papers, I would mutter “ no thanks.” A little while later, the same girl came back and stood next to my seat. I didn’t notice her at first, but then she opened up the overhead locker and stood on tiptoe to rummage around inside. As she did so, her legs knocked against my arm, disturbing me from reading my paper. As I turned to say something, I came face to face, so to speak, with a pair of the loveliest legs I have ever seen.

The girl’s short, tight blue uniform skirt was riding high up her thighs as she rummaged around overhead. My words stuck in my throat as I shared at her nylon-covered, shapely pins less than a foot away from my face. As I watched, she opened her legs slightly to catch her balance, giving me a glimpse of the inside of her thighs. I felt my cock giving a little leap in my trousers as it began to involuntarily swell a little.

She suddenly looked down and seemed to notice that she had disturbed me. With an apology, she closed the locker and leaned right over me. The top couple of buttons on her uniform blouse were open, and as she leaned forwards, the top billowed open, giving me a view of the top of her breasts and straight down the valley of her cleavage. My cock made another little jump as she asked me if I was sure I didn’t need anything. The surprise of seeing both her legs and her cleavage so close up had made me completely forget the newspaper on my lap, which started to slip off onto the floor.

The girl reached forward and grabbed it with one hand and pulled it back onto my lap. As she did so, her back of her hand brushed over the swelling cock in my trousers, making it jump even more. When she asked if I would like a drink, I only managed to stammer out something about a Scotch, and she disappeared into the galley.

I was totally confused. The show I had just seen must have been totally innocent, and she was just doing her job after all, wasn’t she? Brushing my trousers had been a pure accident as she grabbed for the paper, it must have been. But God! She must have noticed my hard-on; she couldn’t have failed to notice it bulging under my trousers. I was starting to get embarrassed now. Should I ignore it, or should I apologize in some way? I was getting flustered, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, she was back at my side with a glass of Scotch in her hand. As she handed it to me, I downed it in one gulp. She smiled at me and then leaned forward again. Using two hands, she took the paper from my lap with one hand and gave my cock a light squeeze through my trousers with her other. I nearly sat bolt upright at the surprise; my cock did so on its own anyway. She smiled at me sweetly and said, “Why don’t you move over to the window seat and get some rest? I’ll fetch you a blanket.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just got up and changed seats, acutely embarrassed at the bulging front of my trousers, which I tried to hide with my hands.

She came back a few minutes later with a couple of blankets and sat in the middle seat next to me. Leaning over, she draped one blanket loosely over my legs and the other over her own shapely legs. She whispered in my ear, “It looks as if we are the only two awake.”

I felt her hand move under the blanket and cup my raging cock in her hand through the material of my trousers. As she gently squeezed and rubbed it through the material, it swelled up to full size. I didn’t want her to stop, but it was getting very uncomfortable in its enclosed confines. As if reading my mind, she unzipped my fly and released it, pulling aside my Y fronts to take its length into her hand. Slowly, she cupped the shaft in her hand and started to move it up and down, gently squeezing and releasing as she did so, sometimes flicking her thumb gently across the top of the swollen bell end. I was in a state of absolute bliss as she wanked me slowly off under the blanket.