Sick and Disturbing Tales: The Mile High Club

Normally I'd start out with a little story that leads up to the end, but as the title should pretty much tell you exactly where its going to end I figured I'd start by giving some background info first.

Everyone has something that comforts them. Some people eat chocolate, others listen to music. My wife sits by water, goes for a drive, or sneaks a cigarette. All comforting things. I only really have two things that comfort me. And for those that know me well they may seem out of place or they might make perfect sense. Sunlight is the first. I love to be warmed by sunlight. I could tan professionally if someone would pay me to. The other is human contact. I'm not real picky about the who's what's or where's of it, but I do really enjoy the feel of human skin. It's this second comfort that leads into this tale...

As some of you know, I've been out of town a lot lately. And it doesn't look like I'm going to get a reprieve from it anytime soon. My most recent trip was a three dayer to Portland Oregon. Or as I know like to call it, "the city without a sun." Three days without sunlight is bad for me. Flying in Southwests fucking uncomfortable plane for 8 hours isnt much better. Especially since they don't do meals.

My flight to Portland I had icky people next to me on both planes. The kind of people Olma Peterson (or Dutch) would take one look at and vomit. The flight home was again a two parter. The first to Las Vegas when I sat to a nasty old guy who spent about $40 in alcohol on the 2 hour flight. At $4 a glass, well you do the math. The next plane looked to be the same. I got a window seat and a really creepy guy sat down in the aisle seat. So creepy infact that the entire plane filled up and noone would sit in the only available seat between us. I was thinking I might actually not have to sit right next to anyone for a change. Then she came on. A late passenger. A hot mixed (latino/white i think) army gal. heading for Ft. Bragg. She surveyed the plane saw the only seat available was next to the creepy guy and looked sympathetically at me with some very cute little puppy dog eyes. I smiled but I wasn't moving for anyone. She sat between us and said hi. After a short exchange and her trying to sleep sitting straight up she asked if itd be alright if she leaned against me. I was leaning against the window. Both of us draped in airplane blankets, I nodded a yes and went back to sleep.

As we slept, I felt the skin of her arm against mine. It was soft and comforting. A nice change from the weekend. In my half dazed sleepiness I moved against it like a cat against a leg. And eventually fell into a deeper sleep.

After sometime I slowly awoke to the sensation of a hand on my penis. Slowly stroking it under the blanket. Nothing hard, just gentle light touches. It was so enjoyable I stayed in my half slumber for a while longer not wanting it to stop. Knowng I had joined the Mile High Club (a minor fantasy but one of mine nonetheless) I finally fully came too. Only to realize she was still sound asleep and it was my hand doing the rubbing. Thank God I had a flight blanket over me.