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Faith's First Flight
(Tony Slade)

Settled against the window Faith concentrated on the runway as it raced away beneath her. This second take off was easier, she knew what to expect and resisted the urge to cling, flying was actually fun she decided, then smiled at the guy sitting in the seat next to her.

He returned her smile then turned back to his wife, Faith continued to watch Africa from her bird's eye viewpoint until the light faded and all that she could see in the window was a reflection of the cabin around her.

Meals were served, a film was screened in the seat back facing her... eventually the lights were dimmed and Faith closed her eyes... Flying really is fun she told herself before drifting off to sleep.

She woke with a start, she felt movement.

For a moment she tried to work out where she was, all around her there was a humming sound, it was dark but not completely, she was sitting upright, slightly reclined and under a thin blanket.

I'm on the plane she reminded herself as her mind caught up, but what woke me?

The movement was suddenly back, a gentle pressure against her ribs. Faith looked down and realised that the man sitting next to her had turned in his seat and was facing her, his hand had wandered from his blanket and under the edge of hers.

What do I do? She asked herself, I don't think he has any idea what's happening, and for all I know I shuffle too when I'm asleep.

I'll just ignore it she decided, yet still found that her focus remained on the fingers pressing against her body just below her breast. Minutes passed and Faith began to doze off again, as time passed his touch had grown to feel far less intimate, it had become almost comforting in a way, she didn't feel so alone with positive human contact.

His fingers moved as he shuffled in his seat, suddenly Faith was wide awake again. His hand had risen and now rested against her breast. Faith held her breath and studied his face in the faint light, clearly he was still in a deep sleep. And if I do anything, or react, or move his hand he's going to wake suddenly, maybe even shout out... I don't want to draw that sort of attention to myself.

His fingers twitched, he mumbled something in his sleep and shuffled again. Faith gasped, now his hand was directly on her breast, she felt him squeeze gently. She held her breath as he squeezed again, a little more firmly.

He must be awake she told herself as she glanced first at the chest high lump under her blanket and then at the serene expression on his face.

Well, this is a really strange situation she told herself as he slowly massaged her, and I think I should have worn a bra she also conceded. Everyone had told her not to wear anything tight for the flights, Faith had taken their advice and skipped a bra knowing that the constriction would probably grow more and more uncomfortable, especially being trapped in the same seat for up to eight hours. But now she felt a shiver race through her body as she realised that her nipples had hardened, and they really are standing up, he must be able to feel them. Almost as though reading her thoughts she felt his fingers move again, one pressed lightly against the raised nub before tracing a circle.

Now I know he's awake she told herself, but I've left it far too long to make a fuss, I can't really object now, I mean the guy has been holding a tit and squeezing, now he's playing with my nipple. He knows I'm awake, and he knows I'm feeling everything.

Maybe this happens a lot on flights she wondered, he certainly seemed confident, especially with his wife sitting so close.

The fingers moved again, Faith watched the hand shaped bulge under her blanket shift across her chest. Maybe he wants to feel the other one she reasoned, then bit her lip as she felt a blouse button surrender. Expertly he opened two more and a second later Faith felt warm fingers against her, skin against skin. His hand slipped inside her blouse and grasped a breast, he squeezed harder then pinched a solid nipple between finger and thumb.

Faith bit her lip harder as she fought the urge to gasp. She had sensitive nipples, just the slightest pinch was the switch that triggered the wanton side to her character. 

What was happening was crazy, it was definitely immoral, but despite the knowledge that a complete stranger was groping her she had to deny that it actually felt nice.

His hand drew away and surprisingly she felt a pang of regret. Now what? She asked as his fingers pressed against her stomach. They lingered there for a moment before drifting slowly south.

Oh My God she groaned silently as his fingertips pressed lightly against her mound before tracing down her thighs to her knees. I don't believe it she groaned silently as she felt her skirt rising under the cover of the blanket. And I don't believe I'm doing this she admitted as, despite her better intentions she eased forward slightly in her seat and parted her knees.