A hot cup of Joe

"Coffee, sir?" the flight attendant asked me.

"Yes, please!" I responded, realizing how tired I was after my long night.

"Cream?" she asked, firing off bells in my mind.

"Yes, please," I said calmly. "And, I think my friend would like some, too."

The stewardess poured two cups of coffee and passed me a handful of little creams and sugars. "Actually, could I have a second cup?" I asked. She handed me an empty cup and continued along her way.

The lady across the aisle from me had also gotten up to use the bathroom. The flight attendant was now standing in front of me, so I was shielded from view. Better act fast!

I pulled the blanket back over my body and whipped my cock, hard again as I considered my plan, out of my pants. I replayed the night's escapades in my mind - touching Britney's legs, groping her breasts, sliding my finger inside her soft, juicy pussy. It didn't take long before I was ready to climax again.

Angling my penis just right, I unloaded my spunk into the empty coffee cup. "Aahhhhh," I said quietly, hoping no one noticed. I took a few deep breaths, recovering from my quick five-fingered fury, and put my shrinking cock away.

I smiled as I poured Britney's coffee over my jizz. I added cream and sugar and was just stirring her coffee as she came back.

"Oh, coffee, thank God!" she said as she slid into her window seat.

"I hope you like cream," I said, handing her a cup.

"Omigod, thank you so much, Simon!" she said. Clearly, she still had a headache and was very eager for a pick-me-up.

Britney buckled her seatbelt, put down her tray table, and took the coffee from me, brushing my fingers with her own. With a smile, she took a sip. I sipped my coffee, too, trying to hide my grin.

As she drank, she wrinkled her nose and puckered her lips. "This coffee is disgusting," she said, looking with distaste in her cup. Then she took another sip. "Ugh. But my head hurts so much. Whatever."

With glee, I watched Britney sip her cum-creamed coffee as we casually chatted some more about her plans for medical school after she graduated. She got to the end of her serving, tilting the cup back to be sure she got every last drop.

"Man, that stuff was gross," she said. "But, I guess I am feeling a little better."

"Well, that's great! I'm sorry if I made you sick with the vodkas before."

"Oh, no Simon, don't be sorry. You've been such a sweetheart to me!" We smiled at each other. "Listen," she continued. "Don't get the wrong message because, like I said, I do have a boyfriend. But can I give you my number in case you want to hang out in London?"

"Sure!" I said in disbelief. "I'd love that!"

We exchanged numbers and continued chatting while the plane descended. It turned out Britney was just as afraid of landing as she was of taking off. Now, instead of holding my hand, she literally unbuckled her seatbelt, scooched over next to me, restrapped herself in, and snuggled into my side as I put my arm around her shoulders. Her breathing was very tense as the plane landed, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief when we were safely on the ground. She stayed in the seat next to me as the plane taxied for the next half-hour. Her voluntary closeness was almost as hot as last night.

When it came time to depart, Britney gave me a big hug, squashing her glorious tits into my chest. "Thanks for everything, Simon. I hope to see more of you soon!"

"I hope to see more of you, too, Britney," I said. She grabbed her roller bag and rolled away, leaving me with my memories and with even more fantasies of what might still come.