Abbie keeps her hand on Colin

The flight attendant turned around. She was young, Black, her hair slicked back and in a bun, with a radiant smile. Abbie saw that she wore a pin with the name 'Yvette' printed on it. Yvette cheerfully smiled at Abbie and Colin, not initially aware that anything unusual was going on.

"Would either of you like coffee, tea, water, or a soft drink?"

As Colin took a breath to answer, Abbie squeezed her hand on his dick. He shuddered, and his voice broke as he said, "no thank you."

Abbie smiled. "Yes, could I please have some water? Thank you!"

Yvette had focused her attention on their faces, and only as she stood up did she see that Abbie's hand was fully cupping Colin's crotch. She froze in her tracks briefly, taking the scene in. She looked at Colin, who had a hint of fear in his eyes. Yvette shifted her focus to Abbie, who was still smiling after ordering the water. Yvette gently (and just a little bit intimately) put her hand on Abbie's shoulder, and said, "I'll be back in about two minutes with your water."

Abbie heard this, and felt that Yvette was giving her a hint. Two minutes before she'd be back, and perhaps that was a suggestion to finish whatever might be going on under her hand in that time.

Yvette had moved past them now. Colin looked at Abbie, the bit of fear in his eyes now looking more like wonder. "Do you ...?" he asked, without finishing the sentence.

Abbie looked down at her hand and his crotch. How was this going to go? She couldn't very well just pull him out of his pants here in the airplane like this. She massaged his dick through his pants, and as she did, the cloth grew tighter as his erection got stronger. Abbie continued to grip and stroke through Colin's pants. He was breathing heavier, and thrusting into her hand as she rubbed him.

Could he climax like this? In his pants, right here? Abbie wondered. She was a bit amazed as she watched him. He pulsed his body, his hips, his pelvis toward her hands. She worked faster, trying to follow his rhythm.

He shifted in his seat, which loosened his pants a little bit, and both he and Abbie seemed to have a cleaner approach toward getting him off. She continued her grip on the edges of his shaft, and he wriggled his body against her touch. He was definitely about to pop. "I'm --" he said quietly.

Abbie smiled and watched. She continued to jerk him through his pants. She stroked him once more, twice more, and then felt him stiffen.

He released his tension as his orgasm occurred. She held her hand in place, wondering if she'd feel the warmth of his spunk as it filled his pants and soaked through the cloth. She felt him twitch again, and then one last time. He sighed and sat back.

Abbie never took her eyes off his crotch, but she eventually pulled her hand away. She saw the beginning of a wet spot appear, growing, and staining the crotch of his pants. Colin turned to her, somewhat out of breath, and still a bit tense.

They both heard the sound of footsteps, and Colin quickly pulled his shirttails from out of his pants, and used the loose front of the shirt to cover his crotch.

Yvette returned. The look on her face had shifted from bland and generic happy stewardess to one of combined shock and awe. It was apparent from her expression that she had seen enough of what happened to clue her in. She again touched Abbie's shoulder, this time perhaps more to alert Abbie to her presence, but maybe also as if to connect with her out of a sense of amazement.

"Your water, miss." Yvette held out a bottle. "Please, take the bottle."

Abbie reached for the bottle and smiled. "Thank you."

Yvette couldn't help but smile a bit. Her steady flight attendant energy dropped, and in a much more authentic, real, and lower-pitched voice, said quietly to Abbie, "I hope you enjoy the remainder of your flight." She squeezed Abbie's shoulder gently, and leaned down. She whispered in Abbie's ear, "Gate 16." She then stood up back into the aisle, lifting her hands off Abbie's shoulder, and moved up the aisle quickly, not turning back.

Abbie opened her water bottle and took a drink. She leaned back in her seat and sighed, looking up the aisle at Yvette.

She glanced back briefly at Colin, who chuckled to himself. He didn't seem to mind (or perhaps even be aware) of his own pants, that he had come inside his clothes. Abbie was so curious, but opted to let things be. She pulled the armrest down between them, took another sip of water, leaned back, and closed her eyes.