Colin's lowers his tray table

In a split second before the flight attendant turned around, Colin released the latch on his tray table, lowering it to just above his lap. Abbie's hand was still fondling his cock through his pants, but the activity was obscured by the tray.

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 nodded. As she turned away, she took note of Abbie's hand under the tray table. 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 the tray table 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 bit her lip and nodded. Colin reached under his tray table, and quickly undid his belt, and opened the top of his pants. Abbie easily slid her hand up toward his stomach, and then down and into the top of his open pants. He tugged at the sides of his briefs, lowering them just enough for Abbie to pull his cock out.

Colin sat up straighter, allowing for a better angle under the tray table. Abbie jerked his dick with her left hand. Her right hand was still clasping his right hand on her leg, and she encouraged him to wrap his fingers around her thigh.

She pulled and stroked his cock, working quickly, hoping to feel him reach a climax before Yvette got back. Colin had closed his eyes, perhaps trying to focus and help himself as well. She felt his body spasming a little, and got the sense that he was close.

She slowed her rhythm slightly, and then sped up again. He was definitely about to pop. "I'm --" he said quietly.

"Ssh," said Abbie. "I know."

As she continued to jerk his dick with her left hand, she turned her body toward him, and swiftly moved her right hand to the tip of his dick. She stroked him once more, twice more, and then felt him stiffen.

He released his tension as his orgasm occurred. Abbie cupped her hand beneath the head of his cock, and felt the warmth of his ejaculation fill her hand. She stroked him again, and he shot another load of come into her right hand. She squeezed the underside of his dick, and felt him twitch again, a few more drops falling from his cock into her hand.

Abbie sat up again, and took her hands away from Colin's crotch. Almost immediately, he began to soften, tucked himself back into his underwear, and began to zip up his pants and restore his belt, all under the tray table. Abbie, meanwhile, had a right hand full of jizz, and the very idea of that made her giggle a little bit.

Colin turned to her. Asking less out of a sense of sexual kinkiness and more out of pure curiosity, he said, "are you going to ... swallow that?"

Abbie looked at him and nodded. She raised her right hand to her face, and opened it so as to pour its contents into her mouth. She licked the edges of her hand, then the palm, and then her fingers, doing as much as she could in the moment to clean her hand completely of his semen. She closed her lips, and took a firm swallow. She saw a bit more left behind on one finger, licked it, smiled, and swallowed again.

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 (with her non-recently-licked hand), and smiled. "Thank you."

Yvette held out a stack of napkins as well, which Abbie took silently. She giggled to herself.

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 poured a small bit of water on a napkin, and used it to wipe her hands. She leaned back in her seat and sighed, looking up the aisle at Yvette.

She glanced back briefly at Colin, who chuckled to himself and shook his head. He restored his tray table into the seat in front of him. Abbie pulled the armrest down between them. She took another sip of water, leaned back, and closed her eyes.