FAA regulations require you to follow a flight attendant's instructions

"Ma'am, the captain has asked everyone to return to their seats for take-off," the voice matched the middle-aged stewardess who escorted you to your seat. You may not like to admit it, but you were a nervous flyer, especially during take-off. Better to take your seat and have a seat belt even if it only helped psychosomatically.

You recover your still iron-hard dick with your t-shirt and take Hannah by the wrist.

"OH! Its you! I think I found a seat you would like, if you'd follow me," she gasped, leading you past the little curtain from coach to first class. "Now, technically, there already is a gentleman in the seat, but I'm sure he'd switch if you ask." You noted that the gentleman who had the middle seat scooted over to the window seat that Hannah vacated. Asshole.

What? That didn't sound good. You were never good at confrontation or any sort of social interaction that required more than you blending into the wallpaper. The attendant led them to a 4 seat pod, two facing two, on the port side of the plane. Three of the seats were taken by basically the most beautiful women that you had ever seen in real life. There is a difference between a normal hot girl and someone who is professionally hot. Two of them there definitely hot by professional, the other was only merely normal hot girl. The normal hot girl was dressed professionally, in a dark green skirt suit with glasses on, and she was Indian or Pakistani or something, you were pretty sure. She was intently staring at her tablet, it looked like she was taking notes.

The other two women were more casually dressed, though it was probably somewhat of a ruse. One, olive-skinned with dark brown hair streaked with blonde, may have been only in a t-shirt and jeans, but they were jeans that cost 3 months rent, fit her ass perfectly, and she had to have spent at least two hours on her makeup. The other, blonde and tanned, was in yoga pants and a sweater, trying to hide the fact that she was literally a bikini model. Skinnier than Hannah and her thighs, yes, but with perfect facial symmetry. She, unlike the other two, had a ring on her finger, a wedding ring with a diamond that you thought existed only in movies.

"Excuse me, this is the young man who needs your seat," the stewardess said tapping the shoulder of the fourth person in the pod. He stood up. Normal men towered over you, and he towered over normal men. He was at least 6'6, and shoulders as wide as a truck.

Holy shit, you recognized him. He used to be on the Patriots. He played in the NFL for a decade, and not just as a scrub bench player. He was on the Pro-Bowl team multiple times, a Super Bowl champ four times, and had caught multiple touchdown passes. To say that he could break in half is understatement; he wouldn't even slow down to do it.

"I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I paid for these tickets; my wife and I are trying to have a business meeting while we-" He didn't even look at you at first, like you were beneath his contempt. When he finally did look at you, he stopped and floundered. He looked at you and then Hannah and then the flight attendant and then back to you. He looked back at his party and then back to you. "I'm sorry, what was I..." he trailed off; he kept staring at you and your shirt. Could he tell that that bulge was your schlong?

You're honestly not sure where you found the courage to speak up, but you did. "I actually really would like your seat, Rob," you said, your voice cracking on his name. "You c-could take my seat or Hannah's. I think we will share yours up here."

He nodded vaguely and took pains to get by you without touching you. You extended an elbow into him and he actually mumbled an apology for running into you.

"Um, I'm not actually sure its okay for the two of you to share a seat," the flight attendant said.

"I'm sure its fine," you said, wrapping your hand possessively around Hannah's waist and onto her butt.

"Of course, sir, I... really should take my seat, as should you. We're taxiing to the runway for take-off."

You and Hannah sit down, she putting her arms around you as you pull the sealt belt over both of you. Four sets of very pretty eyes are staring at you, some in stunned disbelief.