Give her a better squeeze

When the attendant goes away, you glance down at the sleeping woman's breast, exposed and almost seemingly for your pleasure. Sarah's always come off as a bit more sexually liberal than your other coworkers, but you have an instinctive desire to not get caught rubbing the creamy globe of flesh trying to escape her bra. The flight attendant comes by to check on things, but Emily waves her off while Beth sleeps, and you assure her you're all set. You notice the attendant taking in the woman's cleavage before moving on, and as you glance over at Emily, you realize she is still engrossed in her book. Swallowing in disbelief, you reach out with your right hand and trace the curve of Sarah's left bra-encased breast. Sarah gives no visible or audible reaction so you reach out and push more firmly, causing the barest of ripple to wobble her tit.

Spurred on by her lack of response, you take her invitation to hart, palming the side of your coworker's huge tit. While never one to dwell on bra size (big, small, huge seem to be a nice descriptor for you), you can't help but wonder what size Sarah's huge melons are. You can feel your erection begin to stir as you gently fondle her breast, wondering how laid back Sarah is about playing with her tits. Thus far the contact has been through the bra, and your fingers wander closer to the edge. You pull back as you see Emily stretch and even that bare contact sends Sarah's boob jiggling. You realize you're getting a bit obsessed with Sarah's exposed breast, but you can't resist one more actual squeeze, gently pushing your thumb on one side of the curve of her big boob and pushing against your index and middle finger. A pocket of flesh pushes out over the edge of the bra, and you gently release it to watch her tit become its normal shape. You push her breast up as you loosen your grip, then let it fall as you put your hand in your lap, loving the quivering flesh in her bra. Sarah sighs and leans toward you, you you leave your upturned hand on your arm rest. Sarah's big breast spills into your open palm, and you gently begin massaging it, almost unable to believe your luck.

Which is about par for the course, as you notice Sarah's eyes flicker open. You move to pull your hand away out of instinct, but she gently shifts, and more of her delightful breast pours into your greedy fingers. “I'm surprised you had the balls,” she whispers. “But it feels great, so I'm not going to complain.” Sarah glances toward the cockpit. “I'd love to see the attendant walk by us right now while you fondle my big tit,” she whispers. “Can you make it bounce a bit?” she asks. Your eyes widen and she chuckles. “You're not used to that, are you?” she asks, and you realize she can tell she has your attention, and likely more. Despite your hesitation, soon her big jug is gently bouncing. “Yeah, perfect. You're a natural,” she glances down at her dancing breast. “So am I, come to think of it.” You grin and Sarah nods. “Glad to see you're enjoying this, too,” she offers.

“Immensely,” you whisper. Sarah glances up to see if the attendant's there. She isn't. Without saying another word, Sarah reaches up with her left hand and peels the bra cup back, revealing half of her barely pink areola and a small, soft nipple. “Holy fuck,” you groan, somehow managing to keep relatively quiet.

“Well, well,” Sarah muses as her now-bared breast continues to bounce around in your eager hands. “Seems I've got a tit-man on my hands,” she laughs. Your fingers reach up and Sarah purses her lips gently. “Greedy tit-men often have fun with me,” she says, winking. Your fingers stroke her areola, and Sarah takes a deep breath. “Oh,” she murmurs.

Your fingers do your speaking for you, as you realize that she enjoys being teased. You push your fingers away from the nipple, then curl them back before sliding your hand out from under her tit. The breast flattens against the arm rest a bit, leaving her areola available for your seeking hands and fingers. You gently tease the pale flesh, watching with a palpable hunger as you see her nipple slowly harden. Sarah seems to be tightening her grip on the arm rest, and you can see her eyes closing randomly, as if she's focusing elsewhere. Your ring finger accidentally brushes her nipple and Sarah shudders. She controls her breathing but looks at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry,” you whisper. Her nipple hardens even more against you and you continue your tease, more slowly. You notice that her nipple is rather small, a nice distinguishing feature against the mass of her huge breast.

“Don't apologize for that, John. I wouldn't mind more, but there is some bustling in the cabin. We may not be alone for long. On the other hand, you've been doing such a nice job with your hands that I wouldn't mind seeing what other tricks you might have in store.” Sarah's fingers tease at her bra cup, and you can tell she's ready to cover up if necessary.