Natalie Lends a Helping Hand

I was slightly embarrassed from before, she was struggling and I didn’t know I would be given a show during the process. She blushed even more now, her cheeks almost matched her hair color at this point. It was adorable, and it only reminded me of my younger sisters from time to time

She struggled and she looked like she was weighing the options in her mind and she looked everywhere other than myself. I got up, my height immediately matching hers, then towering to the point where I had to duck down without scraping my head against the top of the plane. (Who made planes to be so small anyways?)

“Here,” I warmed up to her, her eyes glimmered into mine as I grabbed the suitcase. I plugged it into the open space next to mine. “There, problem solved and it fits tight and snug inside. Shouldn’t go anywhere now.”

We retook our seats and conversed for a bit longer, at least until the flight began to take off. I found out her name was Bethany, and her family, too, lived in Mable—but she didn’t seem to know either my sisters. She stated that she was homeschooled by her parents for a few years, but then once her parents were divorced she neglected her studies. She didn’t go to college, but I could tell she had the knack for it, but only if she wanted to. I noticed a few times that she stared longingly into my eyes, but I attempted to brush it off as a miscue or misinterpretation.

The flight rumbled down the runway, the whole time she held my hand—she said that it was due to her needing something to hold onto for the beginning. Her father had always been there to comfort her during rides like this, and in this situation I seemed to be the only good option. Her touch was soft, and it only reminded me of Penny—the familiarity of it sent me into a trance that I rubbed her fingers similarly to my girlfriend’s. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment. It brought me back to a moment we shared a few days prior.

Our fingers interlinked, both hands together as we bumped and rubbed our bodies. Our tongues lapped one another as our mouths became dense, wet caverns worth every ounce of exploration. Her naked sex rubbed against the throbbing mass stiffening below, the length of it ran completely through her legs, even a few inches past. The pink-fleshy head thickened and flared as I began to pump against the tightness of her body. Our hands broke and while mine caressed her neck and face, hers traveled downwards and added their subtle grip against the base of my crotch. She always made it a point to get me off before I could be inside her, it was a contest to her—an achievement that was worthy of a prize. But she always lost, and I made her pay for it every single time.

“Natalie.” Came Bethany’s voice, it woke me from the trance and I soon realized I had been holding her hand for far too long. The plane had already leveled out, with the clouds not too far below us. I also didn’t realize it, until it was too late, that my layered mass below had begun strengthening inside. It hadn’t yet reached its full mast, but coiled around my leg like a caged snake and I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Bethany’s eyes looked into mine, filled with a similar hunger that I had seen in so many woman. There came a ping in my mind, a soft thought that soon spiraled into a rough fever-dream: taking her to the nearest bathroom and making these three hours worth every minute.

She smiled suddenly and she looked away, embarrassed by the predicament, still our hands had not pulled away just yet. “Are you thinking about anyone this moment?”