You try to reposition yourself against her hand.

You can feel your pulse throbbing in your cock. It’s intoxicating. You’re so close to coming, but she’s already pulled away. Your horny mind can’t reconcile the contradiction: the **** need for release versus the humiliation of coming in your pants, between two strangers on an airplane.

Your desire wins. You move ever so slowly, inching her hand closer to the head of your cock. But just as you reach it, she turns away, her fingers withdrawing from your lap with one last teasing brush against your shaft. The sudden realization of what you were doing—and the fear of being caught—sends a shiver down your spine. Yet, the thrill of it only pushes you closer to the edge.

You clench every muscle in your body, fighting to hold back the inevitable. Your eyes snap shut, feigning sleep.

Your cock, still deprived of its protective foreskin, presses against your leg. But now there’s no hand—just your arm pinned under a butt and the firm backside of the older woman pressing against your hip.

Then, the girl on your left stirs. She wakes up, flicks on her light, and calls the flight attendant.

The reality of your situation hits you like a wave. Your hard cock is probably visible through your trousers now that the cabin is lit. The thought of being caught—of being *seen*—sends a fresh surge of arousal through you. Your inner exhibitionist thrives on the risk.

But you can’t move. A single stroke against your bare cock would finish you. And besides, you’re supposed to be asleep. So you lie there, frozen, as the throbbing in your cock grows more insistent. The feeling is intoxicating.

No flight attendant in sight, the younger woman decides to go looking for them instead.