College memories
When I was in college I went out with a great girl who was sometimes a little on the kinky side, and who never ceased to amaze and surprise me. On one occasion we were taking a flight somewhere, and it was one of those flights where they dim the lights for a couple of hours so that everyone can get some sleep. I was wearing a pair of cotton trousers, and I had the bright red airline blanket over me. The two of us were sitting in a pair or seats alone, as the plane was a 2-4-2 arrangement. I was just beginning to doze off when I felt her hand underneath the blanket rubbing across the front of my trousers. It gave me quite a start! She shushed me, and began to rub a little more purposefully, stroking and squeezing me through the thin cotton of the trousers and the cotton briefs that I had on underneath. All the attention soon had me swelling up under the cotton. βThinking about joining the mile high club?β I joked. It was something that we had talked about previously, although I donβt ether of us were serious. βNot quite,β she replied, not pausing in her stroking. She quickly had me rock hard, something which she excelled at, but she didnβt stop there. Over the next half hour or so she continued to stroke, squeeze and rub my cock through the material of my trousers, but she wouldnβt let me touch her, and she didnβt put her hand down my trousers at all. She was really getting me quite worked up, and so I was all for making a trip with her to the bathroom, but she said no β the flight attendants would see. βAnyway,β she said. βIβve got a better idea.β She started to edge me, something else which she was really good at. Over and over again she brought me to the brink, pausing only to let me calm down or when someone walked past. Everything was still hidden under the blanket. Finally I said to her that she should stop, or there might be an accident. Her answer was just a big wide grin. βThatβs the plan,β she said. Her hand closed around the bulge of my cock again, and she stroked me harder, taking me back to the edge once more. βSweetie, no, you mustnβt. Youβll make me cum if youβ¦β She cut me off. βThatβs exactly what I intend to do. Remember last week when we had a quickie at my mumβs house and I had to sit through dinner with my knickers full of your cum after you came in me? Well, itβs payback.β And it was. I could feel my orgasm approaching and try as I might I couldnβt hold it back. Her firm grip around my cotton-clad cock never wavered, and the look of determination in her eye was very familiar. There would be no stopping her. I held my breath and bit my lip as my orgasm broke, and I felt spurt after spurt of my cum jet into my briefs. All her edging had made for a prodigious load, and my briefs were soaked though almost instantly, but she didnβt stop until my orgasm had passed and every last drop had been teased from my body. As I came back down from my orgasm I could feel my load beginning to spread, and desperate to get myself cleaned up, I made to unfasten the seat belt, but she stopped me. βOh no lover,β she said. βYou stay right where you are!β There were three or four hours of the flight to go, and I spent those hours with my trousers soaked through. When we arrived at our destination, there was a huge wet patch covering pretty much the whole of the front of the trousers, my briefs were simply soaked through, and it was even spreading up my t-shirt. I wonder if any of the other passengers wondered why the young man in row 57 put on his knee length waterproof coat to leave the plane and go through customs and immigration in a country where the temperature was well into the 90s! If only they knew it was to hide my cum-soaked trousers from their gaze.
