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Based on the MHC story: “I Know You Know I Know You Know”

London, UK >>> Salt Lake City, USA

Being a student in London is probably one of the most amazing experiences you can have, especially if you’re American. Not only was I spending some of the best parts of my life in an incredible city but the men around me also had drop dead gorgeous accents. It was almost too much and I didn’t “control” myself very well my first year. Or my second… 

Clapham was a pretty typical place to live as a student but it was great because it was surrounded by bars, parks, and lots of young people. I lucked out meeting some fantastic people in my history seminar my first year there and decided to shack up with them in a house share. There were six of us living in an old Victorian house and the gender divide was split evenly, 3 women, 3 men. 

I know you’re not supposed to shag your flatmates, but hey, I couldn’t help it. Will, or should I say William, was a brown haired blue eyed god and lived 3 bedroom doors down from me, talk about convenience. He was pretty great in bed as well, he knew how to go down on a girl. 

Yeah, sometimes he’d bring a girl back and I’d be slightly jealous but I’m also all about being a sexually liberated and free love kinda person. I mean, I’d just bring back a guy the night after to keep the game rolling. 

I usually went home to Salt Lake City for Christmas break and this year was no different, I enjoyed going skiing and spending time with my family before returning to the madness of London. I made the trek out to Heathrow in the cold morning, wearing my stretchy lululemon pants to be comfy on the flight, little did I know their flexibility would come in handy in another way. 

I have a large glass of wine at one of the airport bars before boarding the plane, might as well make flying interesting in some way. I look around at the other passengers, praying I won’t be sat beside the mother with the crying infant. 

When I’m finally called to board the plane I make my way to my seat with a lack of enthusiasm typical in those riding economy class. I make a note to myself to continue enjoying the free booze on board once we take off. 

Once I’m settled into my middle seat, I notice a tall, blond, muscular, tattooed man walking down the aisle toward me. However, I’ve flown enough to know that lucky things never happen to me on planes. Besides, he’s not really my type, I’m a brunette lover. Before I can process the thought he’s beside me and opening his mouth 

“Sorry love, can I get past, I’m in the window seat” 

Holy shit. The more I look at him the more beautiful I realise he is. Fuck types, he could be anyones type he’s so gorgeous. 

“Of yeah, of course” 

I say flustered, feeling the blood racing to my cheeks, and clit. Keep your cool, I remind myself. 

I try and act passively, but am secretly watching him out of the corner of my eye. He’s super polite to all the flight attendants which makes him even more attractive and gives me a cheeky glance when I pass him his glass of wine.

Every time our arms brush against each other I feel adrenaline rush through my body. I look down and check his hand, no wedding ring. 

A few hours into the flight I can feel his fingers every so slightly touching my thigh and all my senses are heightened due to the thinness of the fabric and I don’t dare move my leg, feeling this small connection makes me smile on the inside.

The plane was cold and both of us took out our blankets and at some point I put on my headphones and watched a movie. 

The whole time our legs and hands kept grazing one another’s and the sexual tension was high. And I mean high...you could cut it like a hot knife on butter. Oh god, I’d wish he’d butter my bread.  I kept stealing glances over at him and could tell he was doing the same. 

Just as I’m wondering whether I should make a move I feel his hand reach under my blanket and grab mine. I stiffen up at the intentional contact and feel my clit start to throb. He looked me dead in the eyes,

“I’m quite comfortable with this whole set up, what do you think” 

Smiling mischievously as he awaited my reply. 

“The best set up I’ve ever had on a plane,” 

Then I feel his hand grab mine tightly and slowly move over my thighs, massaging them up until he was at my stomach, where my tights meet my skin. At the same time I advance my hand under the blanket until I can feel his cock hardening under his jeans, just touching it makes me wet.

He gently reaches down my leggings and slipped one of his fingers inside me and using my wetness as lube he started gently rubbing my clit.

I could tell he was experienced as he stroked it in a circular motion and then stopping just before I was about to get super excited. I could feel the juices flowing out of my pussy, unable to control how turned on I was. 

Trying to get my hand down his jeans was another matter altogether as his jeans were tight and hard to undo. I could tell he was enjoying my struggle a bit as he leaned over and whispered in my ear, 

“Try not to make it too obvious, i know your excited”

And gave me a playful wink. He then pushed my man off him playfully adding 

“Just sit back and relax, your flight is about to take off”

This man was going to be the death of me, and I couldn’t wait.

He started increasing his rhythm on my clit and I tried my very best to not make obvious the insane pleasure he was giving me. Even as people passed in the aisle he didn’t change his constant pace.

I was biting my lip so hard to try and control myself but I couldn’t hold it back any longer as the tingling waves of ecstacy passed over my body and came all over his hands. I’m not sure how obvious I was but I was shaking and needed a minute to compose myself before returning the favour. 

I pulled myself together and crawled my hand towards his bulging member, this time more skillfully unclasping his button and smoothly making my way down past his underwear. I grap his shaft and then he gently pushes my hand up toward his head seemingly instructing me to tease him first. I gently swirl my fingers around his head, lubricated by his pre-cum and run my finger down his cock.  

I can feel his body stiffen at this touch and then relax into my grip. His cock is throbbing and I start to move it up and down his shaft softly, then increasing my speed until I can see he’s trying to hold back his pleasure.

It’s a lot harder to make it not obvious jerking him off than it was for him fingering me so I slow down the pace when people walk past. Then I feel his hand over top of mine on the blanket, 

“ Finish me off beautiful” 

and gazes at me with his mouth slightly open. 

I work my pace up again until I feel him bursting and cumming all over my hands, he’s stifling a moan and I can see him slightly shudder as he releases. I pull my hand out, look him dead in the eye and before I wipe them off and lick his white liquid off my finger, staring at him daringly. 

We both relax into our seats and enjoy the last few hours of the plane ride together. Just before we exit the plane he leans over and whispers in my ear, 

“How does it feel having a stranger make you cum.” 

And with that he leaves, leaving me standing in the aisle smiling to myself. I never even got his name.