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She was in the middle row of the plane with four seats across. She had the middle one on the left side. An older women in the other aisle was placing her things in the aisle seat and working to get her belongings situated.

Maybe Cari would get lucky and nobody would take the seats on either side of her. She hated flying… and this trip from Tokyo to Chicago was 11 1/2 hours!

Her company had cajoled her into the move to Tokyo. It hadn’t been too difficult for her boss to do. After all, who wouldn’t want to spend 2 years living in gorgeous Ebisu in the heart of Tokyo? The city was beautiful… and so safe. Everyone was polite. And the food! Oh my god, the FOOD - all of it - was heavenly!

But they’d promised that she wouldn’t have to make any return visits in person. She hated flying! It made her whole body react… chills, dizziness, pumping heart, shaking. Uggh!

Ever since that trip when she was a little girl alone with her father. She’d been so excited… her first plane ride. They were visiting her grandparents. But things didn’t go well. The flight had become bumpy… and her stuffed giraffe had fallen to the floor. Her father had been reading next to her. She’d unlatched her seatbelt… and climbed down by his legs to look for Peaty on the floor.

But the bumpiness got worse, much worse… suddenly. The plane plunged down and then up tossing her against the seat in front of her. Then more wild oscillations of the floor and seat had sent her tumbling into the plane’s aisle. Luckily, her father had scooped her from the floor before worse happened, but she’d smacked her head and had bruising all over her body afterwards.

God she HATED flying!

Damn her boss! And his boss too… and the CEO. Actually, she loved all of them. They were great to her. But they’d all promised. She’d made them promise. But here she was… strapped in. Why? Because of the damn year-end review. Not because she’d screwed up, but because she’d done really well. Amazingly well. She was being tortured for her great performance. Several of the key investors would be present… and they insisted on meeting the woman who’d turned everything around in Tokyo. She was absolutely essential evidently.

And then she’d have to turn around… and fly back three days later… this Friday…

She looked up… after being distracted by her thoughts. She glanced over at the older woman - now seated in the aisle seat to her right - who smiled back at her. The seats on her left and right were still unoccupied… so at least there was that.

The Japanese flight attendants were moving through the aisles helping the stragglers get seated and closing the overhead bits. The plane was really full, but she still had her island of spaciousness left. Maybe she’d even be able to lay down on the seats curled up… once the flight got underway. She’d be wide awake. Her body wouldn’t let her relax, but it might be better than sitting up the whole time.

But then a lone man entered the plane just as the doors were closing. He glanced down at his ticket in hand… and then at the aisle seat numbers. He headed her way. Well… no laying down for her.

He stopped in the aisle beside her, verified his seat number once again… and placed his bag in the overhead bin. Then he looked down and caught her inspecting him. A smile spread across his face as he slide into his aisle seat and leaned down to place a smaller bag by his feet.

He turned towards her in the cramped seat and extended a hand. “Hi. I’m Brad. It seems that our lives will intersect for a few hours.”

Cari blushed. His face was captivating… deeply masculine. The stubble from a day or two of not shaving only accentuated his piercing blue eyes. Eyes that were looking directly at her from two feet away.

He smiled again… and she realized that his hand was just suspended alone in the air between then. She stumbled an apology, reached out to take his hand and introduced herself as Cari.

They exchanged some small talk. He congratulated her on her triumphant reason for her Chicago visit (after digging for details about why she found herself in Tokyo… and on this particular flight). He, in turn, was also returning for work… but he was flying on to DC.

She had great difficulty not blushing some more while they talked when she looked at his face… so she only glanced at him so that she didn’t get befuddled while talking. His face was gorgeous! It made her loose her train of thought.

And his smell. He must have run to catch the plane. There was a faint smell of sweat, but it was musky. Manly. Intoxicating.

The attendant was making the safety announcement and the plane was pulling back from the terminal and making its turn onto the runway. Cari turned her head and looked straight ahead… hands gripping the chair arms tightly.

Brad looked at her expression… and nearby slightly trembling hand.

“Would it help to hold my hand?” he asked… opening his right hand next to her’s.

She looked at him… and smiled gratefully… placing her smaller hand in his. He interlaced their fingers and then slowly closed his hand around her’s. He felt strong. Solid. Grounded.

She started to explain her first airplane flight story to him. Brad listened attentively… as the plane rumbled down the runway and launched itself into the air.

When she finished the story… explaining why flying was so difficult for her… why her body reacted so strongly, she realized that their hands were still clasped together. But she didn’t want to let go. He relaxed his grip, but then used his thumb to gently rub her entwined fingers and wrist. It was heavenly.

Eventually, he opened his hand… and she reluctantly returned her hand and wrist to her lap. The dinner cart was making the rounds. Normally, she couldn’t eat, but she didn’t feel nauseous… so she dug in while talking to Brad. Even Japanese airplane food was tasty. So the topic, of course, was food. Japanese food… and how they both loved everything about it. They noted favorite snacks from the konbini (i.e., local convenience stores) - spicy tuna onigiri…salty, soft-boiled eggs… macha tea; favorite restaurants… and favorite places to visit outside Tokyo… with their novel local delicacies to try.

Dinner was cleared away… and then the cabin lights throughout the plane were turned off to let everyone sleep. Only a few lights remained on near the bathrooms, leaving everything with a softened outline.

Brad broke off the conversation… and settled back in his chair… assuming that she’d want to sleep.

But she didn’t sleep. Minutes passed… with only occasional noises now from the rustling of people. For a time, she watched Brad’s face. His eyes were closed and she could see in the low lighting his facial muscles relax as he drifted off to sleep. Yup… he was definitely gorgeous.

Many more minutes passed. Then more. She had forgotten her fear while distracted by Brad’s voice… and gaze, but it all came back now… in the quite darkened cabin… with the vibrations and creaking noises of the plane.

Her heart thundered in her chest. She was taking short gasping breaths. Her hands clenched and unclenched in her lap. She was trembling.

She glanced left at Brad… and saw his eyes wide open: watching her… concerned. He sat up… and reached out and took her hand back into his. They sat there is silence for a time, but her shaking continued.

Brad leaned in close to her ear and whispered: “We need to find a way to distract you. Something to make you relax.”

Cari looked at his beautiful face, but didn’t know what to say. What could they do… trapped in their seats in the quiet dimmed light?

He reached up to his collar. His tie has been loosened by his effort to board the plane on time. She had admired for some time how its loosened look made him even sexier.

He started to undue his tie… as he whispered: “Let’s get those shaking hands under control first.”

He put the tie in his lap… then reached over with both hands snd grasped her wrists. He held them a moment… then pulled them close together and whispered in her ear: “Wrap your fingers together.”

She did as instructed. He leaned back up, picked up the tie… and began wrapping it about her wrists. Once around. Twice. He then pulled the end up from the bottom in the middle between her wrists… on either side of the wraps. He crossed them over one another… and then cinched down causing her wrists to pull together. He tied it off with another cross over and cinch. Then he tucked the ends neatly into his necktie tie.

She stared at her wrists. He leaned in and chuckled: “No more shaking wrists.”

“Hmm…,” he continued, “what else might ease the tension? Distract you? Relax your muscles?”

Cari sat silently.

He looked into her eyes… and said: “We’re going to try something. I’m going to try something… with your cooperation. But consent is necessary. You may withdraw consent at any time by saying STOP. Do you give your consent?

She slowly nodded her head up and down.

“I want to be sure that you want this. That you don’t feel pressured.

She shook her head back and forth… eyes wide.. focused on his eyes… and smile. So gorgeous.

“Good girl.”

He placed his right hand lightly on her tied up hands… leaving it there. Adding stability. His left hand reached out to her left knee. The bottom of her dress had ridden up somewhat… leaving her knee and lower thigh exposed.

His hand settled on her knee. He looked back into her eyes. “Okay?” he asked. She nodded.

His fingers explored her knee… gently delving around and around in small circles. He was watching his fingers… entranced, but so was she.

He glanced back at her to look for concerns. Seeing none, his fingers trailed up the outer part of her thigh to the edge of her dress. Then slowly back to her knee.

She had stopped breathing. She gasped in some air.

His finger once again came up her outer thigh, this time unhurriedly pushing her dress farther up her leg. Then back slowly to her knee… and back again. Her dress was now pulled up so far that he would have a view of her panties… if her legs had been open.

She reminded herself to keep breathing.

His hand reach out and rested on the top of her left thigh. She was taking deep breaths again, but it had nothing to do with fear.

“Remember that we can stop at any time,” he whispered to her.

His fingertips traveled down to her knee again, but this time they moved over to her inner thigh.

He began to apply a circular touch to her inner thigh… slowly bringing it upward towards her panties. Her thighs parted of their own accord… to accommodate his hand and its motion. He must be looking directly at her cotton panties now.

His hand followed its circular path up to the top of her inner thigh… and then his fingers spread apart and he rested his palm firmly there… touching the edge of her panties. Panties that must be damp… and getting damper. She was squirming… moving her pelvis up and down, but his hand pinned her to the seat limiting the movement.

He looked back at her. She had her eyes tightly closed and was biting her lower lip. Her breasts were heaving underneath his right arm.

He smiled. Then pulled his left hand away… and brought it down gently, but with pressure on top of her exposed panties. He left it there… motionless. Applying pressure… cupping her entire vulva.

She gasped… and arched her back off the seat. He leaned to the right… pushing his body weight down on her… pushing her back into the seat once more. “Shhhhh! There are people sleeping,” he whispered rather loudly.

His whole hand began to glide down and then up her panties… down and then up… his fingers sliding together as they passed down above her cotton-clad openings. She was panting now. Loudly.

“Shhhhhhh…. That’s no way to relax. Such a bad, bad girl. Such a loud, bad girl.”

He sat up… pulling both hands away. She looked at him bewildered… eyes big and round… shining.

“If we were in your apartment,” he said softly, but firmly, “I’d pull you over my knee for a spanking. But that won’t do here… not with everyone sleeping.”

“Well… never mind the punishment. We need to deal with the here-and-now,” he said.

He paused… thinking. And then he smiled as something came to mind. He reached down by his feet for his small bag and pulled it into his lap. Cari watched his every move… mesmerized. He pulled from the bag a role of his socks… and then zipped up the bag and put it back on the floor.

He held the rolled socks up before her eyes in his left hand and said: “Freshly cleaned.”

He then reached up with his right hand, underneath her jaw… and took hold. He looked into her eyes… and then gently pulled her jaw down and open. She stared at him… uncertain about what was happening. He slowly brought the sock role to her opened mouth… and began to first tuck… then gently stuff it inside… all the while checking her eyes for any sign of fear or alarm.

Never before had anyone tied her up… or gagged her… with anything. Yet here she was - thousands of feet up in the air, hurtling forward at some crazy speed in the frigid outer night air - both tied up and gagged… all by a stranger. A really hot stranger who was looking at her with a big smile.

Seeing no immediate concerns on her face, he said: “Well now you can no longer tell me to STOP, so I’ll ask you to tap your right foot on the floor repeatedly if you do want me to stop. Do you understand?”

With wide eyes looking into his, she nodded her head.

“We need to immobilize you a bit more to ensure that you don’t move about and cause a disturbance for the other sleeping passengers.” With that, he leaned across her body - pushing her into the chair with his shoulder and body weight once again. He smelled amazing. Sexy. Hot. Erotic.

“Now. Let’s resume where we left off… shall we?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. He sat up first and carefully inspected all of the nearby passengers… to ensure that there was no audience… or at least no audience members that were agitated by his activities. Seeing nothing of concern, he bent back down to his task.

His body weight held her in place. His face came down beside her’s… she could feel the scratchy bristles from his unshaven face against her cheek.

His hand returned to her panties, but now his fingers dipped under the top and slide beneath… trailing through her trimmed hair. He used the back of his left hand to pushed her panties away as his fingers came to rest under her ass and his thumb lay on her perineum… applying pressure.

His right hand then reached down… inside her lips and began a repeated slow circular motion along her vaginal opening… underneath her lips… making a wet sound from her juices.

Her eyes were wide open… staring upward at the dark cabin ceiling. Her neck was arched back… her open, gagged mouth also pointed upwards. She was sucking in air through her nose… again and again. Faster and faster.

He whispered in her ear: “You must like that……”

Like? LIKE? Her legs were rigid and thrown as wide apart as they would go. Her body shook… everywhere. Waves of pleasure were washing over her. Her heart was once more pounding thunderously in her chest.

And the she came!

Her orgasm caused her eyes to roll back in her head… and her body lifted him up… despite his weight. A long muffled moan escaped past the gag in her mouth.

And then she was done. Her body settled down… with him still atop her. He stopped moving his fingers, but left them where they were…. applying pressure. He could feel her vaginal muscles still expanding and contracting strongly.

After a few minutes, when her muscles had also settled down, he pulled himself up and off of her. His hands adjusted her panties back to their proper position.

He rested his left hand on top of her panties for a few minutes… while he nuzzled her neck gently with his scratchy cheek. Then he sat up fully and readjusted the bottom of her dress to cover her thighs.

He looked into her eyes… now with a dazed, glassy look… and smiled. Then he reached up with both hands - holding the sock with his left and her jaw with his right. With a bit of wiggling, he extracted the sock. She gasped a few times… her mouth and throat feeling dry and raspy.

He bent down over her hands… and unwound his tied necktie. He pulled it off and then added it to the bag by his feet.

He picked up her left hand and brought it up to his lips… giving it a gentle kiss… before returning it to her lap.

She faded off to sleep…

…and awoke hours later as the cabin lights came fully on and an announcement to prepare for landing came over the speakers.

Brad was sitting beside her… reading a book. He looked over at her and flashed her (another) of his amazing smiles. That smile brought back a flood of memories from the other times he had smiled at her.

She reached down under the edge of her dress. Yes indeed. Her panties were soaking wet. Brad had probably been sitting there smelling her scent the whole time that she slept. On his hands too.

He took her hand up once again… attentively holding her hand as the plane landed… and continued holding it as they taxied to the terminal… as if they were reluctant to separate from the touch.

They gathered their bags and exited the plane. He pulled her aside in the crowded terminal with people pushing past. He smiled again at her as he took her hand once more in another clasp in his. Then he pulled back… and said that he had to run to make his connecting flight to DC. And then he was gone in the crowd. . . . . She stood stunned for a moment. That’s not how it’s supposed to end. Sadness overwhelmed her suddenly. . . . But she then realized that she was holding something. In the hand that he had held was a folded piece of paper.

She unfolded it… and there was his full name… and contact information. She stared at the address. He lived two metro stops from her Tokyo apartment. 10 minutes away.

And then she saw that he had also put his return flight information. He was flying back through Chicago on his way back to Tokyo. On Friday. On her flight.

She stopped at the ticket counter… and with a bit of background explanation… managed to talk the attendant there into changing her return flight seat number. They both smiled at one another knowingly as the attendant handed her the new paper tickets.

Perhaps on Friday she’d get a proper kiss. Of course, she’d still need to find some way to relax… once the cabin lights were turned off…

…but she was confident that Brad could meet her needs….