From up here the ocean is something truly divine. It looks so big, so blue, so beautiful. A peaceful view from the plane as the sun starts to slowly set. Maria sits on the innermost seat of her row, next to the window, and stares out towards the divine. On her way toward Sydney after a year of studies, she can finally relax a bit. 

Her mind wanders forward in time, to a scene of her boyfriend picking her up from the airport. She imagines how she runs up to him in her white summer dress with a pink flower pattern tracing along her small curves. He smiles at her, but his eyes are hollow. Between his perfect teeth, blood is starting to flow and his previously fresh breath has been replaced by a treacherous stench as she is reminded of the text she received just hours before. A text from her old classmate Alexa, a long and slender redhead, told of her affair with Maria’s boyfriend.

Tears started to tease the sensitive skin of her cheek, as she is slowly brought back to the hurtful reality, and the day before valentines-day, of all days. How could he? They had been together since high school, with dreams of moving to the coast, with a beautiful villa right down by the shore. But that dream was no more than an empty promise now, a beautiful summer field turned to rot and decay.

A slight tap on her shoulder startles Maria back to reality. Her eyes look up at a middle-aged man wearing ripped jeans and a well-used t-shirt with a print of the album cover for Hotel California. He is slightly chubby with a messy beard and greying yet full hair. His piercing blue eyes stare into hers.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” His voice is barely a whisper, but it sets all of her emotions loose, and she breaks down crying. All of the pain and anger flow free in one single stream of tears.

The stranger sits there, puts his big arm around her in a comforting hug, and gently taps her back while giving words of comfort. 

“It was supposed to be us.” And she starts telling this stranger about her story, of how her boyfriend cheated on her and how he had been acting through his whole affair.

The man listens through her story, giving comforting words when she breaks down into tears and goes back to listening to her story when her eyes run dry.

As she finishes her story he gives her a comforting smile, “I think I know how you can get back at that ugly bastard.” He puts his hand on her knee in what seems like a comforting move. Or it does until he starts to trace slow circles on her inner thigh.

When he does Maria quickly looks around and stares in shock at the man’s bold move.

“What if someone notices us? And what will my boyfriend think?”

“You mean the boyfriend that cheated on you? And don’t you worry about anyone noticing, I don’t think anyone would complain about seeing you in the throes of pleasure.”

Maria’s face tenses up as his fingers confidently trace up along her inner thigh. They deftly fly up, up towards the mid-thigh high skirt, tracing towards the wet orifice at the top. As he reaches her moist pussy she lets out a small moan.

“Hush, you don’t want the rest of the plane to know what’s happening here, do you?”

She squirms around on the seat as he explores her most precious spot, dragging his fingers across her labia, across her opening, towards her clit. Her eyes fly around the plane, people sitting in their seats, some sleeping, and those who aren’t are either trying or have given up and distracted themselves with the many different activities that one can distract themselves with on a plane. She returns her field of view to the man with his fingers inside her, searching for his eyes, his attention. But he sits there, just looking at the movie in front of him. For those who don't know it looks like his bored eyes are on the verge of locking his view into a dark slumber.

A jolt of electricity shoots through her body when his fingers pinch her clit, and rub in a circular motion. Her arm flies up to her mouth stopping a gasp that for sure would have given her away if it would have escaped. It’s building up inside her, the pleasure grows into warmth, the orgasm climbing up to the edge desperate to reach the top. Just a few more touches and she will cum in her seat. But it never comes, the orgasm builds up, and almost as suddenly as he started, he stops touching her. His hand quickly moves back out of her skirt.

Her pussy throbs and aches as she falls down from her pleasure high. She turns her eyes towards him, shooting daggers at the perpetrator. He takes up his finger towards his mouth in a shushing motion and points a few rows forth. A couple of fly assistants walk down the lane with their little wagon of drinks. Maria once again blushes, realising that if he would have continued she would for sure have been caught in her bliss. 

She corrects her skirt and starts touching the screen in front of her, looking through the library of movies she could watch to kill some time before the man would hopefully continue his pleasure assault between her legs. The assistants walk past them offering drinks, both shake their heads and they continue onward. The man looks at Maria, takes up his finger towards his nose, and inhales deeply, smiling at her before putting the finger in front of her. An obvious gesture, but she quickly glances around to see if anyone is looking at them, before realising that no one is and thus starts to gently suck on his finger. It tastes of her, a sweet and tangy juice from her pleasure. He smiles at her, removes his finger, and puts his hand on her thigh. The finger she just sucked starts to rub wet circles of saliva on her inner thigh, lazily trailing back up to the warm and wet cave. 

The warm pleasure flares back the instant his fingers dive into her pussy, forcing her to grab the seat and bite her lip. Pleasure radiates through her entire being, not just from the touch of this stranger. No, there is also pleasure from the thought of being seen, pleasure from knowing that there are people around that don't know what is happening, yet if they just looked in her direction would know in an instant. And that is all it takes for her orgasm to reach the top and crash down. Her pussy clamps down on his finger, locking all blood from it. She bites down on her lip in an attempt to not scream as the pleasure overwhelms her. Finally, she is brought down from her orgasm. 

She looks at the man who gave her this peak, and just smiles and points out towards the window. The city lights like stars can be seen as the plane approaches its final destination. For the first time since she got on the plane, she felt truly free from the pain her ex-boyfriend caused. Maria looks back at the stranger and smiles.