With a beep the Fasten Seatbelt sign dimmed and Miles carefully reached down to unlatch his seatbelt, making sure not to disturb the woman asleep on his lap. He looked down at her smiling, her petite body curled in her seat, rising and falling beneath the blanket with each quiet breath. Her head rested on his leg and he reached down to slowly stroke her dark brown hair. She nestled her head into his hand and shifted to gaze up at him. He could see her two doe eyes staring at him in the dark airplane cabin, her sweet face aglow with moonlight, softened by the fog on the small window. Miles caressed her face in his hand and she closed her eyes and smiled.

"Sleep well Charlotte?" he whispered.

She gave a small nod in response and yawned silently.

Miles bent down and caught her mouth in a kiss, his lips a fiery contrast to the chilly airplane atmosphere.

"Mmmm," Charlotte hummed quietly, reaching up to bury her fingers in his tousled hair.

They kissed passionately; reveling in the private silence of their back seat, hidden from the cabin's sleeping passengers.

Miles slid his hand down her face, running his fingers down her neck, slipping under the blanket and making his way down her chest. He grazed the soft neckline of her dress with his finger tips before placing his cold hand on her warm breast.

Charlotte gasped and shivered silently. Closing her eyes and brushing her lips against his as he gently caressed her breast. Miles lightly pinched her nipple, rolling the soft skin in between his fingers. The pressure sent a rush down her spine that settled into the heat building below her hips. He continued to the next breast until both stood hard and aroused. Pushing the blanket away from her chest, he created a barricade blocking her from the sight of other passengers. He pulled the top of her dress and bra down, exposing her breast to the cold air and kissed her lips before moving his mouth down to envelop her perky nipple. Swirling his tongue around it, he squeezed and tugged on it tenderly with his lips, then began to flick on it quickly with his tongue as his hand fondled her other breast. Switching places he lowered her clothing to expose her other breast and he hovered above it, breathing hot air over the sensitive skin and then continued to suck at it hungrily.

Charlotte lay still, forced to keep silent or risk discovery. Her mouth was dry from her silent moans and the only evidence she could offer him of her pleasure was her labored breathing, drowned out by the rush of air running past the airplane window, left for only him to hear. She dug her fingers into his hair and pushed his head down slightly, needing more.

Taking note of her desire, Miles sucked harder and licked faster while slowly lowering one of his hands beneath the blanket and sliding it back up Charlotte's thigh underneath her dress. She exhaled sharply when she felt his cold fingers rest on the top of her lace panties. One by one Miles slipped in his fingers and they gently trailed down the soft skin until they reached her clit, already soaked in her wetness. With his index finger, Miles rubbed it slowly, flicking it back and forth by the tip. The fire rose inside Charlotte and she turned her head away from their kiss to smother her broken breaths into his lap; the heat from her mouth warming the throbbing penis constrained in Miles's pants. His finger began to pick up speed and he rapidly brushed her clit until he could hear Charlotte release a quiet, uncontrollable moan. She loved when he did this—in private; she hated when he did it in public, it made her knees buckle and made it unbearably hard to stay silent.

Miles finally relieved her and she let out a long sigh as she felt the tickling sensation cease. He positioned his fingers lower and swirled the tip of his index finger along her wet lips before slowly slipping it inside of her, twirling it as he went. Charlotte pursed her lips as she felt the rough tip of his finger brushing against every inch of her walls; she closed her eyes when that finger was joined by his middle and ring fingers and she tilted her head back as she felt him push his three long fingers deeper into her. Miles pushed in and out of her, his hand hidden beneath the folds of the blanket, taking great pleasure in the sound of Charlotte's hushed whimpers. He increased his speed and force slightly, then suddenly changed his movements, his fingers instead lifting up and down inside of her, instead of in and out, so that they pressed against her sensitive walls. The heat rose from Charlotte's core to her face, where it settled in her cheeks and made her flush in the dim light. Her right hand slid down to rest on top of his and she pushed him urgently, needing to feel him fill her more. He readily obliged and continued to push harder and faster into her, watching delightedly as her brow furrowed, frustrated by the task of keeping silent.

Miles gazed around the silent cabin to make sure that the coast was clear and as soon as he was certain it was, he lowered Charlotte's panties and stuffed them in his backpack in front of him. Then he carefully lifted the blanket to her hips and spread her legs to expose her drenched pussy to the cold air. He kissed Charlotte sweetly on the lips and then lowered his mouth to her opening. Reaching out with his tongue he swirled around her clit, flicking it and sucking it, before replacing his tongue with his finger and playing with her. As his finger brushed against her clit, he swiped his tongue against her opening before plunging it into her wetness, thrashing it against her walls and slurping up her taste. Charlotte arched her back and laid her hands on his covered cock, rubbing it insistently.

"Miles," she gasped. "Please. No more. I need you."

Miles gave her clit one last flick before replacing the blanket and sitting up to stare at Charlotte. She lay rosy cheeked on his lap, eyes wide with desire.

He smiled, "Meet me in the bathroom."

Unwilling to wait much longer, Charlotte threw off the blanket and walked quietly past their seat to the bathroom and locked the door, waiting. After checking the cabin again, Miles sat up silently and strolled to the bathroom, giving it a quiet tap. Charlotte threw open the lock and pulled him inside.

Amused, Miles saw her already standing in her underwear, her dress neatly folded on the sink. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her, kissing him passionately. He ran his hands up and down her back before picking her up by the hips and setting her tiny frame on the sink. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled of his shirt. Meanwhile, Miles rubbed his hand under her panties, her hot liquid seeping through the lace.

"Mmm, someone's a tad wet," he teased.

"No kidding," Charlotte whispered breathily, dropping his pants onto the floor. "You have to finish what you started. It's only fair."

"Don't think I don't intend to," he said, placing kisses down her neck as he undid her bra. He took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed each nipple with his finger or his mouth, one after the other.

Charlotte leaned her head back against the mirror and reached down to fondle his hard dick. She wrapped her small hands around it, working it back and forth slowly. Miles stopped sucking at her breast, interrupted by the sudden pleasure.

"Alright, that's it," he whispered huskily and retrieved the condom from his back pocket.

Charlotte quickly ripped it open as he pulled down her panties and tossed them on the corner of the sink. She quickly lowered the condom down his cock and as soon as it was completely on she wrapped her arms around his neck again and kissed him. Miles grabbed her hips and lowered her slowly onto his erect dick as she moaned into his mouth, feeling him enter her inch by inch. When she reached the base, Miles began to thrust in and out of her, starting slow to establish his balance. Charlotte squeezed him in between her legs tighter, forcing him deeper.

"Fuck me harder," she whispered in between pants.

"What do you want?" he teased.

"Please! I want you to fuck me harder," she groaned, his throbbing cock pounding against her walls, sending flashes of heat up and down her body.

Miles inhaled and thrust into her with all the force he could muster, quickly gaining momentum. He picked her up off the sink and turned around to rest her against the wall, slamming his dick inside of her, the sensation of her tight pussy clenching around him making it difficult to stand.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned as he thrust in and out of her.

"Mmm, more!" she moaned, kissing the sides of his face, her body clinging tightly to his.

As he fucked her, she could feel the head of his dick hammering against the back of her pussy, until suddenly he struck a sensitive nerve, buried deep in the back of her walls.

"Ohhhh," she whimpered fervently. "Again! Harder! It felt so good!"

Miles pulled back and thrust again, deep and hard. Charlotte let out a loud moan.

"There baby?" he asked thrusting hard in the same spot again.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Oh, fuck me! Harder!" She felt him push against the same spot again and she felt her legs and muscles begin to shake.

Miles could feel her climax growing and as he thrust deep into her he could feel the rush of heat shooting through him. "I'm about to come," he whispered to her. "Just hold on a little longer."

Charlotte moaned as he thrust into her again and again, his movements fast and powerful. Then suddenly Miles pulled back and made a final stroke into her, hitting her same sensitive nerve as he erupted warm cum into the condom.

He groaned and leaned against Charlotte's body, panting into her shoulder, kissing her smooth skin. She hung limp around his neck and his waist, kissing his dewy forehead.

"Mmm," she whispered in his ear. "That was so wonderful."

Miles looked up at her and smiled, gently placing her back onto the ground. Silently they slipped on their clothes and tiptoed quietly to their seats. Charlotte slept leaning against the wall, Miles asleep against her chest, wrapped in her arms.