I’m sorry.” She glanced down at my stretched pants as I absent-mindedly adjusted my aching cock in my trousers. “Hmm…” she stifled a giggl.... She did leave you with a hard problem, didn’t she?”“Yeah, not funny.” I stopped trying to be subtle and just put my hand in my pants to straighten my cock against my stomach. The full length and girth of my dick was outlined on my pants. The flight attendant--Kara, her name tag said--bit her lower lip but said nothing. Any sense of decorum was gone. The ceiling was high enough for there to be plenty of space between the bunks and they actually looked very roomy and comfortable, each one having curtains that could be pulled for complete privacy. Opposite the bunks was a dressing table with a recessed mirror and, over- head, a light and next to that was a single-door closet. An armchair, small built-in table with a phone on it and the end of a three-person settee filled the right hand wall. T settee and another armchair took up the full. The sudden magnetic touch of her tender and delicate hand on the seat of my sensations, the twining of the white, soft fingers about my shaft of love, my arrow of desire, together with the sweet, melting softness of her clinging lips, together with the soft compression of her thinly-clad body, strained tightly against my own, all conspired to send the blood leaping through my veins like molten fire, and in an access of passion I drew her roughly to me and plunged my finger, which was at the. ” I started to cry, and then felt absolutely humiliated for breaking down in such a vulnerable way.“Hey, shhh…come here.” He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his big, strong arms around me. “Breathe with me, Alex. Listen to my breaths; match the rhythm of my breathing. I want you to focus on that.”I held onto him, and rested my chin over his shoulder, attempting to breathe in unison with him.“In…and out…and in…and out.” His breathing was relaxed, and soothing, and after a while, my heart.