I could smell the perfume and hearthe swish of all the satin and nylon and I began struggling to get up. "I...it's t...too much Madge, I...I have to g.....go!" I exclaimedbreathlessly and nearly exhausted. "Lay back down now, I want you to enjoy your pretty outfit," she said butI continued to crawl off the bed. She got up and pushed me back down in aswirl of satin. "We're not done yet sweetie and you are not goinganywhere," she said as she quickly went to the bedroom door and lockedit. I. "Ok sir, enjoy the landing. Thanks for flying Southern States," she sang.The attendant deliberately let her skirt flick up her thigh as she turned in the aisle to see to the rest of her passengers.Abbot sat silently in his seat until the pain subsided enough for him to think straight. 'Fucking women! Always flirting and teasing; then they complain when a man does what comes natural!' he though to himself. 'Those bitches in the bank were as bad; tight skirts, long legs, big tits, makeup perfume. I want to gently rub his crotch without it being known that I meant to. I want him to keep shifting in his seat while he pretends to work on his laptop. When my fingers gently trace the length of his cock through his pants, he'll know I'm touching him because I want to. I want him to keep ignoring me, like he doesn't notice a random stranger is feeling him like this on a plane. I have a feeling he has a huge cock. I want to be able to slowly unzip his pants under the tray table and rub him. “This is going to take some serious thought.”I started pacing back and forth. “If I don’t fuck her, she’ll get annoyed and I don’t want to upset her. If I do, she’ll think that all fucks should be that enjoyable; and if this guy turns out to have a small dick….” I left the sentence unfinished.From the floor, Sue scoffed, “What makes you think you’re that good?”I looked down at her; “You’re proof enough for me.”She laughed, “I’m assuming that’s a compliment, you smooth talking bastard.”I felt.