Fuck...

That really looks like...

No, I can't be that lucky...

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I had already stuck gold that day.

I arrived at Heathrow in a rush. Traffic had delayed my arrival at the airport so I was pleased to get to check-in with moments to spare.

The lady behind the desk flashed a smile as she greeted me - she was in her mid thirties, everything about her was neat and tidy. Her blonde hair was scraped into an immaculate ponytail and her uniform fitted like a glove to her perfect figure.

I handed my passport over to her, and as she entered my details into the computer she nodded her head knowingly. As she was typing away on her keyboard, she asked me "Window or aisle sir?"

"I always prefer an aisle seat", I responded.

"I'm afraid economy is full sir, so I'm able to upgrade you to a business class seat today", she said.

That explained her little nod.

"Wow! Thanks very much", I exclaimed as she handed my boarding pass to me. The flight to LA is long so travelling in comfort was very welcome.

"Boarding will start shortly so I recommend you head straight to the gate", she said.

"Thank you so much!" I said as I headed to security.

Boarding commenced as soon as I reached the gate. I boarded straight away and went to my seat.

I was the first passenger to sit in the business class cabin and as I looked around I was relieved to have caught a break.

I had meetings as soon as I got to LA so the chance to relax in comfort was great. The cabin had seats which gave each other and convert into flat beds. Facing a neighbouring passenger can be a blessing or a curse depending on who they are. I remember vividly sitting next to a very cocky DJ once, who managed to soak me with red wine while he told me how great he was. How I would love to avoid someone like HIM today.

Slowly but surely the plane filled up. Most passengers headed off past me to their seats in economy, mostly looking like holidaymakers. The passengers taking business class seats slowly filled the cabin until the only empty seat was the one next to me.

Well, I thought, it's not a cocky DJ, I have even more space to myself.

Thinking the last passenger had boarded I started reading my book.

Then I felt a tap on my knee.

"Excuse me, would you mind?" a voice said. It was the voice of a young American woman.

She was asking me to make space for her to reach the window seat - the empty one next to me. I felt a moment of disappointment as I realised I'd have to give up that extra bit of space. I couldn't really complain though, I was grateful not to be wedged in economy. I moved my feet and tidied up the floor around my seat to let her past. I didn't look up as she passed me, but it was impossible not to notice her boots. They were white snakeskin, with a two inch heel, worn over her black leggings.

Well, I thought, she's got style alright, as I let her pass and went back to my book.

As she landed in her seat facing me I heard her say "Thank you so much" to me.

"No problem" I replied, as I turned the page in my book.

The plane taxied out to the runway. As we were ready to depart I put my book down in readiness for the lights to go out and the thrust to push me back in to my seat.

I glanced to my left in the direction of my younger snakeskin-booted neighbour.

'Fuck' I thought.

That really looks like...

I can't be that lucky...

The lights went out.

As I was being pushed back in to my seat I tried to process the vision I had seen next to me.

She had long brown hair. On top of her head she was wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses which pulled her hair back from her face.

She had the most beautiful brown eyes.

Between her lightly hollow cheeks was a a remarkable, naturally pouting mouth, slick and shiny with lip gloss.

She wore a white cropped loose fitting vest top, which her breasts had tented beautifully.

Her taut stomach was visible beneath her safety belt, bounded by low cut black leggings.

Around her neck she had wrapped a delicate silk scarf in a beautiful teal green.

Kendall

Kendall Jenner

Kendall

Fucking

Jenner

Sitting next to me on a plane.

Was I mistaken?

I hoped not!

The lights came back on in the cabin. My eyes readjusted to the light. I didn't want to appear to be to leery, so I picked my book up and turned to the page where i'd left off.

I stole a glance at her over the top of my book.

She was wearing earphones and scrolling on her phone - choosing some music was my guess.

My eyes were drawn back to her chest. The aircraft cooling system was working well and I could see that it has stiffened her nipples which were standing proud through her top. Kendall Jenner next to me, braless. Definitely my lucky day!

I must have held my gaze for a beat too long. She looked up and caught my eye. I hurriedly diverted my eyes back to my book.

Shit.

She's spotted me leering at her, I thought. I looked up again just as she reached over to me, and tapped me on the knee again.

She pulled one ear bud out and cocked her head to one side. Smiling at me she asked "Excuse me, do you have any water? I boarded in such a hurry and I'm parched!"

"Of course, ah, sure, yep, ah no problem", I replied, nervously. I was embarrassed at being spotted looking at her so rather than look back up at her I went straight to my bag to find my water bottle.

For a moment I wondered why she'd asked. Everyone in business class has a water bottle left on their seat. In her rush to board maybe she hadn't spotted it.

That thought was fleeing as I reached into my bag. As I went to pass the bottle to her, her hand was outstretched towards me, and I instinctively took it in mine to shake it.

"What's your name?" She asked, her head now cocked to the other side.

"Ah, er, Adam", I replied, still consumed with nerves and embarrassment.

She let go of my hand and I passed the bottle to her.

"Hello Adam, I'm Emily", she said.

I looked up at her face.

I had been such an idiot.

How could I have been so stupid? I guess I'd been looking at Kendall's social media to help fuel my sexual fantasies a little too much recently. I had only had the briefest glimpse at her face before the lights went out at take-off. It had been enough to trigger a fantasy, but the reality was about to get better.

I had a fleeting moment of disappointment as my Kendall fantasy fell away.

Emily.

I held her gaze a moment longer.

This wasn't Kendall Jenner.

It was Emily.

Emily Ratajkowski.

I took a moment to cast my eyes over her again. There was no doubt now. This was Emily alright. The clues were all there. The pout of her mouth was unmistakable, and her deep brown eyes and natural brows have graced too many of the Instagram posts that I care to admit to admiring. Kendall has a special place in my imagination, but Emily is in a different class. Without a doubt, Emily has the most perfect body to grace any woman.

"Nice to meet you Emily", I said, managing to finally smile back at her.

She removed the lid from the bottle and began to drink from it. Her full, glossy lips were wrapped around the top of the bottle and as she consumed the cool water, she began to tilt her head back. She closed her eyes, and I admired her slender neck which was stretching, the scarf no longer hiding it from view.

She breathed in, which, combined with tipping her head back, drew her vest top upwards to reveal the slightest hint of tanned teardrop breasts at its hem. The stretchy fabric was pulling at her nipples as it moved up her frame, stiffening them a little more. I thought I heard her catch her breath for a moment.

Emily Ratajkowski next to me, braless.

Kill me now!

She brought the bottle back down. She'd drunk about half the contents. She offered it back to me with a smile and a thank you. Much as I would love to put my lips where Emily's had just been, I just raised my hand and smiled.

"Keep it" I said.

"You know", I said, "you should ask the cabin crew to give you a bottle. They normally leave one for everyone."

Emily looked at me and raised one of those unmistakable eyebrows, shifted her weight to the left and reached underneath her with her right hand.

"Hah!" she said. "So they do", as she held up a bottle she'd been sitting on.

"I wondered why this seat was so uncomfortable", she said with a blush and handed the unopened bottle to me.

Then she held up her hand and smiled - "Keep it". She started to laugh as she said it.

Still embarrassed by my failure to recognise her, I was too nervous to continue talking to her. She'd put her headphones back on, and reclined in her seat. I went back to reading my book.

The meal service took place soon after. I found myself unable to stop glancing at Emily as she ate. Her face was a study in beauty. If she was wearing make up it was impossible to tell. Her flawless olive complexion was accentuated by those deep brown eyes. The only sign of make up was lip gloss, and even that was clear. I could only imagine the feel of those wonderfully soft lips against my own, or against other sensitive areas.

I watched her as she leaned forward and ate a mouthful of salad. For the first time I could smell her perfume. She glanced my way and smiled. This was all going into the bank. No fantasy was going to beat this for satisfying my urges!

Soon the cabin lights went out so we all had the opportunity to sleep. Sleeping on planes is an art form and not everyone succeeds. People have their own techniques to help them to sleep and I'm no exception. I reclined my seat and carried on reading, listening to some relaxing tunes to help me drift off.

Alongside me Emily had moved her seat into the flat bed position, removed her boots, and closed her eyes. Her earphones were still in her ears, and I could she was tapping her foot.

Emily's technique is letting her down today, I thought.

She was fidgety. Even though a flat bed on a plane is great, the noise and the pressurised cabin can make getting comfortable difficult.

Eventually she began to settle, but she hadn't fallen asleep, that's was for sure. She was still wiggling but it was more rhythmic. I glanced across. Her right hand had disappeared beneath the waistband of her leggings. I could see her fingers bulging the fabric where her slender thighs met.

In the faint glow of my reading light I could see the shimmering sheer of the legging fabric moving slowly where her hand was stretching it.

Emily Ratajkowski is next to on a plane, masturbating.

I had already had a couple of episodes of stiffening in my trousers, but now I was fully hard as I took in the scene. Emily was beginning to squirm a little in her bed, her hips beginning to rock gently from side to side and her knees bending to the rhythm.

Her left hand had been resting on her bare, browned and toned tummy, but as I looked it began to creep up beneath her vest top. I could see her pressing down on her nipple with her thumb, all the while rocking back and forth slowly. Her chest began heaving up and down more forcefully.

As an event to fuel my own masturbatory imagination this was unbeatable, but I realised that I could involve more of my senses.

I took my headphones off.

As Emily's chest was heaving up and down I could hear her breathing hard. Her lips, held together, almost glued together with shiny lip gloss, parted. Watching them separate while the glossy goo tried to keep them together was very sexy.

Her panting became harder still and I could hear her gentle moans. Loud enough for me to hear, but passengers further away would be unaware. Unaware that this perfect woman was pleasuring herself within feet of them.

Emily's hips began to rock with more urgency as her hand went to work under her leggings. Eventually she stiffened and a deep sigh left her mouth as her fingers accelerated her through her orgasm.

I had been transfixed by watching this beautiful woman, uninhibited in her actions, did what she needed to do to. As her hand slowed and she began to drift into bliss, I became conscious that my own hand was on Emily's side of the divider gently stroking her calf through her leggings.

Emily, her eyes closed, brought her hands together around her scarf, like she was cuddling her favourite teddy bear..

I was mortified that I was stroking her like that! I slowly stopped and drew my hand back as I watched Emily's face.

Her eyes opened for a moment, and as a half smile came across her face she winked at me, before closing her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

My own sleep was a little fitful after what I'd witnessed.

The remainder of the flight passed uneventfully and we finally touched down at LA airport.

'Doors to manual and cross-check' came the call over the tannoy - everyone's cue to unbuckle their seat belts and disembark.

Emily was packed up and ready to leave - she stood up with her tote over her shoulder while I was still repacking my bag.

"Adam, would you mind?" She said, looking down at my legs which were blocking her exit.

"Sure," I said, smiling back at her, and I stood up to let her pass. My shyness and embarrassment had passed. She shook my hand again and said "It was great meeting you" as she brushed past me. Her scent had filled my senses and got me hard again, and I was momentarily embarrassed again as she felt my obvious arousal as her gently swaying hips passed me and stroked my groin.

"The pleasure was all mine," I replied. As she walked along the aisle she looked back at me and winked, with a big smile across her face.

Goodness me, I thought. That was a remarkable flight. Sitting next to a beautiful celebrity who got her rocks off.

I sat back down and continued to pack my bag.

Something caught my eye to my left. Emily's blanket was on the floor. I could see a tiny patch of green fabric beneath it.

I picked the blanket up and there was Emily's scarf. She had already left the aircraft so I couldn't return it to her. Should I leave it for the airline lost and found to deal with?

Not likely! This would make the perfect souvenir of my trip.

I picked up the scarf. It was scrunched up already so I quickly stuffed it into my bag.

I stood up and walked along the aisle to the exit, thanking the cabin crew as I went. On the way to the baggage hall I stopped for a pit stop at one of the toilets in the concourse.

I entered one of the cubicles and locked the door behind me.

I dropped my trousers and sat on the toilet seat.

My erection from my close encounter with Emily hadn't subsided, and I wondered for a moment if I should take care of it while reliving the events of the flight just gone.

I reached in to my bag and removed Emily's scarf. Conscious that I was alone, and remembering that her freshly fucked fingers had been wrapped around it I shook it open. I had intended to get an appreciation of her natural scent along with her alluring perfume.

As the scarf billowed out I saw something flutter from it to the floor.

It was a small card.

I picked it up. Indeed it looked like a business card. Faced by the blank side I turned it over.

There were two lines of text written in a modern stylish type.

The top line was simply Emily's Twitter handle.

Beneath it was a phone number. My jaw dropped and my cock got a little bit harder.