I was on my way to my new military duty station in Korea and was stuck on a LONG international flight with nothing to do…or so I thought. Just a few minutes before the stewardesses shut the door, a very attractive brunnette boarded. She caught my eye right away, because the flight was fairly empty and I was busy people watching. She was wearing this nice little button down top that stopped just above her skirt. It clung just right. Her skirt was loose fitting and fell to just above her knees. I got a bit excited when she checked her ticket and parked her purse in the seat next to me and then reached to stow a small carry-on bag in the overhead bin just above me (and as she reached up bared a fair amount of well-tanned and shapely midriff). We made a little small talk until after the stewardesses served drinks, and then the lights were dimmed so that people could catch some sleep. Neither of us was tired, so we kept talking. Somehow the conversation turned to daring things we had done and I asked her the most daring place she had ever had sex. She said she’d never had sex anyplace interesting, but was interested in trying. I was trying to decide if that was a come-on or not when she undid the top two buttons of her blouse. I glanced around to make sure we were alone and then grabbed the blanket and put it over us. I hardly had it in place when I felt her hand undoing my fly. I slid my hand up her blouse and found that she quite conveniently was wearing a front-hook bra and it only took me a few moments to unhook it. She did away with almost all pretense at that point and slipped the bra completely off with that trick women manage somehow and she dropped it to the floor between our seats. I bgan working her breasts over and found them to be magnificent. About that time her hand slid into my jeans and she grabbed hold of my rapidly hardening self. Her hand wandered down and cupped my sack which sent shivers up my spine (nothing like a woman’s fingernails carressing your scrotum to get you in the mood). After several minutes of petting (I soon added her rather skimpy panties to the bra on the floor) she glanced around and whispered that we were probably the only people still awake. With that she jerked my pants down to my knees (and with a little wriggling on my part I got them down to my ankles). She climbed into my lap and straddled me, her tits were barely contained by her half unbuttoned blouse and were right in my face. She hiked her skirt up, revealing a well tended patch of hair, reached down and grabbed my dick and slid it right into her. She began working her hips in an very talented manner and in no time I shot my wad (and my toes curled so hard I thought my feet would cramp), but she showed me no mercy and kept at it for quite some time. Based on the sounds she was making I’m guessing she got three good orgasms out of the deal. By the time she couldn’t take it anymore, I was starting to harden up again, so she slid off my lap onto the floor and buried her face in my lap and gave me head like I’ve never had before. Moments later we were trying to discreetly get dressed properly again and hoping we hadn’t been seen (and I was pretty darn sure we’d pulled it off). I helped her get back into her bra and blouse first as that was probably the most visible evidence that we’d been up to something. We hadn’t gotten any farther than that when one of the stewardesses walked by. She dropped a handful of Handi-wipes onto the blanket that was covering us (my pants were still around my ankles and her skirt still hiked up around her waist) and she whispered to us that she thought we might need them to clean up a little. So much for being discreet. As we deboarded the plane in Seoul, that same stewardess was the one seeing us off the plane and she shook our hands as we left, deftly slipping a pair of wings into our hands. In the airport, we kissed goodbye and never saw each other again. Kris, wherever you are out there, I’ll never forget it (and I still have the panties you slipped into my carry-on when I wasn’t looking).