Brett had left me to go into the bedroom about fifteen minutes ago. I’d tried searching for a movie, but I couldn’t focus on what was on the screen. The thought of him in that bed was all that had been on my mind.

I needed to be close to him even if that meant just going to the bathroom.

So, I quietly got up and moved toward the back of the plane, wondering if he was on the phone or watching TV or if there would be silence in his room.

As I got closer, we hit a patch of rough air. The plane jolted, shaking beneath me, and I rushed to the side to hold on to a seat, so I wouldn’t fall. It only lasted a few seconds, and then the turbulence was gone. But, in that time, it had been just enough movement for the door to crack open the tiniest bit and for light to seep out from the small slit.

Now, I had the perfect window to look through.

Tiptoeing, not wanting to make a sound, I positioned myself to the left of the door and quickly realized I was looking at his face. I shifted my stance, leaning more to the right, and this view was of his chest and stomach and—

I slapped my hand over my mouth to stop the noise that was about to come out.

Brett had his button-down shirt pushed up and his suit pants pulled down.

His hand was on his dick.

And he was stroking it.

God, it was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen.

I got closer to the opening to get a better view of his cock. I hadn’t seen many in my life, but his was certainly the nicest. It was long and hard, a vein running down the backside and a thick crown circling the top.

The only sound that came from the room was his fist pumping.

And it was pumping so hard.

I wanted to wrap my mouth around the tip, taking him in my throat, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I pulled back, before I dipped in again, repeating that over and over until he came.

But Brett had made it clear that he only wanted me as his client. Nothing else, nothing that included my mouth or his cock. So, for now, all I could do was watch.

Wetness began to pool in my panties as his hand moved faster, deeper, gripping his dick like it was a baseball bat. He slid to the top and covered it with his palm before twisting as he went down about halfway and rose again.

The muscles in his thighs flexed.

So did those beautiful abs.

I knew I shouldn’t be looking, but there was no way I could leave now.

Brett was getting close. I could tell because, both times I’d felt him come, he’d sped up right before he got off.

But, this time, I got to see the build, I got to see his fingers squeeze extra hard, and I got to see what pleasure looked like from his point of view.

And then I got to see him come.

Long ribbons of white shot out from the tip. I didn’t know where it landed since that was outside my small window of viewing.

But I saw the way it projected and how his muscles contracted and his knees bent.

And I heard a noise that wasn’t skin on skin. It was still quiet, surely because he didn’t want the flight attendant or myself knowing what he was doing, but it was deep and guttural. And it was a moan, one he’d made every time he fucked me.

After the last stream of cum came out, his hand stopped, and I took a step back toward the bathroom, rounding the corner and rushing to my seat.

Several seconds passed. Then, I heard the door open and another one close, and I knew he had gone into the bathroom.

I wondered what had gotten him so hard. If he had hoped I wasn’t tired and wouldn’t take the bedroom from him, so he could go in there for some privacy. I wondered if the visual in his head had been of me.

I’d never get those answers, but my mind still came up with my own conclusion—one that involved Brett’s desk, but this time, I was facing him, my legs spread across the edge, as he looked me in the eyes while he fucked me.

That thought was interrupted when my phone lit up on the table, and I saw Eve’s name on the screen.

I flipped through the movies and found one of my favorites, a love story between a maid and the president, and I wrapped myself up in my sweater.

There was a little less than four hours left of this flight, and I knew there was no way I could fall asleep now.