乱気流と誘惑

The seatbelt sign had been on for what felt like hours. Rain lashed the windows of the 777 as it bucked through another pocket of turbulence. I gripped the armrest, knuckles white, trying to breathe through the knot in my stomach. Corporate audits in London had been brutal, and now this damn flight home felt like punishment.

The cabin lights had dimmed to a soft amber glow. Most passengers were asleep under thin blankets. I glanced sideways at the man in the window seat next to me. He’d boarded late in Heathrow, tall, dark-haired, with a faint accent I couldn’t quite place. Italian? Spanish? He’d only said “excuse me” when he sat down, then slipped on noise-canceling headphones.

Another jolt rocked the plane. I gasped. His hand suddenly covered mine on the shared armrest, warm and steady.

“Hey… you okay?” His voice was low, rough like good whiskey. “Name’s Luca. You look like you’re about to rip that armrest off.”

I laughed shakily, cheeks burning. “Claire. And yeah… I hate flying. Especially when it feels like the plane’s trying to shake us apart.”

彼は手を引っ込めなかった。代わりに、親指が私の指の関節の上をゆっくりと円を描くように撫でた。その感触が背筋に火花を走らせた。神様、旅行で私はとても張り詰めていた。だから体が飢えていたかのように反応したのかもしれない。

“Tell you what,” he murmured, leaning closer so only I could hear. “Next bad bump, just focus on my voice. Distract yourself.”

The plane dropped again. I squeezed his hand hard. He leaned in until his lips almost brushed my ear.

“That’s it… breathe with me. In… and out. Good girl.”

The words hit low in my belly. I turned my head, our faces inches apart. His eyes were dark, hungry. The air between us crackled. Without thinking, I closed the gap and kissed him.

Luca didn’t hesitate. His mouth claimed mine, hot and demanding. His tongue slid against mine, tasting like the red wine he’d had with dinner. One of his hands slid into my hair, tugging just enough to make me whimper softly into his mouth.

We broke apart, breathing hard. The cabin was quiet except for the drone of engines and occasional turbulence.

“Fuck… I don’t do this,” I whispered, my pulse hammering.

“Neither do I.” His smile was wicked. “But I’ve been watching you try not to fall apart for the last hour. Want to feel something better than fear?”

His hand left my hair and drifted down, sliding under the blanket I’d draped over my lap. Fingers traced my thigh through my pencil skirt, then slipped underneath the hem. I bit my lip as he found the edge of my lace panties.

“Luca… someone might see,” I breathed, but my legs parted anyway.

“Everyone’s asleep. And the lights are low.” His fingers pushed the lace aside, stroking my already slick folds. “Shit, you’re soaked. All that stress turning into this pretty wet pussy?”

I stifled a moan as two thick fingers sank into me. The plane hit another pocket of air, and the sudden jolt drove his fingers deeper. My hips rocked instinctively. He curled them, stroking that perfect spot inside while his thumb found my swollen clit and circled it with filthy precision.

“Oh god… yes, right there,” I gasped quietly.

He leaned close again, whispering hot against my neck. “That’s it. Ride my fingers, Claire. Let me feel this tight cunt squeeze.”

I was losing control fast. The fear of flying mixed with raw lust until I couldn’t tell which made my heart race more. His free hand cupped one of my breasts through my blouse, pinching my nipple until I arched.

The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of me were hidden under the blanket and the roar of the engines, but I could hear them. Filthy. Perfect.

“I’m gonna come,” I whimpered, gripping his wrist.

“Then come for me. Let go.”

私のオーガズムは外の乱気流のように私を襲いました。私は彼の肩に顔を埋め、声を上げないように彼のシャツを噛みしめました。私の膣は彼の指をきつく締め付け、愛液が彼の手にあふれました。彼は私が震えて息も絶え絶えになるまで、震えが走るたびに私を撫で続けました。

When I finally looked up, his eyes were blazing. “My turn. Unzip me.”

My hands shook with aftershocks as I freed his cock. It was thick, heavy, the head already glistening. I wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking under the blanket.

“Faster,” he growled softly. “I want to paint that pretty hand with my cum before we land.”

I pumped him harder, twisting my wrist the way I hoped he liked. His breathing grew ragged. The plane shook again and his cock throbbed in my grip.

“Fuck, Claire… I’m close.”

I leaned over, pretending to reach for something in my bag, and took the head of his cock into my mouth for one long, wet suck. That did it.

He came with a low groan he tried to swallow, thick ropes of hot cum spilling over my fingers and onto the blanket. I milked every drop, loving the way his thighs tensed and his breath hitched.

We cleaned up as best we could with napkins and quiet laughter. The seatbelt sign finally dinged off as the turbulence eased.

Luca looked at me, eyes soft now but still heated. “When we land… let me buy you a drink. Or breakfast. Or a hotel room. Whatever you want.”

I smiled, still tasting him on my lips. “I think I’d like all three. In that order.”

The plane broke through the clouds into clear night sky. For the first time in hours, I wasn’t afraid of falling.