Introduction

This is a counterpart story. The original story is told from the viewpoint of the girl, where this one is told by the man sitting next to her. I believe I have taken adequate measures to ensure there are no glaring discrepancies between the two accounts. I certainly don't remember seeing anyone else telling their stories this way, so we'll see if it generates any interest.

If you are looking for explicit content with fucking and sucking and no spoken words over four letters, don't waste your time here.

His Story

It was my lucky day, I could already tell. I was just parking at the airport when I heard the call over the scanner. The police had finally put everything together, and were scrambling to the hit site to catch the killer ... so sorry, too late, been there, done that.

I clipped the scanner onto my belt, and headed into the airport, my luggage had been checked just over an hour ago, and my flight would be boarding in about five minutes. As I walked into the terminal, I headed for my gate listening to the laughable description given by an "eye witness" through the ear phones.

Apparently three young hispanics had been spotted in the area, and a search went out for them. I could have saved them the trouble. Someone would find them in a couple of days when the smell became a problem. Meanwhile, it happened to give me plenty of time to make a quiet exit from the city.

My luck was still with me at the security checkpoint (supplied by a texan with a big buckle), and the gate where boarding for my seat was called just as I walked up to the line.

Let me say here, I use luck whenever I can. I don't depend on it, I just use it as a general indicator. When I am in the middle of a bad luck streak, I stay serious, and the death toll tends to include some innocents who would otherwise have lived. When I have good luck, I relax a little more. I actually let myself have a little fun. I am never careless, mind you, I just worry a little less.

As I finally got to my aisle seat, I placed my scanner in the overhead and sat down, pulling out the in-flight magazine, and flipping through it. I was keeping half an eye on the other people boarding the plane, looking for some indication of official status (cops, feds, etc.). Believe it or not, these people also travel on business or vacation. I didn't spot any, and started to relax a little.

A young girl stepped in front of me, heading for the window seat to my left. She was facing me, and any experienced traveller knows that is the wrong way. Her feet suddenly went out from under her as she slipped, and literally fell into my lap. I could feel her crotch under her miniskirt through the thin material of my slacks, but she had put her hand out to catch herself, and I ended up with a straight shot down her blouse as well. She couldn't have been more than thirteen from the size of her small bare breasts. I have a trained photographic memory, so it only took a split second for the amazing view to be indellibly stored for later recall.

Between stepping in front of me and finally gaining her seat, it took about five seconds, but it was one of the most memorable five seconds in my life. My luck was certainly on a roll today.

"Sorry", she apologized.

"That's alright", I replied as if it were an everyday occurrence.

As I saw her bend down to place her bag under the sat in front of her, I realized that my excitement was starting to show. I retrieved a blanket from the overhead and placed it on my lap. I leaned back and closed my eyes, going over the details of the hit, and all the fallback paths I had currently available. I always do this when I am in a vulnerable position, and boxed into a plane on the ground in the city I just hit someone in: that's about as vulnerable as it gets (hopefully).

As the plane levelled off a bit from takeoff, my thoughts were interrupted by a young voice. "Could you get me a pillow please?", she asked with a warm smile.

"Sure", I said, dropping the blanket onto my chair as I retrieved a pillow for her, "There you go."

"Thank you", she said, bestowing yet another bright smile.

Great. I got a twelve year old girl with a crush on me. Well, I'd see how my luck was running when we landed. I might just have to get rid of her. I'd hate to do it, but some things just have to be done.

She started settling herself against the window for a nap, no little glances or any of those other moves little girls with crushes use to get attention. Maybe my impression was wrong. Maybe she was just a happy little girl. I hoped so.

I heard her sigh. She sat up and unhooked her seatbelt, letting out an inch or so before refastening it. This time, as she leaned over against the wall, I happened to notice a flash of pale skin. Her skirt was so short, that between sitting and leaning, I could see a couple inches of her naked thigh all the way back to her white cotton panties.

Now I was really glad I had the blanket in my lap. I eased one hand underneath and adjusted myself to a more comfortable position.

Being what I am, I am very conscious of things like view angles and obstructions. I noticed, for instance, that my own leg blocked this wonderful view from anyone else on the plane as long as the stewardess didn't lean over me. So I took a good look at her, noticing the relaxed muscles just under the tan skin showing what great shape she was in. I wordered what it would be like to run my hands over those thighs after her workout, feeling the muscles quivering with exhaustion, her hot blood pumping brutally through them.

DING. The seatbelt sign went off, and I really wanted to head back for the lavatory (for obvious reasons). I saw her stir, however, and sit up sleepily.

"Could I have some of that blanket? My legs are cold."

"Sure. Here you go.", I said, unfolding the blanket and handed her most of it.

"Thanks." She snuggled up under the blanket, grabbing my hand and lacing her fingers through mine before resuming her former position against the wall.

Shit. I had never been in this kind of situation before. Don't get me wrong. I've held a girl's hand many a time while she slept, aged anywhere from a week to a century. But never had I been confused about it. All those times, I knew where I stood. Here, I had no clue. What kind of girl holds onto a stranger's hand while she sleeps? Unless she's incredibly innocent or mentally incompetent, she's in love. Since the first was a virtual impossibility, and the second equally unlikely from what little she said, I started planning exactly how I would get rid of this little problem.

I felt her move her hand into her lap, still under the covers. Of course, I still had my fingers interlaced with hers, and the back of my hand ended up resting on her bare thighs. A second later, her hand moved again, her fingers finally freeing themselves from mine, and moving up under her pillow, leaving my hand where it was, and resettling herself in her seat briefly.

I never said I didn't trust my luck. There are times when it's just too good to miss. This had to be one of them. I waited about five minutes, formulating a plan of attack, and several outs. I raised my hand, and placed it lightly, palm down at the very top of her thigh. I felt muscles tense, and heard her breathing falter briefly, so I knew she was awake now.

I held my breath as I waited for her reaction. She resettled herself on the seat again, opening her thighs a little more! I didn't waste an open invitation like that, of course, and slid my hand up to her panties as she pretended to remain asleep.

I ran my finger lightly over the center of her panties, feeling the heat radiating from them ... and a small wet spot further down. That's what I was really looking for: proof that I wasn't imagining things, that she was awake and turned on by what I was doing. I went slowly, carefully, letting her get used to my finger outside her panties. I rubbed lightly up and down, not masturbating her yet, just touching her where she shouldn't let me.

I slowly moved the area of my carresses toward the top of her panties, making sure my wrist did all the work, and my arm stayed immobile where it left the seclusion of the blanket. As I moved off her panties to the bare skin above, I could feel her breathing quicken. that told me as sure as anything what she expected next. She still made no move, letting me move downward, slipping my fingers under her panties.

I won't say this was the first time I had my hand on a pussy this young, but the last time I did, I had been only a few years older myself. I am not a child molester by nature, usually being quite protective of those not yet old enough to defend themselves, especially young girls. Somehow, this felt different.

As I started moving my finger up and down her hairless slit, moving a little lower each time, I was careful to stay only on the surface, giving her a naughty feeling, rather than erotic. I had my fingers down about as far as I intended when her thighs suddenly closed, trapping my hand in the wonderful grip of naked flesh.

Still "asleep", she leaned away from the wall, and against my shoulder, wrapping her arms around mine and innocently hugging it to her. From the outside, it looked like my daughter was leaned up against me sleeping. Lower down, however, I felt a very erect little nipple press through her thin blouse into the bare skin of my arm. As I looked down, I saw her open her eyes. I hadn't thought she would actually allow herself to "wake up". That meant one of two things. She wanted to blackmail me, or she was about to make a nasty scene. I thought quickly through my options.

"Was I out long?" She looked up into my eyes and smiled warmly.

One of her hands slid down my bare arm to my fingers lodged inside her panties, and pressed one of them all the way between, dragging it slowly up, past her erect clit, and out of her panties. I figured that would be it until she pushed my hand back down between her legs, and started using it to rub her panties back up into her slit.

I knew, though, why she wanted my hand outside her panties. When she had pushed my finger inside, and started dragging it upwards, I had felt that telltale bit of skin still intact. She was a virgin! As long as I kept that wad of cloth between my probing finger and her treasure, she felt safe from its loss.

I felt her thighs close again, once more trapping my hand against that wonderful bare skin. She pulled out the hand she had used to maneuver mine, and crooked a glistening finger at me. As I bent toward her, she gave me a mischevous smile and said, "Kiss it and make it better, Daddy?"

I bent lower and gave the finger a light kiss. "That better, Honey?", I asked innocently as I licked my lips. Just the smell of that finger there in front of my face, let alone the taste! This obviously wasn't the first time she had done this.

"I love you Daddy", she smiled as she again hugged my arm close against her, at the same time, placing her right foot up on the seat under her left knee, opening her thighs a spacious amount. I assumed she wanted some real attention now, and got to work giving her a reason to keep quiet.

"Have you ever done this before?", she asked quietly.

Was she asking if I molested children on a regular basis? Of course not, but I couldn't be too convincing with my fingers where they were.

She said, "I mean played with someone you don't really know."

Well, that's a different matter. I thought of all the one night stands and whores, and softly replied, "Well, I guess I have, but never someone as pretty as you." Yeah, I know. Worst line I could have pulled out. That's the reason I said it. I wanted her to know that I knew this was a game now, and was willing to play by the rules ... whatever those were.

"And how about you?", the obvious reply.

"Lots of times. That's how I know just how to do it. I was never really asleep, you know."

"I guess I kinda figured that one out, no genius required there.", I smiled, "Just how far do you play this game?"

"For you, I was planning on letting you finish what you're doing now while I tell you some of my stories. That sound good?" I nodded as she leaned closer and whispered, "Then I'm going to give you my panties and you can take them to the lavatory if you want. It's not really fair, but it's the safest way to play the game in an airplane."

GULP! I started working on getting those panties well soaked, then thought of something. "I hope you know how to keep quiet when it happens. I wouldn't want the people behind us asking if you're OK because you're panting, let alone anything else."

"Oh, I can be really quiet. The little orgasms are easy to handle. It's the big ones that can be a little loud. And you don't get those from fingers.", she giggled.

At this point, I suddenly realized just how effective her tactics had been, putting me in a defensive position, but not scaring me. Then it hit me.

"You ..."

"What?", she looked confused, almost scared. I had obviously jumped past her well planned schedule.

"You did that on purpose", I smiled.

"What?", she looked even more confused.

"That little slip getting on the plane."

She smiled, once again on familiar ground. "Not only that, so was catching my skirt in the seatbelt."

I noticed my mouth had fallen open at that, and thought back. Yes, now that I looked back on it, it was pretty obvious that's what had happened. I hadn't been looking for the cause of that wonderful view, but she had an obvious and purely reasonable explanation available for anyone who thought to question it. I started to grin, "All that for a game?"

"This isn't just any game. What do you get if you win Monopoly?"

"I see your point", I replied, wondering just where this game had led this charming young girl in her travels. I wondered if I could arrange a little reunion while she was in town. Probably best to let her go her way, and I would join an ever-increasing group of very lucky men who had the chance to "Fly the Friendly Skies".

My attention was suddenly usurped by a brutal grip on my arm, and the sensation of fingers being crushed between two spasming thighs. I looked over and saw my "daughter" flushed from what felt to me like a pretty hard orgasm. "Well, I guess you do know how to handle it. If my arm hadn't had its circulation cut off, and my fingers crushed, I wouldn't have even known. I'd have figured you were finding out how long you could hold your breath."

"Thanks, that was a nice one", she sighed as she caught her breath. I saw her slide back in the seat, and bend down for her bag. As she came up, my sharp eye caught a brief flash of white material wadded up in her hand. Wow, she had this down to an art! She had taken off her panties right in front of me and I hadn't even noticed ... and I even knew it was coming!

She fooled around in her bag for a few seconds before bringing out a small shiny black cardboard box, the kind that some stores use for perfume, chocolates, shaving kits, whatever. She handed me the box and said, "We should freshen up before they turn on the seatbelt sign."

"Good idea", I smiled, playing along and glancing at my watch, "We should be landing in about half an hour." I took the box and saunterted back toward the lavatories in the back of the plane. I held the box in front of me down the narrow aisle, obscuring my bulge, but not being obvious about it.

I got to the stall, and locked the door. I opened the box a crack and took a brief sniff. Mmmm. Not only were the panties soaked, and smelling good enough to eat, the box smelled like the same little-girl perfume she was wearing today. She really had planned this down to the last detail. Little did I know.

I pulled down my pants after grabbing a couple of kleenexes from the dispenser, then prepared to get some relief myself. I placed the box on the counter. I certainly wouldn't need it for the first one. It took me almost 20 seconds before I blew my first load. I tossed the used kleenex into the proper receptacle, and started on my second.

I brought my left hand up to my nose, and sniffed the sticky fingers, licking them one by one, losing a second load just as I ran out of fingers. I figured the panties were good for one more go, and that would do me for a while.

I opened the box, and saw a piece of parchment flutter out onto the floor. It looked like the guide to a box of chocolates, you know, this shape is coconut, that one is strawberry cream. I picked it up and looked at it, curious what was in the box before.

I burst out laughing. It's been a long time since I laughed that hard. The title at the top read, "How to care for your dirty panties". Below it was a set of serious instructions about preserving the taste and smell intact for long term enjoyment!

Once I got my breath back, I pulled out the panties. I wasn't really in the mood any more, but I wanted to smell and taste them while they were still fresh. As I did, I saw something drop back down into the box. I wondered what other suprises were in store, and looked into the box. I have no idea how such a young girl, no matter how much experience she might have, could come up with a collection like this!

What had fallen back into the box had been a ziplock bag. Under that, I found seven pink kleenexes, each printed with a different day of the week. Under those, there was a 5x8 inch magnetic picture frame, one of those cheap plastic ones. The picture inside was unreal. There was the same girl, looking a bit younger, totally nude, hugging a black lab as big as she was. The kicker was, there was about eight inches of hard, pink dog dick sticking up from between his legs.

On the very bottom of the box, was a small booklet with literally a plain brown wrapper as a cover. There was no title or notation of any kind. Inside, however, was a story that started out much the same as our encounter must have. I wanted to save everything for later, when I could really enjoy it at my leisure, so I folded the panties into the baggie, placed everything back into the box, and quickly freshened up, including washing my hands. I reached up under my shirt in back, and pulled a bundle out of my emergency cash, and placed it in the box before I left.

As I headed back to our seats, I immediately noticed the bag under the seat in front of mine. That is not an optional talent in my line, unexpected bags often contain nasty things like bombs, wires or recording equipment. In this case, however, I knew better. I bent down and pulled out a notepad, and tore off a blank sheet, quickly penning a note. I slipped the note into the bundle, and shoved it down into the bottom of the bag, zipping it back up.

It wasn't long before I heard soft footsteps coming up the aisle behind me. I stood up so she could get in, probably grinning like a fool. As she slipped into her seat, I asked, "You want me to put that in your bag for you?"

The look on her face was pure disbelief. Then she recovered and sat back smiling happily. "Yeah, thanks", she said handing me her kit. I sat down and reached down for her bag. As I retrieved it, I glanced up and to my left where she was sitting. Sure enough, not two feet from my melting tongue, was the most delicious looking pussy I have ever seen, spread just enough to tease me with what was contained within.

I straightened up with the bag in my lap, placing her kit inside. "I thought that was it", I grinned quietly. She actually looked pleased that someone had seen one of her moves coming. I placed the bag back under the seat, this time being treated to a little more as her right foot was tucked up against the inside of her left knee.

We buckled up and talked easily about a number of things, and I was about to bring up the subject myself when she leaned close to me and got a serious look on her face, "Could I ask you a favor?"

"Sure. You can always ask."

"I don't mind if you tell your friends about what we did, really, but please don't describe me to them. At least not what I really look like, you get my drift?"

I looked down at her. I knew she was using one of her looks, but it worked anyway. I would have done just about anything she asked at that point. "Of course. And if you could return the favor, I would really appreciate it. Maybe something in latino?"

She giggled at that, "I don't know about that. I'm sure I've seen a senator that looks just like you."

I leaned over and gave her a brief kiss on the lips.

I got yet another good look after landing as I retrieved her bag from under the seat in front of me, then let her in line in front of me before retrieving the scanner and resuming my anonymous persona.