Traveling Blowjob

My name is Chris. When I was 16 years old, I went on a summer vacation to France. France was nice and all, but the thing that I really can’t seem to forget was the plane…

My two cousins, Ricky and Nick, and I had been at the airport for almost 4 hours. We had gotten there early, and our flight had also been delayed. We, along with all the other people who were supposed to get on our plane, were sitting in the seats near Gate B26. It was around 8:00 PM now and it was starting to get dark outside. I had been looking at this girl across from us for what seemed like hours now. I figured her to be around my age. She had brown hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. She had on a pair of tight jeans which looked nice but couldn’t reveal anything while she was sitting. Her pink tank top showed her really nice tits, and ended short, showing an athletic stomach with a belly-ring. I wanted so badly to go over and talk to her, but this one damn kid was in the seat near her and she was sitting at the end of the row. At around 8:30, the kid got up to go to the bathroom, and I made my move. Walking over to her and sitting down, I smiled at her.

“Hi,” I said, politely shaking her hand. “I’m Chris.”

“I’m Jessica,” she replied. “So, this delay really sucks, huh?”

We started talking. I learned that she lived in a town near mine in Boston, and that she was 17 years old. I got around to asking her if she had a boyfriend, to which she replied with an indignant “No”, explaining to me that her last boyfriend had cheated on her and was such a jerk.

“God, how could someone cheat on you? I mean, why would you?!” I remember saying.

She smiled at me. “So I think you kinda like me,” she teased.

“Lil bit more than ‘kinda’”, I said laughing. I continued to make her feel better, clearly seeing that she was still hurt by her last relationship.

That’s when we heard the call for us to start boarding the plane. Everyone started to get up, and I started saying bye to her. She grabbed my hand as I got up and said quietly, “Chris, I think I kinda like you too. Go to the bathroom at 10:00, kay? Bye,” and with that she got up, kissed me on the cheek, and walked away. My mouth hung open. What did she mean by “go to the bathroom”? Was she going to be there? What was I getting here? As me and my cousins walked on, I was really excited and having a hard time keeping my dick down.