Wow! I turned my face towards his and, as I did, he turned and opened his eyes and looked at me. I smiled, a kind of soft smirk and raised my eyebrows at him. He blinked – and grinned a sort of slightly embarrassed little grin and then looked back at his view-screen. He still had his head-phones on! His hand was still clasped over mine under the blanket and my hand was still grasped around his soaking wet and still rock-hard organ. But it was running everywhere; all over his thigh, down his leg and in his boxers. I had an inspiration. In my left-hand pocket was a fresh handkerchief; I always carry one, though not really for this kind of thing! With my other hand I reached into my pocket and took it out and handed it across to him. He looked at it, then at me, and he took it from me. Beneath the blanket, I now felt his own hand for the first time inside his boxers and then felt the handkerchief, as it was placed across my hand and his soaking parts.
At this point, I felt it best to beat a discreet retreat, so I carefully withdrew my hand and arm from its sticky resting place, leaving an unfortunate gooey trail as I did so. He then used my handkerchief to discreetly clean himself up and, a few moments later, the handkerchief reappeared, now visibly quite wet and definitely “used”! He didn’t know what to do with it but I immediately offered to take it back.
But now I was the one who had to go to the toilet! I was soaked too and desperately in need of something! Needless to say, I took the handkerchief with me! When I returned to my seat beside him, he looked up at me and gave me a sort of coy grin and I smiled back. We chatted quite a bit during the rest of the flight, on and off, and I found out quite a lot more about him. But that’s perhaps for another story!