Flight of Fancy
by The Sorcerer's Apprentice

Keywords: Pedo Voy Mast

The line shuffled along at a snail's pace then stopped as a passenger up ahead blocked the aisle as he tried over and over to stuff an oversized bag into the overhead compartment. C'mon, C'mon! If you have to drag it behind you, it isn't carry-on, fer chrissakes! I looked ahead, calculating where Row 27 might be. 'C' was an aisle seat and I was hoping that row 27 would be by an emergency exit for some extra leg room. 

Damn! Looked like I was going to be just forward of the exit with my back against a bulkhead. - last row to be visited by the drinks cart. I dropped my boarding pass onto the seat, nodded politely to the rotund gentleman at the window in 27A and jammed my jacket and laptop into the overhead. I lowered myself into the seat with a sigh - not high enough in the corporate hierarchy to warrant Business Class, another red-eye flight to Paris was less than appealing. At least Air France had decent meals in economy.

I sat with my seatbelt loose in my lap, ready to move out for whoever arrived to occupy 27B, and watched the parade of people with whom I'd be cooped up for the next seven hours hurtling through what little air there was seven miles up at four fifths the speed of sound. I recognized a few faces from the departure lounge; in particular an attractive young couple traveling with their daughter. Mom was petite and very pretty - around 30 with wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair, large blue eyes and a trim body nicely turned out in a sleeveless top, form-fitting beige pants and a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals. Dad was tall and dark with thick, almost black hair and an aquiline nose. Their little girl, carrying a tiny Barbie back-pack and wearing a print dress with a short, flared skirt, white ankle socks and sneakers was about six years old and a miniature version of her Mom - blonde and beautiful. She was a little young for my taste - girls between eight and twelve being what really make my socks roll up and down - but a brief glimpse of her white panties while she cavorted on her father's lap in the departure lounge had certainly piqued my interest. She was a very pretty little girl.

They came to a halt beside my seat, Dad looking up at the illuminated row numbers. He slung their carry-on bags into the overhead then stepped back to allow Mom into Row 27. He slid in beside her then arranged his daughter in 27D, sorting out the seatbelt and fitting her Barbie back-pack under the seat.

I couldn't really see them without turning my head (the centre section of seats was staggered in this particular aircraft and they were slightly behind me), but during a survey of my surroundings, noted that when turned sideways in my seat I could see the little blonde and her Dad clearly. She really was quite precious! The last vestiges of baby-fat were gone and her high-pitched but pleasant little voice cut through the surrounding commotion as she chatted non-stop at her parents. They were in the last row before the bulkhead as well, and as there was only an emergency exit behind, mine was the only seat which had a clear view. Although it didn't register at the time, the seat layout was to play a large part in what was to follow.

I always enjoy take-off - 'breaking the surly bonds of Earth' and all that, and this one was as exhilarating as always. The cabin crew started shuffling trays and clinking bottles as we climbed through 10,000 feet for Flight Level 350 and I was soon sipping a double Bloody Mary while watching the news on the seatback monitor. I managed to cadge a second mini-bottle of wine from the flight attendant to go with an altogether acceptable dinner then relaxed with brandy and coffee. The effects of a long day and the free alcohol took hold and I was ready for a nap as soon as the cabin crew cleared away the trays.

Fortunately, 27B was vacant, so I was able to loosen my seatbelt and turn sideways in my seat. I reclined the seatback and snoozed as best I could with the roar of the slipstream rushing over the fuselage. Anyone who has flown long-haul economy will know how difficult it is to be comfortable in one position for any length of time and less than fifteen minutes later, I was twisting around the other way. I opened my eyes for a second and was greeted with the sight of the little blonde girl lying curled up with her back to me. The center row also had a vacant seat and Mom and Dad had moved over, giving their little one two seats over which to stretch out. Her head rested on a pillow in his lap; his hand resting protectively on her hip. Her dress was quite short and she had drawn both knees up against the seatback so I had an unobstructed view of the back of her slim thighs and just a sliver of white panties.

She was absolutely gorgeous! The skin of her legs seemed to glow with vitality and from only five feet away I could practically sense their smoothness and warmth. I allowed my gaze to wander down to her sneakers and cute little socks, then up over the curve of her thin calves, the back of her knees and the gentle flare of her exquisite thighs then linger at the glimpse of white cotton barely visible under her dress. I could feel my cock responding to this visual delight; stirring and pressing against my jeans, then for some reason I glanced up - and directly into the eyes of her father.

"Fuck!" I thought, and quickly flicked my eyes away from his, glancing around the cabin as if only checking out my surroundings. "Fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit! You stupid idiot!" I had let the view of the little girl's legs hypnotize me and I had violated one of the rules that had helped me escape detection all these years. Never, NEVER stare when someone might see you! Let alone her father!! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! Furious with myself, I turned my back to them and closed my eyes, half expecting a tap on the shoulder and a challenge. But none came, and I started to relax a bit. He was just going to ignore it, probably cursing me for a pedophilic pervert under his breath. Well, I could live with that - barring a possible awkward encounter while disembarking, I'd never see him or his daughter again so perhaps this could be put down to a very embarrassing lesson.

A half-hour later, I had to change position - my muscles were cramping up so I stretched straight out as far as I could. That didn't help much so I turned back to my right, eyes firmly closed. By this time, the cabin crew had dimmed the lights and it occurred to me that from this distance, even if he were looking at me, he wouldn't be able to tell if I were to open my eyes just a shade and look between my eyelashes. The sight of his daughter's thighs and panties had really got to me, and I wanted to see more - as long as my peeking was undetected. Very slowly, I let my eyes open slightly so I could see.

She was still lying curled up, her father's hand on her hip, but if anything, her dress was a little higher than before. The dimmed cabin lights made it darker in the row of seats, but the flicker of her Dad's seatback video display illuminated the area enough for me to see that more of her panties were visible than the last time. The delicious crease where the tops of her thighs joined her apricot ass was evident just below the white cotton. My cock begin to stir once again, reacting to the stimulation of looking up the little girl's skirt. I was sure her father - even if he were to look right at me - would not be able to tell that I was peeking at her.

Dad's hand moved down to the sleeping girl's knee and rubbed it affectionately. I glanced furtively at him and saw only his profile - he was watching the video display intently. His wife was asleep, her head resting on his right shoulder, her golden hair obscuring her face. His hand rubbed in gentle circles around his daughter's knee then slowly began to rub up and down her leg. He ran his fingers up to the hem of her dress then back down; up and down, nonchalantly caressing her. After a few seconds, his hand started moving higher on her leg, his fingers brushing the hem of her skirt further up her thigh. Every two or three strokes, her dress was pushed just a little higher up her leg. My heart started to race and my cock twitched involuntarily. Was he just being affectionate, or was he on the verge of molesting his daughter? I didn't know, but my half-open eyes were glued to the spectacle unfolding before me. Over the next five minutes, he pushed the little girl's dress higher and higher until I was mentally begging for more. My cock was rock hard in my pants as he stroked her; now the hem was at her hip and the edge of her panties was clearly visible. He ran his hand up and down her bare thigh a few more times then, gathering the material in his hand, he pulled it slowly and deliberately up to her tiny waist. At the same time, he turned his head and looked directly at me, a half-smile on his lips.

I feigned awakening and glanced at him, ready to look away, but his gaze held mine. The half-smile was almost a smirk - "see what I can have?" it said, "and you can't!" I wasn't sure what to do - instinct told me to turn away again, but the little girl's panties and bare legs were so enticing..., so tempting..., I had to look. 

Suddenly, his eyes flicked ahead and he quickly pulled the little girl's skirt back down to cover her legs. I felt a rush of disappointment but then my view was momentarily blocked by the body of a flight attendant walking back from First Class. Walking forward, nothing would have been seen unless the F/A had turned around but walking aft, if he hadn't reacted, she would have seen the little girl asleep and with her skirt raised. The realization slowly crept over me - this man was deliberately teasing me with his six year-old daughter!! He was using her to get me aroused and erect - and he knew that I could never have what he was showing me!

I looked up at him in amazement. The smirk was still on his face and he raised a questioning eyebrow. "Do you want more?" it said. I breathed deeply and gave a small nod. God, yes!! I wanted to see more of the sleeping girl!

Her father looked round the cabin and then, seeing no-one near, lowered the armrest enough that he could switch on the reading light for 27D. The tightly focused beam lit the little girl's lower body like a spotlight. I lifted my head and looked around in alarm but quickly saw that because of the emergency exit behind me and the staggered arrangement of the center section of seats, only I could see into Row 27. The man's smile widened and he slowly drew the hem of his daughter's dress up her thigh and finally, gathered it once again at her waist. Her skin gleamed in the reading light and the cheeks of her tiny ass pressed against the tight white cotton of her panties. He resumed stroking her thigh lightly, ran his fingertip around the elastic at the leg of her panties then cupped the soft roundness of her asscheeks. His hand was big enough to encompass her entire bum and he lightly rubbed it in circles over her tight panties, all the while looking over at me.

He resumed stroking her thigh, his large fingers sliding up and down the smooth skin. The little girl squirmed slightly and he guided her body so that she was lying on her tummy, her head in his lap turned toward the seats in front of them. She was such a pretty girl, with a button nose and rosebud lips, her long hair falling over her eyes and covering the small pillow and the dark material of her father's suit. Once she settled, his hand returned to her waist and his gaze to the monitor before him. Her dress was still gathered around her waist. My cock was painfully erect and clamoring for attention.

Dad's hand slid lower onto his daughter's thigh where, with gaze fixed ahead, he curled his fingers around the elastic leg of her panties and eased it up over the tight curve of her asscheek. First one, then the other, until her panties were stretched into the crack of her cute little ass. My cock surged mightily and I could stand it no longer. I turned and retrieved the blanket from the seatback pouch in front of me, pulled it up over my shoulders and spread it over my body. Turning back to the side, I managed to loosen the snap on my jeans and slide down the zipper. From there, it was easy to surreptitiously slip my hand under the waist of my jockeys and finally give my swollen cock the attention it craved.

Father turned his head to look at me and gave me a knowing smile. He lifted his hand, curled it into a loose fist and with a questioning glance, moved it back and forth. The meaning was clear: "Are you jerking off to my daughter?"

I gave a single nod and his smile widened. He looked down at her ass, pushed the material of her panties a little further into the crack and proceeded to run his fingertips over the pale skin, rubbing and squeezing gently; I could see his fingers sink slightly into her soft flesh.

I was well on my way to an orgasm, my eyes locked on the little girl's bare ass and smooth thighs, squeezing and massaging the head of my cock with as little outward movement as possible, although he could undoubtedly see the movement of my hand beneath the blanket. Still watching me, the man slid his hand down to the back of his daughter's left knee and slowly pulled it up and towards him, positioning her leg as if she were climbing a high step. This had the effect of exposing the little girl's inner thigh and I could clearly see where the bunched material of her panties emerged from between her asscheeks to cover her little crotch. This new view stimulated me even more and I worked my cock with greater urgency. The little girl's legs and ass were just too delicious and I wanted to cum a load before either Dad changed his mind about exposing her charms or someone came along to end the show. I was almost there!

Her father looked at me and shook his head. What was he telling me? I glanced up and down the aisle but there was no movement. He rearranged his daughter's white panties to cover her ass once again and lowered her skirt. I was so close and he'd stopped the show! He must have meant "no more" or "no orgasm". 

But wait! What was he doing now? He held the little girl's shoulders, leaned forward and whispered quietly into her ear. She twisted around and he helped arrange her on her back, her pretty face now towards the cabin roof. Her knees were raised and rested against the seatback, the flared skirt slid up her thighs and once again revealed a sliver of white between her legs. It wasn't over! He had been saying "not yet!" I resumed stroking my cock, waiting to see what would happen next.

He waited two or three minutes before moving his hand to her right knee and, with a quick look around the cabin, pushed it down onto the seat while holding her left knee against the seatback. He had essentially spread her legs for me. The white material of her tiny panties was stretched tightly over her little pussy, outlining the lips clearly in the light of the reading lamp. The skin of the inside of her thighs glowed pale and white - I could almost feel their smoothness from five feet away. Dad looked back at his video monitor but his fingers began stroking the crotch of his little girl's panties. He lightly ran his fingertips up and down the tiny camel-toe that was clearly visible in the reading light.

She appeared to moan quietly and tried to turn on her side but Dad's arm stopped her movement and pushed her back into position with her legs spread wide. He glanced at me for just a moment and gave a brief nod. "Now!" it said.

The head of my turgid cock was resting against the palm of my hand and being worked between my first two fingers, I squirmed slightly to get a better angle just as Dad's fingers slid to the edge of the cotton covering his daughter's pussy. Still holding the dear little thing's left knee against the seatback with his elbow, he slipped his fingers under the elastic and drew the material aside to expose the six year-old's hairless slit.

"Fuck!" What a rush of pleasure! He watched me carefully as I pulled my cock harder - trying to minimize my movements was torture - what I was seeing made me want to wrap my whole hand around it and pump for all I was worth, but I had to be as discreet as possible. I knew this enticing sight would not - could not last long, so I fixed my eyes on the little blonde's exposed pussy and let myself fall over the edge.

I felt the hot wetness shooting into my palm as my fingers worked the head through a powerful orgasm. The baring of the little girl's pussy had pushed me right to the edge and somehow, having her father watch me silently convulsing in orgasm made it that much more powerful. As the spasms began to fade, he gently rearranged his little girl's panties, allowed her leg to fall from the seat back and lowered her flowered skirt back over her thighs. She sighed contentedly and turned onto her side, still fast asleep.

I glanced back up at her father but as I watched he kissed the top of his wife's head and turned his attention back to the video monitor. The show was over.

With some difficulty, I extracted my sticky hand from my underwear and managed to refasten my jeans. My head still spinning with incredulity and spent passion, I spent the rest of the flight dozing and trying to understand just what the fuck had happened here! I've never really been able to figure it out.

The aircraft landed at CDG on time and I waited until the young family had started moving towards the door before retrieving my belongings and following them towards the exit. The little girl peered at me over her father's shoulder as we inched towards the exit. It was difficult to believe that a couple of hours earlier, I had jacked off while looking at her naked little cunt! We stopped for a moment as passengers ahead moved into the aisle and the man half-turned towards me.

"A 'ope you 'ad a good flight!" he said with a smile. His accent was heavy

"It could not have been better. Thank you." I said.

The line began moving once again.

"You are welcome." he replied as we shuffled our way to the exit..
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