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 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 center 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 seat back 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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