"No wait, it's just that... I'm a real nervous flyer" Nathan blurbs out. The guy blinks and then chuckles. "Okay, so that's it. You have a little good luck charm. I can do you something better. I am a nervous flyer myself. But I got a herb supplement for that in my carry-on." He gets up and starts to get his lack from the overhead compartment. Both you and Nathan sigh releaved and Nathan quickly lifts himself from his seat a little to shove you back in his pocket. But a sudden shock of the plain makes him loose his grip and you tumble down. Nathan looks for you and spots you, but it is just too late. The moment he spots you a shadow falls over you and as you look up the jeans clad ass of the middle guy comes down and lands right on top of you smashing you into the seat.
The full weight of the man is almost too much to bear. But somehow you are still alive trapped. While he slowly grinds himself into a comfortable position. He talks to Nathan and Nathan talks back. But you can't make out the words at all. Everything is muffled and you only hear the seat creak under the weight of this stranger, wondering why if the seat groans, you are not just killed outright and stop suffering from this humiliation.
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