jerked off a stranger on a plane flight without anyone noticing

I was stuck in the middle seat, bored out of my mind while the cabin lights dimmed and everyone dozed off. The guy next to me kept shifting, his elbow brushing mine, and I don’t even know what flipped the switch but my hand slid under the blanket we were sharing. His cock was already hard, pressing against his jeans, and I worked the zipper down as the engines hummed loud enough to cover everything. My palm wrapped around him and I stroked slow, pretending to adjust my seat every time the flight attendant walked by. The glow from the tiny TV screens lit his face, jaw tight while he stared straight ahead trying not to move. I felt him twitch in my hand, hot and pulsing, my pussy clenching just from how risky it was. He came in my fist somewhere over the clouds, thick and messy, and I wiped it off quick with the napkin from my drink. Nobody around us stirred, still asleep or glued to their headphones, while I sat there with my heart racing, dripping between my thighs like the dirtiest secret on that plane.