It happened on a flight. You know how as you you are walking down the aisle you hope you’ll be seated next to a super attractive man or woman? Well I’ve been lucky enough to have that happen on 3 of my last 5 flights and this was one of those times.
We were on our first of two international flights back home. We nearly missed it because of issues with airline ticketing so we were that family running to the gate as the door was closing. As I’m boarding, I see that I have been upgraded and am sitting 15 rows up from my husband and kids. Normally I may have tried to change seats on the plane, but I feel like Air France is not an airline you fuck around with; I take the upgraded seat.
It’s hot AF outside so I’m just wearing a little tank (no bra) and very short shorts, dressed much more casually than how I usually do when traveling. I find my seat and it’s a middle one (grrr), but then I look at who is at the window and my mood instantly changes. It’s a very, very attractive French man dressed impeccably. I’m slightly embarrassed at how casual I am, but I know the outfit is still cute. It shows off my legs and tits quite well so that makes me feel a little better. [Leg pic](https://imgur.com/a/ZgRO7ud ) for reference. 😉 I say a quick hello while I try to compose myself—and stop sweating.
As I settle in, I notice him very slowly and methodically take off his headphones and put them away. I take this as a sign he’s open to talking. He has a very smooth, calm, confident presence and I’m quite animated so I also felt a little silly and mismatched as we begin talking, sharing where we are from and why we are traveling. We chat a bit and then I close my eyes and try to rest. I can feel his eyes on me while I am, so I look over and he gives me a bit of an inquisitive look along with a very sexy smile so I return it back with a bigger smile and cross my arms in front of my chest to stretch (aka, press my tits together to show off my cleavage). We both close our eyes to rest again and somehow it feels like we are doing this act together.
A minute later, I’m surprised to feel his thigh pressing against mine. I press back. I look over and his eyes are closed and he’s breathing so heavily I can see his chest rising and falling. I find myself subconsciously matching his breathing, my chest rising and falling. Then he presses his leg harder against mine, which makes me shudder, the good kind of involuntary shudder I sometimes do right before I cum. I’m THAT turned on. All of our exchanges and touches are subtle and unspoken, but somehow that makes it even hotter than if we had full access to each other’s bodies. Connecting like that, feeling so much sexual tension without having said a word, crossing the touch threshold with someone I had just met. I glanced down at his lap, and he’s hard as a rock with a massive bulge pressing against his dress pants. No one is seated at the aisle next to us and when they closed the door, I had debated moving over as the polite thing to do, but fuck, I didn’t want to move away from him and in this moment I think it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
I close my eyes again and we play this little cat and mouse game for a while longer. I feel his eyes on my body and I occasionally open mine and we make contact and have the same little knowing exchange. I crave more of his body touching mine. As if he senses this, I feel his shoulder press against mine. His hand drops down and his fingers are just an inch from my leg. I lightly press into his hand and give him a smile. He must take that as a signal that I want more and he very gently starts to caress my bare thigh.
I moan softly as I feel his hand on me, I’m still craving more. His hand makes it’s way higher up my thigh and he stops and looks at me to check if it is ok. I smile and nod and spread my legs a little wider letting him know what I want and giving him easier access. I have a light scarf with me so I use it to cover his hand from any prying eyes. Soon I feel his hand under my shorts nearing the edge of my panty line. Fuck yes. I need more. Again he stops and looks for my approval. I whisper a quiet yes and close my eyes as his hand finds it’s way under my now soaking wet panties. His fingers tease my clit and I can feel my body starting to buck in response. I am already almost there. He knows it and backs off for a few seconds and then continues, edging me and driving me wild. I quietly whisper please and it’s all he needs to hear. This time he doesn’t stop and I cum hard all over his fingers, letting out a quiet moan as I do, trying to be discreet. I smile at him as I settle back into my seat and try to compose myself. He tilts his fingers in my direction and I know what he wants. I lean over, sucking my juices off of them, imagining for a second it’s his dick in my mouth. Then we both close our eyes and sit back pretending to sleep, unable to keep the shit eating grins off of our faces.
PSA: when you are seated next to someone you find attractive, talk to them, flirt with them. If you don’t, you might just miss out on an incredible surprise—and maybe even an incredible orgasm. 😉