The woman sitting next to me on an overnight flight let me rub her pussy over her pants

I was sitting in the window seat and the woman was in the middle seat. Right after we boarded the flight, we bumped elbows a couple times. It seemed normal though as we were getting situated in our seats.

Close to about the time we were taking off, I felt her leg touch mine. There was the arm rest between us, which was the obvious boundary, but as I looked down I saw her leg crossing beneath it onto my side. Our quads were basically kissing each other.

The lady didn’t move her leg away. It was my space so I didn’t move mine either. We stayed locked in that position while the plane took off and ascended. The acceleration and maneuvering jostled us in our seats, causing us to press into each other more and more.

Side note. To describe her simply, she was strikingly beautiful. But she seemed plenty older than me, maybe by 20 years. She was wearing a puffy black coat with a fur-lined hood. Underneath she had on a gray shirt that gave away the size of her bust. You’d hardly suspect she had huge tits due to her small frame, but I guess they were mostly hidden by her jacket.

The plane stabilized after a while and our legs were touching even more than before. It stayed like that until the flight attendants came around for service.

She adjusted herself, sitting upright to order her food and drink. Consequently our legs finally broke contact. I was honestly starting to get used to the contact so initially, it felt cold. Part of me wanted it back.

After a while we got served our food and drink. She made a comment to me about my choice and I remarked how I almost chose the same meal as her. Once we were done eating, she mentioned that I’d have to try hers next time since she enjoyed it so much.

I told her I would and that was almost the last thing either one of us said to each other for the rest of the flight.

After the flight attendants came around to clear everyone’s trash, I settled in for some rest. The cabin was dim and luckily, this flight was quiet.

I was just getting comfortable when I felt her leg touch mine again. Glancing down, I saw she was encroaching on my seat space again. Oh well.

This time I actually did something about it though. I picked my foot up and spread my legs wider. My leg pushed against hers but she still didn’t budge. At this point, practically every part of our lower bodies were in contact with each other. Hips, quads, calves and all. We might as well have intertwined our legs.

It was slowly becoming a curiosity more than a nuisance. Did this lady not care about personal space? I thought maybe I’d test it.

I glanced at her in my peripherals. Her eyes were closed, apparently trying to get some sleep too.

My hands were resting on my legs. It was a comfortable enough position that I could sleep in. My left hand was awfully close to her leg though, since it had come over to my seat.

I let my left arm go limp like I had fallen asleep, and my hand immediately fell to the side, coming to rest in the crevice between our legs. Still she didn’t move away.

The back of my fingers rested on her leg for a minute or two. I was beginning to think she was already asleep, but at that moment she reached up with her hand and scratched her face. She must’ve been somewhat awake.

So I slowly began testing the waters with my hand on her leg. First I opened and closed my hand a couple times, brushing my fingers against her as I did so. She didn’t respond.

Then, little by little, I turned my hand over so my palm was facing down. My hand was still between our legs but now I could actually feel her. The finger tips of my pinky and fourth finger rested on her leg. I was so nervous to move them. I wanted to though. I wanted to see how far this would go.

I waited for a few minutes like that, thinking at any moment she would brush me off, chastise me, or worse. But none of that happened.

Boldly, I advanced my hand further over onto her leg. My middle finger touched her. I kept going. My second finger and thumb touched her. My whole hand was on her thigh. Holy shit. My heart was pounding. I let my hand rest there gently and waited.

I waited for her to question me, to move me, anything…. but nothing. She stirred slightly every once in a while and her breathing was shallow, it didn't look like she was asleep. But still, there was nothing from her.

Over time, I let my hand relax and my fingers settled around her thigh. I had this gorgeous stranger’s leg in my hand and it was at this point where I started to get really horny.

Without even thinking, I found myself squeezing her thigh ever so softly and gently caressing it. My fingers rubbed up and down lightly while inching their way further to her inner thigh.

Almost immediately she stirred. But instead of moving away, she twisted her body towards me slightly and leaned into me. Our shoulders touched and her head tilted to the side towards me. If she had fallen over at this point, she would’ve fallen right onto my lap.

My hand had frozen in place when she had stirred but after a while of her not moving again, I continued.

My hand was nearly on her inner thigh, I was only a couple inches away. In one swift motion, I lifted my hand up and advanced it the rest of the way. My hand went deeper between her legs and my fingers fully grasped around her inner thigh. I had gone so far between her legs that my finger tips touched the seat beneath her.

Almost instantly her head fell towards me even more. She was going to be using me as a pillow at this rate.

Again I waited for anything else from her but just like before, that was it.

After a little bit, I started moving my fingers around her inner thigh, touching her lightly. I was keeping my eyes closed during this whole event, but occasionally I’d glance at her for a reaction. She appeared to stay “asleep”, yet from her facial expression, it seemed like she was actually awake and quietly enjoying the attention.

Methodically I rubbed her inner thigh and worked my fingers up her leg. Though this time, I moved at a snail’s pace. There was a boundary somewhere, and I didn’t want to hop across it.

Each small distance I moved my hand up her inner thigh, I glanced at her face, which was nearly touching mine at this point.

When I finally started to get close to her pussy, I noticed a subtle change in her facial expression. Instead of a relaxed sleepy look, she began to look more focused. Still relaxed, but focused like she was trying to accomplish something.

At least that’s what I thought, it was hard to read her expression in my peripherals.

I kept going. My hand was almost all the way up her inner thigh. I was so close. I stuck my pinky out and felt for it. And there it was.

My pinky grazed over her pussy and I froze. Would she finally stop me at this point?

I really didn’t know how I’d got here but I had somehow managed to get my hand between this lady’s legs. I couldn’t be completely sure, but by the look on her face and her short shallow breathing through her mouth, I’d say she was loving it.

I took a leap and moved my hand so that my first two fingers rested on the fabric covering her pussy. In response I felt her legs spread open the slightest bit. She wanted it.

I curled my fingers against her pussy and delicately started rubbing her. I made sure to be as gentle as I possibly could. My fingertips grazed lightly over the top of her pants as I sought to make her cum.

I could feel the outline of her pussy under her clothes, helping direct me towards her clit. I focused on it, rubbing up and down for a long time before switching my pattern to a side to side motion.

She twitched and flexed against me while she pretended to be asleep. I kept my fingers on her, rubbing gently but slowly building up the intensity.

I gauged her pleasure by her facial expressions and it wasn’t long before I could tell, I might actually make this woman cum.

My fingers danced around her clit as I played her like an instrument. Her breathing had deepened dramatically when suddenly I felt a hand grab my arm.

“Right there. Slow. Don’t stop,” the faintest whisper came into my ear.

I nodded my head and obeyed her.

She squirmed in her seat. I could tell her legs were flexed. My fingers stayed in the same spot on her pussy, rubbing at a slow steady pace.

She squeezed my arm hard. I glanced over at her. She pursed her lips like she was struggling to contain her moans. Oh boy she was cumming for sure. I kept rubbing her.

After a while, she finally tilted her head back and released her grip on my arm. I stopped rubbing her pussy and pulled my hand back.

She tilted her head towards me again.

“Thank you” she said, barely audible.

“No, thank you” I whispered in response.

She smiled and looked at me, pausing for a moment.

“Goodnight now,” she said.

“Goodnight,” I said back.

She shifted herself in her seat and closed her eyes. Our legs weren’t touching anymore.

I got comfortable against the window and not before long, I was sound asleep.

After the flight, we both got off the plane without a word between us, just the memory of a good time and the knowledge that we’ll likely never see each other again. I really hope I do see her again one day though. Or else I’m going to be dreaming about fucking her for the rest of my life.