A passionate moment on the plane

I'd always only seen others share their passionate encounters and serendipitous meetings, never imagining I'd experience it myself.

Due to the nature of my work, I travel frequently, so in my friends' eyes, I'm practically a frequent flyer, which means I meet all sorts of people.

Once, while on a business trip, in the waiting area, I sat opposite a plump middle-aged woman, probably in her thirties, wearing a very form-fitting dress with a low neckline that accentuated her ample bust.

She was also wearing flesh-colored stockings, which made me steal glances at her a few times. I thought it would be just a casual glance, but unexpectedly, after I boarded and settled in, a few minutes later she boarded and sat right next to me. My seat was by the aisle, hers was in the middle, and a foreign woman sat by the window.

Coincidentally, I rarely ask flight attendants for blankets when I fly, but that day I did. After takeoff, everyone was trying to rest their eyes, but I couldn't help stealing glances at her several times. Although she was in her thirties, her breasts were still very full, and with the low neckline of her dress, a large portion of her round, plump mounds were squeezed out. It was really pleasing to the eye, and I thought how wonderful it would be to touch them a few times!

She slept the whole way, and I kept stealing glances. The more I glanced, the stronger my desire became, and my heart was pounding as I pondered how to successfully touch her.

The air conditioning was on that day, so I first opened the blanket and covered myself with it, which would conceal my actions. Then I looked at her; she was sleeping with her coat covering her body, so her body was also covered. I immediately felt that this was even more likely. So I secretly reached my hand from under my seat to her seat and tickled her leg. She flinched at first, then didn't move. So I increased the pressure a little to see if she would resist. She still didn't move. I was overjoyed; it seemed like I had a chance.

So I reached my hand further in, wanting to touch her inner thigh. Unfortunately, there was a handrail between the airplane seats, and I couldn't reach any further. I tried reaching over the handrail to touch her, but that would be too obvious and easily noticed, especially with people passing by in the aisle. So I gave up.

Just as I was feeling frustrated, I suddenly remembered that the handrail could be pulled up. Hehe, I was overjoyed.

I pulled up the handrail and tried again, and this time it was much easier. I reached for her inner thigh; it was fleshy and felt great. I touched it back and forth for several minutes. Seeing that she didn't resist, I reached my hand up a little further and touched her sensitive area. Her body trembled again, then she stopped moving. So I touched her sensitive area without restraint, constantly searching for her clitoris. Every time I touched her clitoris, she would tighten her legs tightly. It seemed she was enjoying it!

So I touched her clitoris while trying to put my fingers inside her vagina. Because she was wearing stockings and underwear, her reaction wasn't particularly strong due to the two layers, and I wasn't quite satisfied. So I tried to pull her underwear aside, but because of the seat between us, it was difficult to reach inside. It was inconvenient to do anything more freely; the movements would be too large. Because I was a bit guilty, I didn't dare to make any big movements.

Even this small touching was very exciting. My penis went hard and soft repeatedly, and eventually I felt the urge to urinate, so I got up to go to the restroom.

When I came back, there was another surprise. I guess either she hadn't been intimate with anyone in a long time, or she was looking forward to doing this on the plane. Anyway, she deliberately pulled her clothes back up, leaving a lot of space in my direction, and then deliberately spread her legs wider apart. It was obvious she wanted me to continue touching her! Hehe, since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony. I sat down, covered myself with the blanket, and put it next to her clothes, giving my right hand plenty of space.

I first slipped my hand back under her thighs. Because her thighs were spread wide, it was easy to touch her this time. I touched her up and down. Although she kept her eyes closed and pretended to be asleep, she was clearly very comfortable. Her lower body was trembling slightly. I took the opportunity to move her panties aside. My fingers were only separated by a layer of stockings, which were already very wet. I thought to myself

, since that's the case, why not just tear the stockings and then stick my hand in? But she clearly felt it. Every time I increased the force to try to tear her stockings, she would tighten her legs to stop me. After a while, I understood what she meant. If I tore the stockings, she wouldn't be able to get off the plane later, so I gave up.

After touching her genitals for a while, I shifted my focus and touched her buttocks. They were firm and fleshy. I then tried to touch her breasts from her skirt upwards. Everything went smoothly; her breasts were large, soft, and fleshy. I deliberately pinched her nipples and played with them for a while, and she couldn't help but tremble. It looked like she was really enjoying it.

Towards the end, as I became more and more relaxed and my movements became more and more exaggerated, the foreign woman next to me seemed to notice something and glanced in my direction a few times. I was already feeling guilty, so I withdrew my hand and continued to pretend to be asleep. After a while, the flight attendants came to serve drinks and dinner. Everyone gradually woke up and started eating and drinking. I exchanged a few glances with her but didn't say anything.

After we finished eating and drinking, the flight attendants tidied up the cabin and turned off the cabin lights. So we continued our intimate interaction for a while. Her genitals were very wet, and she couldn't help but writhe. I really wanted her to touch me too, but because the airplane seats were so small, after I touched her, there wasn't enough space for her to touch me, so I had to give up.

Since the place I was traveling to wasn't particularly far, the plane quickly announced its descent, we stowed our tray tables, straightened our seats, and that was the end of it. After getting off the plane, I wondered if I should get her number so we could continue the relationship, but ultimately I didn't, and that's how the story ended.

This is a true story from my many years of business trips, which I'm sharing with you all.

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