I watched her sitting with her boyfriend in the boarding area for a transatlantic flight to Paris. Her slight, athletic frame was barely covered by a cotton top that left her tanned midriff exposed under the shade of her pert, overhanging breasts. My eyes followed her legs up from her toes to the point where her short skirt tantalizingly covered the reason for the visual trip and was achingly disappointed that the goal was unfulfilled. That's okay I grinned, its the journey, not the destination, right?
After fantasizing for a couple of minutes, I noticed that her boyfriend was paying more attention to his phone than her and the frustration was clearly evident on her face. Despite this, she seemed resigned as if this was nothing unusual in their relationship. Damn, I thought, what an idiot! I don't even know her and I'm having trouble keeping my eyes off her beautiful body. I'd have trouble keeping more than my eyes off her if she were mine. What a waste.
I went back to my fantasizing and a few minutes later we started boarding. I couldn't believe my luck that my seat was right across the aisle from her. Her boyfriend took the window and immediately went back to his phone. I smiled at her as I took my seat and she returned the smile, which forced me to sit down quickly because the erection I had been nursing over the past few minutes suddenly swelled to prominence. I kept glancing her way as often as I felt I could without sending a creepy vibe. It might have been my imagination or more likely just wishful thinking, but I occasionally felt her eyes on me as well.
This was going to be a 10 hour flight that would arrive early the next morning, so it wasn't long before the flight crew dimmed the lights of the cabin so people could try and sleep. I don't sleep well on planes, so I put on my headphones to listen to an audiobook. A couple of hours later, I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head slightly to see better. I couldn't believe what I saw! The gorgeous woman across the aisle had her eyes closed like her sleeping boyfriend and a blanket covering her lap. What had caught my attention was the movement under the blanket. It was slow and gentle, but I could tell that she was masturbating.
I felt that I should look away from this private moment, but to hell with that! I had to adjust my erection (I wanted to do more than that, but...) so I shifted in my seat and her eyes opened at the noise. Our eyes met and I was ready to apologize, but she grinned and kept her hand moving and it seemed to me that it started moving a little faster and more urgently as I watched her. Now my cock really needed an adjustment!