Milf Neighbor on a Plane

And there I was...off on yet another routine flight. I had just run over to board the plane, as I had a connecting flight and just barely had time to make it onto the final leg of my trip before they shut the cabin.

As I hustled onto the plane, I was exhausted and just in a rush to be seated already. I knew for sure that I was going to close my eyes and enjoy a few uninterrupted hours of sleep. Once I finally made it to my seat, I realized that I was in the window seat, and I had to pass a younger guy in the aisle seat and a middle-aged woman wearing bright scrubs, who appeared to be with the guy. As I made eye contact with the mother and son, I gestured to the window seat and asked if I could slide by. The lady offered me a generous yet routine smile and allowed me to walk by quickly.

Now, for context, I'm a younger guy, relatively slender and about 6'4. When I travel, comfort is my main focus, as I usually like to try to rest if my flight is longer than a couple of hours. This particular day, I had on a pretty normal out, a sweater, a baseball cap, and some athletic black track pants. Oh, and one other thing to mention, if I wear sweatpants when I'm traveling, sometimes I will go commando, as I find it to be a much more comfortable experience.

So, back to the flight. For maybe the first hour, everything is going smoothly. My neighbors are paying attention to the movies that they're watching and I'm listening to some tunes to let the time pass. The cabin is relatively dark, as I elect to keep the window cover down out of respect for the people around me. After a while, my phone dies and I've realized that I'm not falling asleep anytime soon, so I'm screwed...or at least I thought.

Not even 15 minutes later, the pilot announces on the loud speaker, "now folks, for those of you on the left side of the aircraft, you may want to look out your windows, as we're going to have a pretty awesome view here" and so, with me being in a window seat on the left side of the plane, I ever-so-slightly tug at the bottom of my window cover. Before I continue, I look back over at my neighbors to see if they're OK with me letting in some light, and when I look over my shoulder, the mother is looking in my direction and giving me the go-ahead, since she's also heard our pilot's announcement and wants to see the view....

With that, I turn back, pull the window cover up about 1/2 or 3/4 of the way, and look out at the bright blue sky, the soft clouds, and the scenery in the distance. I was almost too distracted that I forgot my head was blocking the view, and as I sat back, I made sure that my neighbor could catch a glimpse as well. It was at that moment, that I noticed....as the mom next to me began to look past me and through the window, I realized that I had an ever so slight bulge on the left side of my pants.

Now, by no means was I fully erect, but because I had on relatively tight fitting track pants, it was clear that something was protruding. In an attempt to be as respectful and as calm as possible, I leaned back and tried to not draw any further attention to myself. As the lady leaned back into her seat, she seemed unbothered, as she regained focus on whatever she'd been watching...until the very last second, when I notice her eyes glance back over, but this time, not at the window.

As I caught her gaze head down and to the left, I knew that she'd taken note of the slight bulge in my pants. Although I had black pants on, the added sunlight from the window gave a direct spotlight to my crotch, and the outline of what was in my pants was hard to miss. After catching her looking, I felt bad and slightly uncomfortable, because I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable for any reason, so I just turned my head and looked out the window, hoping this blood rush would pass by soon enough.

After maybe 45 more seconds, I sat back again, only to see the mother staring in my direction again, first trying to steal glances out of the window, but eventually letting her gaze fall back to what was in my pants. At this point, it was like a game of cat and mouse, as I'd look out the window, turn back, and she'd either be staring directly down at my pants, pretending to look out the window with me, or somewhere in between her screen and her inner thighs.

Now, I must admit, by this point in time, I'd started to become aroused by her clear interest in the growing tent in my pants, and so what was once a slight bulge became a thick and full 8 inch unit that was pulsating and could barely be contained by the thin track pants attempting to engulf it.

I hadn't said a word or made any odd movements, but any one point, in an attempt to adjust my seating position, I sat up and sat back down, which sent my cock bouncing up and down, as much as my pants would allow. At this point, she was on the edge of her seat.

She made another glance out the window, and almost as if my cock had its own gravitational pull, her head dropped instantly, looking directly at my crotch, nearly salivating. She quickly fought the force and pulled her head back up to stare out the window, only to immediately lock eyes with my member yet again.

The ride continued like this for the remainder of our time in the air, and our hands touched ever so slightly underneath the arm rest. We never said a word to each other, even when her son got up to use the bathroom and we were left alone.

Finally, as we landed, she grabbed her yeti water bottle and wedged it between her thick milf thighs and squeezed it as hard as she could, hopefully getting the pleasure that she needed in that moment. As we deplaned, I noticed that she jetted straight to the nearest bathroom, and I wondered how much she had to clean up down there. When I was at my baggage claim, she walked by, gave one final glance to my crotch area, and smirked at me as she walked by to retrieve her bag....