The man's a perv.

As your seatmate's breathing quickens and he leans ever closer to you, you realize how silly you were being to even think the Rulebook wasn't capable of following basic dictionary definitions. You close your eyes and hide a smile, wondering what the deviant man will do.

His hand brushes against your bare thigh as though testing your feigned sleep. You turn your face to the aisle to better hide your reactions. Emboldened, he gently brushes the back of hand across your breasts, then down your stomach. He rests his hand on your crotch, the weight of it heavy through the fabric of your skirt and panties.

Oh God, your filthy panties!

As he presses gently on the inside of the thigh closest to him, coaxing your legs open, you mutter as quietly as you can,"I wish" while picturing that soft cotton floral panty you love.

You're not quiet enough, unfortunately. His movements still as he waits to see if you've woken up, but then apparently takes it as a sign that you're having a sexy, approving dream as your legs fall open vulgarly.

He trails two fingers across your panties in an alternating pattern, each finger skimming deftly down in a dainty dance across your cunt. It almost tickles with how lightly he's touching you.

But his touch becomes firmer and firmer as the minutes tick by, and you begin to feel a damp spot forming on your fresh panties. He makes a quiet sound at this discovery; then, with unexpected boldness, pulls your panties to the side and slides his fingers right into your cunt.

You can't help it, your eyes fly open and you stare at him.

He freezes - there's no way he can pretend his fingers aren't knuckle deep in your pussy.

A little **** not to scare away the only direct action you've had today, you give him a nervous little smile and rock your hips forward, seating his fingers even deeper.