What the hell, let's do it!

I held my breath. I bit my lip. And I slipped my finger under this strange, sexy woman's panties. At first, the sensation was confusing - the flesh beneath her underwear felt just like the inside of her thigh. But as I pressed further and discovered the fold of her slit, I realized that her pussy was just extremely, smoothly bald.

It was then that everything changed.

With my hand under her blanket, between her legs, cupping her crotch, her pelvis slowly thrust forward, making further contact with my fingers. My sex-induced haze urged me to keep my hand in its glory zone as the woman gently, subtly humped my fingers. The wetness sliding out of her slit made my fingers sticky; turns out I wasn't the only one leaking.

I slowly let out my breath as the woman turned her head to face me. Locking my eyes on her face, I saw three things one after the other. First, she smiled. Then, she opened her eyes. Finally, she made eye contact with me and licked her lips.

Holy fuck, I said to myself. She's been pretending all along!

Well fuck it, if this little pervert wanted to get finger-fucked by a stranger on a plane, I was definitely going to oblige her.

Licking my own lips in reply, I slowly slipped my fingers into her pussy. Her eyes closed again, though she continued to smile. I felt around for her clit and watched her quietly gasp as I placed my forefinger and middle finger on either side of it, rubbing up and down and pressing down hard. The woman was biting her lip now, eyes still closed, as I rubbed her pussy underneath her blanket. By the bulge of her arm in the blanket, I could tell she was playing with her own tits, and if anyone was watching, what the hell did I care. I was thinking with my cock and nothing else.

We continued in this fashion for several minutes until finally, quietly, but also powerfully and wetly, the stranger came. Her hips pushed against my arm, and her whole body quivered. Her breathing came fast and then deep and then much more slowly. As the orgasm subsided, she rested her pelvis back against her seat, and politely, almost gentlemanly, I removed my hand from her underwear.

She opened her eyes, smiled again at me, and reached her hand to hold mine. She rubbed my fingers as if she were giving me a hand job, sliding up and down using her own juices as lubricant. Then she playfully blew a quiet raspberry at me and leaned forward to pull her sweatpants back on. Leaving her shirt off for the moment, she looked at me again, mouthing the word Thanks before closing her eyes for real.