Window Seat Guy, with a question.

"Hey, miss?" It was the man in the window seat.

Candace locked eyes with him. She supposed her original plan would have just been to ignore her seat mates, but now the guy was forcing her into an interaction. She had ****. "Yeah?"

"I was-" he began, then stopped. "Uh, my name's David." He smiled.

David was on the taller side, tall enough that his knees looked uncomfortable up against the seat in front of him. His hands were large, and Candace only noticed that because one of them was held out toward her.

She shook his hand, awkwardly. "Candace," she said.

Then, she realized she had used the hand that had been cupping her pussy. Was that weird? Had he noticed?

"Candace, nice to meet you," David said. "I was wondering if you wanted to swap seats with me? You'd be a little more out of sight in the window seat."

Candace smiled for the first time in hours. "S-sure," she said, "thank you."

Without waiting a moment, Candace stood, unbuckling her seat belt. She grabbed the seat in front of her for balance, and David slid over to the middle seat.

Just then, the plane lurched violently. Candace lost her balance, the turbulence practically sending her flying. She briefly thought of plane crashes and fiery explosions, and threw her hands out to stabilize herself - and then it was over.