All good things must come to an end

My seat mate's blanket "accidentally" slipped off during the course of the next fifteen minutes and I once again pretended to sleep while staring at her small, sexy chest. It was hard to tell if she was really sleeping this time, but either way, her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. My erection had calmed down a bit, but I was still horny as hell, replaying in my mind's eye every stage of the fantastic journey so far.

When the lights flashed on and the pilot's voice loudly announced that we'd be landing in 20 minutes, the spell seemed to break. The fellow on the aisle woke with a start and hustled off to the bathroom. While he was away, my seat mate "woke up" and checked her phone, still not wearing her shirt and her bra-clad boobs on display. She quickly glanced at me with a smile before bending over and picking her sweatshirt off the floor. She pulled it over her head just as our seatmate returned.

"Just a sec," she said to him, sliding out of her seat to head to the bathroom herself.

The guy sat down and looked across me out the window, where the sun was rising over the waking land. "I love sleeping on planes, don't you?" he said to me. I nodded, looking out the window and gently resting my hand against my still-aching cock.

The woman returned, slipped by the guy, and resumed her middle seat. She put headphones in her ears, fired up Netflix, and didn't pay any attention to me for the rest of the trip. I just stared out the window, waiting for the journey to end.

At last we landed, pulled up to the skybridge, and prepared to deplane. As the passengers in front of us filed out of the plane, the young woman asked me if I'd help take her bag down from the overhead compartment. "Sure," I said.

She smiled at me and said "Thanks." Then, with an even bigger grin, she said, "Here." She removed something from her sweatshirt pocket and handed it to me. Then she turned and briskly walked away. I was pretty sure I knew what she had handed me, but I wouldn't let myself believe it until I got into the terminal and was able to take a closer look.

Yep. It was her juicy, used panties. The same ones I'd been fondling an hour earlier. And written on the tag was a name--Claire--and a phone number...