Let's start by touching those perfect legs

I let Britney sleep for a solid 20 minutes. I mean, I literally set a timer on my phone. Don't fuck this up, I told myself.

I tried to distract myself. I couldn't read because I didn't want to turn on the overhead light. I definitely wasn't going to go to sleep. I dorked around on my phone for about three minutes, but all I really wanted to do was watch the sleeping 20-something beside me.

There was no activity near me on the plane. Literally everyone I could see was sleeping, most with coverings over their eyes. Britney was deeply asleep. I knew--though I had failed to mention it to her--that the mixture of **** and Ambien was a powerful depressant and was likely to keep Britney in a long, dreamless sleep. She was breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling beneath her thin airline blanket.

Speaking of which...

My timer finally hit 20:00, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer. Once again looking around to be sure I wasn't being watched, I scooted over into the seat next to Britney. She didn't stir even an inch. I gently rubbed her arm, rehearsing my lines if she woke up. Sorry, I was just trying to get a better look out the window... It was lame, I know, but I felt pretty sure I wouldn't need to resort to it.

Unsurprisingly, Britney didn't react to my gentle touch. So, I slowly grasped the edge of the gray blanket and pulled it off her body. I took in the sight in the dim light --- flannel-encased tits, beautiful legs on display, and gorgeous, calm face underneath a pillow of blond hair.

The easiest target was her legs, which I gently brushed with my fingers. Her smooth skin was like velvet against my fingertips. Still she didn't stir. I rubbed her outer thigh with my whole palm, and still she slept on. Looking around again--still in the clear--I reached my hand between her legs and gently massaged the inside of her thighs. I was inches away from her pussy, enjoying her soft flesh, while she slept on, none the wiser.

Eager for better access, I gently guided her legs apart. Even this didn't disturb her sleep, and I knew she was deeply under.

I ran my hand along her crotch, feeling the outline of her vagina through her shorts. My heart was racing, and my erection was growing.

But there was still more to explore.