Let's get a little handsy, shall we?

Her eyes peacefully closed, my neighbor granted my most fervent wish. She twisted in her seat so that her passive face was pointed at me and the fabric of her bra was pressing against my hand. I couldn't believe it. I hadn't moved an inch, and this woman had basically placed one of her boobs in my hand.

I relished the situation, a raging hard-on propping my standard-issue airplane blanket into a dark tent that no one could see. After a minute of her peaceful quietude, I slowly moved my hand. She didn't stir, and I was now able to caress the soft flesh of her right breast. It was firm and supple, and as she breathed deeply, she pressed herself more firmly into my grasp. I barely breathed myself, not wanting to wake her, and I slowly, slowly inched my fingers down her breast, sliding gently under her bra, and almost instantly coming in contact with her nipple. She stirred a little but didn't open her eyes. I smiled as I silently groped this attractive stranger, watching her breathe deeply all the while.

This heavenly situation lasted about four or five minutes until my seat mate stirred again. I beat a hasty retreat, putting my hand back against my arm and feigning sleep. The woman returned to a forward-facing seated position and, while her eyes were still closed, took things further than I ever imagined possible. The plane was, admittedly, very warm, and she was still nestled under her blanket. Maybe she was still really asleep, or maybe she was addled enough to think she was safe in her own bed ... but for whatever reason, I watched in amazement as she reached under her blanket, propped up her butt, and slid her baggy sweatpants down to her knees!

The half-naked passenger was still covered by her blanket, so no one (including me) could see her underwear. To the random passer-by, nothing was amiss. But I knew the truth, and I knew that the gift that was offered me was too rare to be ignored.