Slide a hand under the blanket

Removing her pants must have made my seat mate much more comfortable. Her head had found a perfect angle on the headrest, and without jerking to either side, it rested heavily as her breathing deepened. The risk I was about to take was incredible ... but didn't she already take a big risk herself by stripping in public?!

I literally counted to 100, forcing myself to go slowly. I watched the woman beside me (as well as the snoring man in the aisle) the entire time. Motionless. Let's go.

Remaining under my own blanket, I slid my right hand along the top of my seat, finding the edge of her blanket next to me. I wiggled underneath her blanket and scooched my fingers across her seat. A few inches later and my fingers were brushing her warm, hairless leg. She didn't stir as I placed my palm against her outer thigh, and I started to move gently up her leg, feeling the softness of her flesh as I crested her thigh. I paused, heart pounding against my chest, and I wouldn't have been surprised if the pulse in my veins was strong enough to rouse the sleeping beauty.

She continued to breathe heavily, though, and I continued my exploration. My hand traveled to the soft, warm inner thigh and then, though I honestly hadn't planned it, I found my thumb pressed against her panties! I've never been so hard before, and I could have sworn that precum would saturate my pants and soak my airline blanket.

I've come this far. Could I possibly go farther?