Snuggled up against you in the dimly lit cabin of this plane, slowly becoming intoxicated on your rich earthy scent has really gotten my imagination worked up. You have one arm draped over my shoulders and your other hand resting on my thigh under the blanket under our shared blanket.
I look up at you and you must see the desire in my eyes as you begin slowly rubbing my thigh with your thumb. I scoot down a little in my seat trying to manipulate your hand into moving up my thigh. It stays put and I feel the slight rumble of your chest as you quietly laugh. Fucking tease.
Looking across the aisle, I see the man occupying that side of the row has fallen asleep with his book in his lap. We are in the last row of the plane so I know no one is watching from behind and most eyes in front of us are either shut or glued to screens. Emboldened by that assumption, I place my hand on top of yours under the blanket and begin pulling it closer to my dampening panties, while I bite my lip and look up at you with pleading eyes. You kiss my forehead innocently but allow naughtier desires to win and you allow me to drag your hand up my thigh.