Well, the flight wasn’t as eventful as I hoped, but still managed to have a little bit of fun. It was an overnight flight from USA to the UK and was absolutely full.
I ended up sitting in the middle of three seats, with the husband on my left by the aisle, and a younger mid 20s guy on my right by the window.
He wasn’t my usual type, a bit of a jock I guess, but was cute. I’d say just over 6 foot, wearing tracksuit bottoms and some sports top, but I did make sure I leant forward slightly to give him a good look at my cleavage as we sat down.
The first few hours were lit up and pretty much like any other flight. We had a bit of a chat, small talk mostly, he was an American coming over to visit some old friends, but he didn’t seem very interested in talking and put headphones in soon after takeoff, which meant flirting the old fashioned way was out.
It wasn’t until after a couple of rounds of drinks and the lights went out and everyone started settling down to get some sleep that I put my plan into motion.