[jonjacobs64]

Hi all. I've been reading this site for years and years but am posting now for the first time. I had an experience last night that I simply HAD to share. I am a forum-lurker no more!

Whenever I board a plane by myself, I'm always secretly praying to be seated next to an attractive woman. It almost never happens, but at least looking around at the gate and imagining who I'd most like to sit next to helps pass the time.

Now, it's rare for me to take a red eye flight, but that's where I found myself last night. This heightened the stakes as the flight time was rather long, and there was a possibility of the "low key massive thrill" of "sleeping with" an attractive stranger.

I boarded in an early group and took my (exit row!) window seat. The aisle was already filled by a young man in shorts. As each attractive lady passed by our row, I experienced my usual pangs of disappointment - until a fairly pretty girl in tight pants and a baggy sweatshirt did indeed slide into the seat next to mine!

Finally, some good luck on a plane! I read for a while, keeping my eye on the young woman beside me. She played on her phone, watched Netflix, listened to music, etc. As the flight progressed and the lights dimmed, I tried to get some shut-eye. My seatmate was fidgeting a lot and drawing my attention, though, so I didn't get any meaningful sleep.

About an hour into the four-hour flight, she got up to use the bathroom. I was somewhat cold and turned off the air blower above us while she was gone and closed my eyes again. She returned and watched Netflix for only another five minutes or so before deciding to try to fall asleep herself.

After a few minutes, the most unbelievable thing happened. Perhaps because it was now warmer than she was used to, my seatmate pulled off her sweatshirt, revealing her thin-strapped tank top underneath. Her modest cleavage was on display, and her arms were fully exposed. But then--could it be?--she leaned forward to put something in her bag, and I could see her entire back! I was sitting in such a way that I could open my eyes without being noticed, and my close examination confirmed what seemed impossibly true: She was sitting next to me in only a bra. It didn't look like a sports bra to me, something that you might wear at the beach or on a jog. To my eye, it looked like just an ordinary, underwear-style bra!

Well, any thought of getting some actual sleep just flew out the escape hatch. I basically spent the next two hours staring at this woman's exposed chest, using every scrap of Jedi power flowing through me to help her fall peacefully asleep.

Now, even though the plane was full of deeply sleeping people, including the loudly snoring man behind me, my seatmate never actually fell into a heavy sleep. Over and over again, I saw her head slowly nod and then start back up. I even tried to position my shoulder closer to her head on the off chance that she'd unconsciously lean it against me, but no luck. But still, there were several moments that delivered on the promise of a "low key massive thrill."

First, I was sitting with my arms across my chest, my right hand on my left arm, which was resting on the armrest between us. Obviously, I pretended to be soundly asleep the whole time. Usually, when her bare arm brushed against my hand, she would move gently away. But twice, her sleeping arm pressed up against me for a while, allowing for an extended press of warm flesh.

And second, as we neared the end of our flight, I put myself "all in" to the situation. Knowing that she was sleeping (though not very deeply), I basically positioned my "sleeping" body so that my face was about six inches from her chest. I carefully observed the details of her small breasts resting against her chest and traced the outline of her bra, scanning for (but, alas, not seeing) a nipple poking out. During this close examination, she did press up against my hand one more time, generating some very electric intimacy in my sleep-deprived brain.

The whole time, I had this forum on my mind. Did she want to give a show? (Why else would she take off her shirt?) Any interest in a mile-high experience? (I highly doubt it; she pulled away from minor brushes.) Would this be the event that pushed me to finally post? (It is!)

After the landing announcement, my seatmate pulled the thin airline blanket over her chest, ending the show. I knew you all wouldn't believe me without evidence, though, so I did my best to sneak in a video when we finally landed and she put her sweatshirt back on. Stills below!

Now that the dam is broken, I might start sharing my many voyeur tales in other threads on this forum. Thanks for reading!