The too small airline seats

The too small airline seats

This fictional story was inspired by the occupant of the seat next to mine on a recent overnight flight to Europe. I do not know her name or where she is from, but this story is dedicated to her.

I had a long flight ahead of me and the gate is usually a very dull place. On this evening, the objet desir at the gate was a tall beauty about 18 years of age. She was leaning against a far wall apparently oblivious to the fact that she was thus worshipped. She was a brunette with fairly short hair and wearing a nice skirt and blouse. The skirt looked shorter than it was, since much of her legs were below the hemline. Her legs just seemed to go on and on. All in all I estimate her height to be a stunning 6’2”, which is 4 inches shorter than I am. I’ve always had a thing for tall girls with long legs.

For this particular flight I tried in vain to get a seat with some real leg room, but alas it was booked full, and I wasn’t quick enough. At least I had an aisle seat. I board with a small carry on bag and head for my seat… but I keep walking and walking and find my seat in the vary last row where the plane was already starting to narrow. A pair of seats were crammed into a small space. In fact these seat were smaller than the rest just so they could cram them in here. I curse and appeal to the very cute flight attendant hiding in the back of the plane. She can do nothing. I sit in the aisle seat and stretch my legs over the window seat… except there is no window here, just the wall. The windows ended three aisles up. Maybe I’ll get lucky and the owner of this seat won’t show…

Minutes go by… The seat remains empty. They are about to close the bulkhead. I’m going to get lucky…. And then I see her walking down the aisle. The very same tall beauty from the gate. My heart skips a beat and my mind is conflicted. Do I want her to sit here or not? She’s way too tall for the seat next to me, and I’m going to be very uncomfortable, but I hope it’s hers.

She approaches and sees me sprawled out. She instantly appraises the situation excepting my admiration of her features.
“Poor luck old man,” She says with a smile.
“Hey! I’m not all that old.”
“Well, you’re a older than I am,” She had me there.
I jump up out of the seat so she can take her seat and she’s looking around for a larger seat.
“I already did that.”
“Did what?”
“Looked for a larger seat.”
“Oh. I guess we’ll have to make do,” as she claims her seat.
I look down and see that her legs are in my way. I wait. She moves them a bit, but they’re still on my side. It seems that she can’t put them in front of her. I am waiting and she’s a bit flustered. She then splits her legs and puts one knee on each side of the seat in front of her and her skirt rids up a bit. I look down and see a lacy pair of white underwear covering what must be a treasure. I try not to stare, but she catches me. I’m not sure what to do, so I decide to apologize.
“I am sorry. I can’t help myself. Your beauty puts unreasonable demands on my mind,”
She laughs as she adjusts her skirt. “I should apologize. It was not my intention to torture you like that.” Now it’s my turn to laugh as I take my seat keeping my legs in the aisle, since there is no other easy place to put them.

The ice is broken and small talk with this beauty is easy. She is very pleasant and seems to like me as much as I like her. She puts her hand on my biceps in an affectionate manner as we talk and laugh. A large flight attendant comes lumbering down the aisle and in another life she could be a drill sergeant. She insists that my legs be removed from the aisle and she’s not just yelling at me, but also at the shy girl sitting next to me, as if it’s her fault too since her legs are in my seat well. She lifts up her legs and goes into a fetal position and I see a tear form in her eye. I move my legs from the aisle into the well of her seat. This is finally comfortable for me, but I’m sure the poor girl won’t like this for very long. She looks unhappy.

“You can put your legs on top of mine.” I offer. She hesitates. I’m wearing shorts and my hairy legs don’t seem to inspire her very much.
“No really. It would be OK.” I smile to her. She finally smiles back and places her smooth long legs over mine. Her knees are in the middle of my lap. The feel of her legs against mine is exceptional. She moves her legs a bit and we become more comfortable together. I close my eyes to savor the feeling. When I look up, I can see her eyes are closed too. I like this girl very much.

We continue with small talk for a while. She is just on her way to start college near my home town and she’s very nervous about it. She’s unfamiliar with the area and doesn’t know anyone there. I offer to help her get settled in. She’s nice and doesn’t reject it out of hand as one might expect a stranger to do.

We’re sitting like this as the meal is served and it’s assumed we’re a couple. When the meal is done, she puts a blanket over both of us and it looks like an attempt to sleep is in order. A pillow is placed behind her head. She is the picture of health and beauty.

After a few moments she leans forward and tries to reach her feet, but fails to reach them and sighs.
“Is there something I can help you with?”
“Um. Um. OK. Can you get my shoes off?”
“Oh. Sure.” I look at her feet and see the elegant straps. This won’t be too hard. I undo one set of straps and pull the shoe from her foot. I then undo the other. I notice that she’s still wearing socks and I decide to go after these as well.
“Oh. My socks. OK. You can take them off too.”
I playfully pull at her socks and I start to massage her feet as I ineptly work at her socks. I’m in no hurry to actually remove them. I push my thumbnail into the arch of her foot and discover that she is very ticklish. She playfully resists my efforts and I am enjoying not only her feet but also her legs as the wriggle and slide about on my legs. This is quite fun, and soon I am sporting a very large erection which she cannot see.

I continue to play with her feet and when the socks are removed, I continue caressing and massaging her bare feet. She looks rather pensive. She probably wants to stop me, but hesitates and lets me continue for the present. I take it slowly understanding that it wouldn’t take much to scare her off. She seems inexperienced with men.

My hands drift to her ankles and then to her calves to start to massage the muscles there under the blanket.