In my younger days I flew from the east to LA to see a former girlfriend. On the flight I sat next to a woman a few years older than me. She Ana I shyly began a conversation and found some common interests. When she asked the flight attendant for a blanket, I thought that she would doze off privately. She slowly began to snuggle up against me and eventually, over a slow hour of building anticipation, pulled my arm so my hand was in her lap. She guided me to her pussy which was shaven but had a little stubble. I only felt it because of the blanket but it was beautiful. Inner lips. Moist. I fingered her slowly and lovingly until we landed. I asked for her phone number and she gave it but alas nothing came of it. I was back East in a week.
But I did have the memories!
