Exploring the next seat passenger

“Ma’am, your boarding pass, please?”

The attendant’s voice was a gentle reminder of the bustling world outside the boarding gate. Me Sandhya, a 38-year-old woman, handed the boarding pass to the attendant. I am wearing a saree with all the usual wear, the gold border glinting under the fluorescent lights.

The attendant nodded and returned the pass that read ‘Dubai’ with a stamp. I took a deep breath, my heart racing with excitement. I am returning to Abu Dhabi after a short trip to India. I was looking for an empty seat to wait for the boarding announcement. That’s when I saw her.

Aisha was a teenage girl with a mane of dark hair that fell in soft waves down from her head cover. She wore a typical black colour, Burka. She was seated by the window, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone, her thumbs dancing across it. I felt a peculiar thrill at the sight of her youthful beauty.

“Excuse me,” I said with a warm voice. Aisha looked up, her eyes widening before she offered a shy smile. “Is this seat taken?”

Aisha glanced at the space beside her and shook her head. “No, ma’am,” she replied, her voice as sweet as jaggery. “Please, sit.” I took the seat.

Our conversation began tentatively with the usual travel banter. Why they were going to Dubai, what they hoped to see, the usual complaints about flight delays. But as the minutes ticked by, the air grew thicker with an unspoken tension.

I noticed the way Aisha’s eyes would occasionally flicker towards me, a question lingering in our depths. I felt a sudden urge to reach out and brush the girl’s cheek, to feel the softness of her skin.

“You know,” I began, leaning in slightly, “I’ve been in Dubai for several years. It’s quite the adventure.”

Aisha looked at me, curiosity piqued. “What’s the best thing about it?”

“The best thing,” I said, in a seductive voice, “is that it’s a place where you can be anyone you want to be.”

The air between us crackled with a silent understanding. I felt a thrill of anticipation as I saw the spark of interest in Aisha’s eyes.

“Ma’am,” she said, her voice a little quieter, “what do you mean by that?”

I leaned closer, my breath warm against her ear. “It’s a city of secrets, where you can explore sides of yourself you never knew existed.” My hand rested lightly on her thigh, the fabric of her abaya stretching taut over her skin. “You ever felt like there’s more to life than what you’ve been told?”

Aisha’s eyes searched mine, a hint of nervousness in her gaze. “Sometimes,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Well,” I said, my voice a gentle purr, “today might be the day you find out.”

Aisha’s eyes widened, and she looked around, but the area was mostly empty. Only a few stray travellers dotted the rows of seats.

“Ma’am,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “I don’t know what you’re—”

“Shh,” I hushed her, placing a finger gently against her lips. “Just listen. I can see something in you, something… curious.”

Aisha’s breath hitched, and she stared at me, her eyes wide and questioning. I removed my hand from her thigh and took hers in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re going to love it in Dubai,” I said, my voice low and inviting. “But only if you’re open to new experiences.”

“Like what?” she asked, her curiosity clear despite the blush creeping up her neck.

“Well,” I began, my eyes dropping to her lap, “have you ever felt… something… when you’re all alone?”

Aisha’s cheeks grew even redder, but she didn’t pull away. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely a murmur.

“Sometimes,” I whispered, “women have needs that they can’t express. Needs that society doesn’t always understand.”

“Ma’am,” she said, her voice a soft tremor, “what are you suggesting?”

“Let’s just say,” I whispered, my eyes locked on hers, “that I can show you some of those experiences.”

As we boarded the plane, most of the seats remained empty, a stroke of luck that sent a thrill down my spine. I directed Aisha to the back of the aircraft, where we found ourselves surrounded by vacant seats.

The cabin crew barely glanced our way as we settled in. The privacy gave me the courage to act on my desires.

“Are you sure about this, Aisha?” I asked, my voice a seductive whisper as I took the seat beside her.

Her eyes searched mine, a storm of emotions swirling within them. “I… I don’t know,” she stuttered, but she didn’t pull away when I placed my hand on her thigh.

“Don’t worry,” I assured her.

The plane’s engines roared to life, and the aircraft began to move, the vibrations adding to the tension in the air. I leaned closer, my hand moving in her abaya, tracing an opening. “Just let go,” I whispered, my breath tickling her ear. “Let me show you something beautiful.”

Aisha’s breath grew ragged, and she looked at me with a mix of fear and longing. “But, ma’am,” she whispered, “what if someone sees?”

“That’s part of the thrill,” I replied, my smile playful and mischievous. “But don’t worry, the seats are empty, no one will see us, even the flight attendants will stop walking around once settled.”

Aisha’s heart raced, and she looked around nervously. But she was also curious, and something about my confidence was reassuring. She nodded, and I took that as my cue.

“Good girl,” I said, my voice a soft purr. “Now, just relax and let me take care of you.”

Aisha’s eyes grew even wider as my hand slipped under the fold of her abaya. She took a sharp intake of breath when my fingers grazed the fabric of her panties.

“Ma’am,” she gasped, her voice a sultry mix of excitement and apprehension.

“Do you like that?” I whispered, my thumb circling the fabric covering her clit.

Aisha’s eyes fluttered closed, and she nodded, her breathing shallow and rapid. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper. “But I’ve never… I’m not sure…”

“That’s okay,” I reassured her, my voice a warm caress. “I’ll guide you through it.”

Aisha’s body tensed as my fingers found their way under her panties, the heat from her pussy making me wet with desire. “Ma’am,” she whispered, her voice a needy whine, “I don’t know if this is right.”

“Don’t think about right or wrong,” I murmured, my voice a gentle command. “Just feel.”

Aisha’s eyes searched mine for a moment, and then she nodded, her breath hitching as my fingertips grazed her slick folds. “Ma’am,” she whispered, “I’ve never done this before.”

I was surprised to hear that and got excited to touch the untouched, even by my fingers.

“Don’t worry,” I said, my voice soothing and full of promise. “You’re in good hands.”

Aisha’s eyes searched mine, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in their depths. I knew she was on the edge, torn between the desire to flee and the curiosity that held her in place. I leaned closer, my breath warm against her cheek.

“Trust me,” I whispered, my hand continuing to explore her tender flesh. “This is going to be an experience you’ll never forget.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away as my middle finger slid into her wetness, the sound of her gasp muffled by the rumble of the plane’s engines. “Oh, ma’am,” she breathed, her hips instinctively moving to meet my touch. “It feels… different.”

“Good, different?” I asked, my voice a low purr.

“Ye-yes,” Aisha stuttered, her eyes squeezed shut as I began to pump my finger in and out of her. Her hips rolled with each thrust, her body responding to the sensations I was giving her.

“Good,” I murmured, my thumb now circling her clit. “Just let it happen, Aisha.”

Her eyes flew open, meeting mine with a mix of shock and arousal. “Ma’am, I… I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Believe it, sweet girl,” I murmured, increasing the speed of my finger. “Your body knows what it wants.”

Aisha’s breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling beneath the confines of her abaya. “Ma’am,” she gasped, “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m awakening your desires,” I whispered, my voice a gentle caress. “Your body is made for pleasure, and I’m going to show you just how much.”

Aisha’s eyes searched mine, a mix of confusion and growing arousal. “But, ma’am,” she panted, “what if we get caught?”

“The risk makes it all the more thrilling,” I replied with a wink. “Now, let’s not waste any more time.”

Aisha bit her bottom lip, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and excitement. “What should I do?” she breathed, her voice trembling slightly.

“I want you to go to the washroom,” I instructed, my voice low and steady. “Take off your panties and come back to me.”

Aisha’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t argue. She nodded and stood up, her legs shaky from the excitement. She walked away, her abaya swaying gently, leaving me with the scent of her arousal lingering in the air.

“Don’t take too long,” I called after her, my voice a seductive promise.