You’re already seated in the middle seat as the last few passengers board. The cabin is cramped, filled with the low drone of the engines and quiet conversations.
A soft voice beside you speaks up.
“Hi… I think that’s my seat.”
You glance up. A beautiful girl is looking sheepishly at you, petite and slim, with long blonde hair and delicate features. She wears a cropped hoodie and light grey leggings made of thin, stretchy fabric. The material hugs tightly around her hips, visibly wedged between her cheeks, outlining them in sharp detail.
Before you can get up, she offers a quick, nervous smile and starts to squeeze through — flustered, clearly too shy to make you move.Her hoodie lifts as she leans forward, one hand on the seat in front. She shifts slightly, trying to gain a bit more leverage, and her butt presses even closer. Her ass cheeks, perfectly framed in those leggings, is now mere inches from your face. You can smell a faint, sweet scent, likely her shampoo or body wash, mingling with the airplane's sterile air.
She exhales quietly, murmuring: “I'm so sorry… almost—”