Always been a voyuer!
June 1968
I had to travel from Cleveland, Ohio to Wichita Falls, Texas for business. A young man, 22, I was inexperienced. I took my seat by the window. As soon as I settled in for the two-hour flight my seatmate came onboard. A new mother and her infant daughter, less than a month old. This was back when it was still the custom to dress up when you traveled. My tie and jacket would probably look out of place today but in the late sixties, it was considered the uniform of the day. Amy, that’s a pseudonym, was dressed in a tight skirt, a see-through, white blouse over a white lacy slip, and a lacy half bra. She said this was her first time flying and if it wouldn’t be too much trouble would I change seats so she could look out the window? Her blouse and bra gave me a clear view of her, I would guess ‘B’, breasts. I much preferred the view I had to looking out the window, so I said I would be delighted to change with her. She kept her daughter on her lap the whole flight. I was hoping maybe she would be breastfeeding the infant but no joy there. The little bundle slept the whole time, nestled in her mother’s lap.
After take-off, everyone relaxed and we began to chat. She was on her way to a town outside of Dallas to introduce her daughter to her parents. Amy was about my age, just 5 feet tall and slender in build. After a short time, I noticed her bra had shifted and her nipples were exposed in all their dark, brown glory. They were almost the color of her areola, which were quite large, about 3 inches in diameter. We stayed in conversation the whole flight but I could barely take my eyes off those, oh, so inviting nipples and the milky white skin of her chest. I had a hard-on the whole time but couldn’t appease my libido, although I wanted to masturbate in the best way.
At the end of the flight, we exchanged pleasantries and went our separate ways! I often wonder if her life has been kind to her. She deserved that being the sweetest little lady I’ve ever met!
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