Travel blog: Physical touch down in Amsterdam- How thirsty am I actually?

I'm eating jamon iberico ham on a croissant and sipping expresso in an airport lounge😌. I just got here and I'm already having a great time. On the plane here, me and the guy to my left(I sat in the middle)- a hot, bearded, slightly pudgy, German guy...Midflight we took off our shoes and played footsie. I didn't realize how hungry I was for physical touch. I was hard the entire time. 

God- something about that moment when you both realize that the accidental foot touching isn't so accidental. Tentative touch after tentative touch. The one-shot-flight-secret-intimacy-lottery. Where 99% of the other passengers wouldn't have participated, maybe some would have even hailed a flight attended to try and get me added to a list fit for perverts. But for some reason, he was my type,  and for some reason he was also interested, and for some reason he was sitting right next to me. 

I like how he melted into me. Towards the beginning of the journey he sort of held himself  away as if he were afraid to touch me. We taxied for takeoff, a rumbly ascension later, and he cautiously allowed his thigh and knee to grace mine. Shirking back whenever I twitched or made a movement. But eventually he stopped retreating, in my mind I'm like "yeah babe I know I feel good, you do too, let me touch you". 

I don't know if you believe in telepathy or not but after that prayer he let his weight rest behind his touch, he laid into me. Oh God, full contact at every place possible, from thigh to knee to calf muscle. His leg was chunkier, mine more toned. There was still innocent pretence. Strangers rest against each other all the time. 

But A few minutes later I took my shoe off. With increased sensitivity I could make out the ridges of his shoe with my left pinky, digitus quartus et tertius pedis. 

*Hold on, as I write this, in the window of a store- am I looking at a Goddamned birkin right now? oh no never mind its just balenciaga. anyways.*

My heart started to seriously beat when he repeated after me, he took his shoes off too. Omg his feet stank so good God help me. And his foot was warm, hot even. But I could only partially tell, a few of his right toes connected to the mid flank of my left foot. Still some pretense.

We started a dance, feeling each others boundaries out. He bounced his leg, I bounced mine, he tapped his foot, I inched further left. He encroached over me and I encouraged it with slight toe dorsiflexions. At a certain point I realized, maybe I was the only one with any pretense left, his foot was all but resting on top of mine. his whole thigh and upper body tense and frozen. He was awake and he knew what we were doing.

Alright I can assume were on the same page and I wanted more- so I shifted further left, leaving out from under his. I wrapped around the front of his foot a bit, my heel slipping over his midfoot arch, and the ball of my foot stepping down, mashing his toes.   

Under the cover of darkness, we were getting gay lol. And the thought that he was just as hard and constricted in his pants as I was added to the electricity. Something about physical touch. The more aroused I became the more brazen we behaved. We slipped and touched until the acute fire of lust died down a bit and was replaced by a premature yet profound intimacy. We settled into an orientation of contact that was both full and comfortable for both of us, and we slept some hours like that. 

Upon landing the lights turned on. He was wearing a wedding band, can't make this up.