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The stars finally aligned and my randomly selected Economy Light seat was right next to that of a pretty girl of about my age.
She sported a golden septum piercing. I despise nose piercings of any sort, but those through the septum especially; they bring to mind bulls instead of babes. Controlling my involuntarily upturning lip, I assumed my window seat beside her. Field experience is field experience after all and I'm none too keen to find out how many more flights I'll have to take to get seated next to the mythical dime.
She was engaged in conversation with her other neighbor, a good-natured older woman. Before long I had inserted myself into their travel-related dialogue. Eventually the woman became bored and we were left 1-on-1.
Here I committed what I consider to be my first mistake. I didn't ask for her name and shake her hand (maybe with a longer hold or a trick I read about but never tried consisting of lightly turning her hand in yours till it's right above, where it's said she won't remove it immediately upon your letting go) to establish the physical dialogue up front. I kept putting it off till I was forced to do it quickly as the plane was landing.
From there we talked for a while, around an hour or so. And here came my self-diagnosed second mistake. All I think I succeeded in doing was building a whole lot of rapport, but with minimal attraction. She laughed a few of times and restarted the conversation a couple of times, which could've be IoIs, but I was too locked in to the talking to watch her as closely as I should and therefore may or may not have missed some more IoIs. Something for me to note for next time.
Neither did I touch her during this time. Truth be told, I was intimidated by the airplane environment, specifically the fact I would have to sit next to her for nine hours in "shame" if I fucked up some of the "higher-risk" maneuvers in attraction-building. Yes, I know kino doesn't necessarily lead to attraction. Yes, I know I shouldn't care about fucking up but I feel justified in saying it's different when you can't leave a blown set. And I'm new to this, so chances are it would be blown.
Then the lights came down for our artificially induced sleep time. I curled up as best I could but with all this PUA garbage rattling around my skull, not to mention a mild fever and stuffy nose, I never managed to fall asleep. Instead, I amused myself by subtly placing my arm in her way on the armrest between us and seeing if and for how long she would maintain contact. I'm not sure exactly what I hoped to accomplish here. The results were predictable: sometimes she held contact for longer, sometimes for shorter. Go figure.
Some eight-odd hours later, "morning" came. I initiated a little game involving touching fingers and we fell again to talking. More of the same as above. As we were preparing to deplane, I Instagram-closed after a moment's hesitation followed by a blunt phone-handing and "type in your Instagram". Then I Instagram-closed the woman too, out of the goodness of my heart (she had an account solely to follow her children and said she would keep up with our adventures too; my heart simply melted).
Later in the airport I caught up with the girl and gave her a hug goodbye. We separated smiling.
Now my biggest question is,
What is the best way to handle building attraction in a situation like this in which escape is not an option, yet time is limited (in contrast with social-circle game)?
I suppose I also wasn't terribly clear in my goals here. As far as the classic airplane-toilet sex fantasy goes, I have a bit of an entitlement problem seeing as I haven't yet had the pleasure of putting dick in vagina. Also the added pressure of our third row-member's presence did nothing to even the playing field. Thus, I would like to take this occasion to ask for any airplane-specific stories for some inspiration.
Some miscellaneous thoughts and observations:
* Leading is slightly uncomfortable but very effective.
* She wasn't a vapor-headed bimbo and I genuinely enjoyed our conversation, regardless of whether or not I've been silently LJBF'd.
* I really need to practice kino and bringing up sexual or relationship topics, not to mention attraction-building in general.
* I need to communicate more with my eyes, especially sexual intent.
* I should try deploying some community routines (I noticed myself falling back to my own repertoire of semi-cool stories I always seem to tell but their impact is dubious).
* Vocal projection could be better. I blame my cold.
* I can mostly forget about the septum piercing if I don't look at it.
As this is my first FR, I'd also appreciate any suggestions on how to improve my writing style.
She sported a golden septum piercing. I despise nose piercings of any sort, but those through the septum especially; they bring to mind bulls instead of babes. Controlling my involuntarily upturning lip, I assumed my window seat beside her. Field experience is field experience after all and I'm none too keen to find out how many more flights I'll have to take to get seated next to the mythical dime.
She was engaged in conversation with her other neighbor, a good-natured older woman. Before long I had inserted myself into their travel-related dialogue. Eventually the woman became bored and we were left 1-on-1.
Here I committed what I consider to be my first mistake. I didn't ask for her name and shake her hand (maybe with a longer hold or a trick I read about but never tried consisting of lightly turning her hand in yours till it's right above, where it's said she won't remove it immediately upon your letting go) to establish the physical dialogue up front. I kept putting it off till I was forced to do it quickly as the plane was landing.
From there we talked for a while, around an hour or so. And here came my self-diagnosed second mistake. All I think I succeeded in doing was building a whole lot of rapport, but with minimal attraction. She laughed a few of times and restarted the conversation a couple of times, which could've be IoIs, but I was too locked in to the talking to watch her as closely as I should and therefore may or may not have missed some more IoIs. Something for me to note for next time.
Neither did I touch her during this time. Truth be told, I was intimidated by the airplane environment, specifically the fact I would have to sit next to her for nine hours in "shame" if I fucked up some of the "higher-risk" maneuvers in attraction-building. Yes, I know kino doesn't necessarily lead to attraction. Yes, I know I shouldn't care about fucking up but I feel justified in saying it's different when you can't leave a blown set. And I'm new to this, so chances are it would be blown.
Then the lights came down for our artificially induced sleep time. I curled up as best I could but with all this PUA garbage rattling around my skull, not to mention a mild fever and stuffy nose, I never managed to fall asleep. Instead, I amused myself by subtly placing my arm in her way on the armrest between us and seeing if and for how long she would maintain contact. I'm not sure exactly what I hoped to accomplish here. The results were predictable: sometimes she held contact for longer, sometimes for shorter. Go figure.
Some eight-odd hours later, "morning" came. I initiated a little game involving touching fingers and we fell again to talking. More of the same as above. As we were preparing to deplane, I Instagram-closed after a moment's hesitation followed by a blunt phone-handing and "type in your Instagram". Then I Instagram-closed the woman too, out of the goodness of my heart (she had an account solely to follow her children and said she would keep up with our adventures too; my heart simply melted).
Later in the airport I caught up with the girl and gave her a hug goodbye. We separated smiling.
Now my biggest question is,
What is the best way to handle building attraction in a situation like this in which escape is not an option, yet time is limited (in contrast with social-circle game)?
I suppose I also wasn't terribly clear in my goals here. As far as the classic airplane-toilet sex fantasy goes, I have a bit of an entitlement problem seeing as I haven't yet had the pleasure of putting dick in vagina. Also the added pressure of our third row-member's presence did nothing to even the playing field. Thus, I would like to take this occasion to ask for any airplane-specific stories for some inspiration.
Some miscellaneous thoughts and observations:
* Leading is slightly uncomfortable but very effective.
* She wasn't a vapor-headed bimbo and I genuinely enjoyed our conversation, regardless of whether or not I've been silently LJBF'd.
* I really need to practice kino and bringing up sexual or relationship topics, not to mention attraction-building in general.
* I need to communicate more with my eyes, especially sexual intent.
* I should try deploying some community routines (I noticed myself falling back to my own repertoire of semi-cool stories I always seem to tell but their impact is dubious).
* Vocal projection could be better. I blame my cold.
* I can mostly forget about the septum piercing if I don't look at it.
As this is my first FR, I'd also appreciate any suggestions on how to improve my writing style.
