Feet in a plane.
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Beavis74
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Feet in a plane.
Ha! Saw a thread on reddit with this link of a dude that flew across the country with a lady using his one armrest as a footrest. I figured our community might dig it.
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Thanks a lot for the link! Makes me remember a summer 1987 flight from New York to Vienna where a young Austrian woman sat behind me. As soon as she sat down she pulled out a newspaper to read and propped a shoeless foot up on my armrest and I felt her foot against the log sleeve of my shirt. I sat as if I were cold with my arms wrapped around me and lightly felt the ball of her hosed foot and even felt the whorls in the skin. She kept the foot up there until the movie was shown. Immediately after the movie the newspaper and the foot came up again. When the plane was coming down to land in Vienna, she pulled back the foot and wiggled her big toe against my fingers. I saw she was wearing hose and pink flats as she exited the plane. I was going on to Jordan on the same plane and when an Austrian guy with a terrible body odor sat beside me, I found out that his girlfriend was seated a couple of seats front. I suggested that I change seats with her and he thought how wonderful that was, not knowing I would do anything to get away from the smell (they were actually going to Bangkok, so he was going to stink around the world. The nice thing was I was then seated with a young married Jordanian woman whose husband had left his seat to go talk to some buddies and stayed away the whole flight. I had seen the woman in Kennedy Airport and she was always playing with her high heels. On the plane she had kicked them off and was barefoot. About halfway to Jordan, she curled up in the 2 seats beside me but unfortunately with her head instead of her feet by my lap.
Other memories: a woman behind me on a flight to Switzerland, probably in her fifties, kind of small and with a really awful hairdo. When the meal was served I sat forward in my seat and put my socked feet back on the little rung under the seat. Before I knew it, I felt a foot brush mine and we played footsie for awhile. At one point her 2 feet made a sandwich of my heel. After the trays were cleared, she propped a foot on my armrest, but unfortunately it was tightly wrapped in her blanket. I think she kept trying to keep it back but it was always slipping front and touching the back of my arm. I again wrapped my arms around myself and during the movie massaged her toes through the blanket. I could not find an opening to reach under the blanket. When she exited the plane in Zurich, she was in brown flats and green socks.
Honorable mention to the young Japanese woman flying from Singapore to Seattle who sat behind me. She was dressed up in a white dress and heels, with lacy stockings. At one point she extended her little foot between the seats and pushed very hard against the back of my arm. A Sri Lankan woman next to me happened to see it and glared at the Japanese woman, probably wondering why I did not complain to her. Also thank you to the not-so-young Filipina who was seated beside me on the first plane out of Manila after a typhoon, with a lack of passengers. When she first came aboard she slipped out of her black high heels and stood on the seat in her black stocking feet to put her bag in the overhead bin. Nothing too unusual occurred on the long flight leg to Honolulu but when no other passengers got on there, she moved to the row behind us and curled up on the seats to sleep. Luckily she managed to get her feet in the space between the seats of my row and the plane was kept dark so people could sleep on the neverending leg to Los Angeles. I touched her feet most of the time.
On a flight from Los Angeles to Bangkok, it seemed no one was seated behind me but eventually a middle-aged woman sat there on and off next to her elderly mother. The middle-aged woman's assigned seat was several rows front but she kept taking the empty seat to talk to her mother. During the movie she sat behind me and her feet were in tennis socks. When she crossed her legs, the foot would hit me in the arm lightly as she slipped it into the space between the seats.
That's all I can recall right now that happened to me with feet between seats or on armrests. I know I had a wonderful flight from Europe sometime where I was in the emergency exit row and there was a lot of space between me and the door. The woman behind me stretched her shoeless feet into that space but I can't remember details. And I have had many other enjoyable foot escapades in the air.
Other memories: a woman behind me on a flight to Switzerland, probably in her fifties, kind of small and with a really awful hairdo. When the meal was served I sat forward in my seat and put my socked feet back on the little rung under the seat. Before I knew it, I felt a foot brush mine and we played footsie for awhile. At one point her 2 feet made a sandwich of my heel. After the trays were cleared, she propped a foot on my armrest, but unfortunately it was tightly wrapped in her blanket. I think she kept trying to keep it back but it was always slipping front and touching the back of my arm. I again wrapped my arms around myself and during the movie massaged her toes through the blanket. I could not find an opening to reach under the blanket. When she exited the plane in Zurich, she was in brown flats and green socks.
Honorable mention to the young Japanese woman flying from Singapore to Seattle who sat behind me. She was dressed up in a white dress and heels, with lacy stockings. At one point she extended her little foot between the seats and pushed very hard against the back of my arm. A Sri Lankan woman next to me happened to see it and glared at the Japanese woman, probably wondering why I did not complain to her. Also thank you to the not-so-young Filipina who was seated beside me on the first plane out of Manila after a typhoon, with a lack of passengers. When she first came aboard she slipped out of her black high heels and stood on the seat in her black stocking feet to put her bag in the overhead bin. Nothing too unusual occurred on the long flight leg to Honolulu but when no other passengers got on there, she moved to the row behind us and curled up on the seats to sleep. Luckily she managed to get her feet in the space between the seats of my row and the plane was kept dark so people could sleep on the neverending leg to Los Angeles. I touched her feet most of the time.
On a flight from Los Angeles to Bangkok, it seemed no one was seated behind me but eventually a middle-aged woman sat there on and off next to her elderly mother. The middle-aged woman's assigned seat was several rows front but she kept taking the empty seat to talk to her mother. During the movie she sat behind me and her feet were in tennis socks. When she crossed her legs, the foot would hit me in the arm lightly as she slipped it into the space between the seats.
That's all I can recall right now that happened to me with feet between seats or on armrests. I know I had a wonderful flight from Europe sometime where I was in the emergency exit row and there was a lot of space between me and the door. The woman behind me stretched her shoeless feet into that space but I can't remember details. And I have had many other enjoyable foot escapades in the air.
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