Plane Gas
Hey guys, I haven’t had any new experiences since my last story but yesterday I was blessed with one. I was so tired so I didn’t get to type it yesterday but here we are now. Hope you enjoy.
So I was making my way to the airport to take a plane to the USA to live with family for vacation since it’s summer break. Boarding the plane now, I realized that I had the middle seat which sucks for me because I’m a tall guy and I need leg room (plane rides always suck for that reason) but it wasn’t an extraordinarily long flight and I usually sleep through flights anyway.
I head to my seat and I already see the two people I’d be sharing a row with. There was a business man sitting in the aisle seat reading a book and in the window seat was this mature looking woman.
To describe her, she looks about 42 years old, turns out she was a mother of two boys, she was wearing blue washed denim jeans with a pink shirt and a blue washed denim jacket to complete her ensemble. She had some silver streaks in her hair, smile lines with a pretty smile and dark blue eyes with blonde hair. If you see her she’d just look like she had a regular “mom build” to her but I still found her rather enticing because I don’t mind that.
Anyways, I take my seat, our pilot gives the usual instructions and attendants give their demonstration of safety protocol and we take off. An hour into the flight, the businessman to my right is still reading a book with his neck pillow and the mother to my left is eating a sandwich. Flights make me anxious and claustrophobic at times so I usually listen to some music and chew some gum to relax so I close my eyes to get into that calm state and block out the world around me. It wasn’t too long after where I get a quick whiff of something beefy. I open my eyes because my mind immediately went to “did someone just fart?” But of course I quickly dissipated that thought because people eat on planes all the time so it’s probably the smell of someone’s food, then I remember the mother next to me eating her sandwich. I look at her through my peripheral vision and yup she’s still eating so I’m like “Okay, it’s just her sandwich”. I close my eyes again and try to sleep. 20 minutes after of tossing and turning and I get that whiff again but stronger. It smelt like burnt beef but with a strong concentrated smell. Even I had to screw my nose up a bit at the smell. It literally hit me like a truck. This time I knew something might be off… I look to my right to see if it was the businessman. He’s fast asleep then I look to my left and the mother is no longer eating but now she’s scrolling through her laptop and her belly looks bloated. I was like “holy shit, could she be-?” I stopped the thought because I didn’t want to assume anything or let my mind run wild so I just ignore it again and close my eyes. Not much happened for another 30 minutes but then I heard a small pop to my left followed by an immediate eggy concentrated smell. I knew it couldn’t be anything else but a nasty eggy fart from her. I try to not glance over at her to embarrass her but I can see her brows furrow a bit at the smell. She probably thought I didn’t hear anything with my AirPods in but there wasn’t music playing at the time as my ears began to hurt from playing music for so long. I just keep my head forehead and bask in the smell for a bit. I kid you not, for the next 5 minutes she was ripping SBDs every couple seconds. Each had their own signature eggy smell travelling from her straight to my nose. Poor businessman fast asleep, if he was awake, he’d probably think it was me lmao. Something about the way she looked and carried herself doesn’t scream “I rip ass 24/7 on a plane” which made it even hotter.
The pilot says we’re preparing to land after another 25 minutes. So I decide to turn to her and ask her where she’s heading and I asked her a little about her family which is how I found out she was a mother. I didn’t want her to feel embarrassed that I could smell her farts so I told her this was my first time flying alone and that I often get nervous on flights too. This….had the opposite effect as she blushed a bit and chuckled probably now assuming that I COULD actually smell her farts for half the plane ride.
What’s even funnier is that she did t get up once to use the bathroom since she started bowing hot air into her plane seat next to me. She just sat there firing her noxious gas directly into the seat which turned me on even more at the thought she just sat there hypothetically shitting herself.
Anyways, we land and step off the plane and she wished me luck in the state I’m going to and I thanked her and we went our separate ways. Even as I’m writing this, I can’t imagine that happened. I’ve been on plane rides before with people who had nervous gas but it was no where near as bad and consistent as hers were and usually people who get nervous farts and bloating carry Gas-X or something.
I hope she got all her gas out on the plane and didn’t continue gassing the whole airport wherever she was, I feel sorry for those people if she was.