She boarded the plane slowly - searching the aisle for her seat. She was rewarded with a window and a wide, comfortable area. She stored her carry-on and climbed into the seat, making herself comfortable. She'd worn a long, flowing black skirt, a black tank top with no bra and a jeans jacket - completing the look with her silver jewelry and simple black flip flops.
Settling in, she sipped her coffee and started reading her mindless paperback. She looked up to see a non-descript man sit next to her. Nodding, she smiled and returned to her book. As the plane loaded, she paid no attention to other passengers or the announcements made by the flight staff. Her brain was full of studying and learning, and she just wanted to clear her mind with a good mystery.
Just as the plane was ready to take off, her seat mate moved over one seat, explaining that the end wasn't taken, and this would give them each more room. Once again, she smiled and nodded, not anxious to make small talk.
Once in the air, she started thinking about the man she just left. Having had to leave him a few days ago, her mind was still full of the fantasies that never occurred. She squirmed in her seat, feeling the flush of her skin. She was sensitive to the touch, and could not get comfortable. Being restless with desire, she decided to be daring.
She took off her jacket and placed it in her lap. She then crossed her legs, exposing her skin to no one but the side of the plane. She inched her hands down to her panties, and glad that she wore a thong, pushed the small piece of material that covered her wet clit aside.
She covered her hand up with the jacket, certain nobody could see. She gradually moved her hand and finger, caressing her incredibly sensitive area, taking quick breaths, and trying not to moan. It felt oh so good - and knowing she was doing this on a plane escalated her desire.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man glancing at her. He thought she couldn't see, so he kept looking at her breasts, peeking out the top of the skimpy material. She saw him graze her body with his eyes, always returning to her breasts. She kept on pretending to read, slowly and firmly stroking her clit - barely moving her finger so as to not bring any attention to what she was doing. Her long, soft gypsy skirt rode up her bare and tanned legs. The man glanced back again and eyed her legs - possibly wondering to himself if she could possibly be doing what he thought.
Sticking two fingers inside herself, she felt the warm juices gush around her. Hardly able to stand it, she moved her finger back to her clit, and started rubbing once more. She brought herself to the brink of orgasm many times, but the feeling was so delicious she wasn't ready to cum.
Noticing the man looking at her heaving breasts, she was so tempted to take a nipple out and give it a squeeze. Knowing it was impossible, just the thought brought another tingle to her swollen and dripping pussy. Unable to stand it anymore, she quickened the pace of her finger and brought herself once more to the edge - but this time she gave into the feeling, and waves of pleasure took over her entire body.
She struggled to sit still, much less cry out, as orgasm after orgasm hit her. It was such a satisfying yet incredibly exciting feeling - having just made herself cum in front of her seat mate, on a full plane. The man glanced over yet again, his eyes once more roaming her body and landing on her hand in her lap. He had had his head buried in a laptop the whole time, only to glance up at her time and time again - thinking she didn't know he was watching. Still not sure he knew what he saw; the man took one last, longing look at her breasts with the hard nipples protruding, and started to look back at the computer, only to be rewarded with the vision of her sucking on her fingers.
She closed her eyes, and dozed, content and satisfied - yet still warm and tingly. Every once in a while she would open her eyelids slightly, and was rewarded with the vision of the man eyeing her body, admiring her legs and breasts. He licked his lips more than once, and while she pretended to sleep, she moved her legs, exposing her thighs even more. The game was getting fun, and she was disappointed when the captain announced their upcoming arrival. She was more than willing to take this a step farther, having eyed his erection under the laptop.
His obvious admiration of her body made her hot, and she wondered how his tongue would feel on her still sopping pussy. Once the plane landed, she put on her jacket and pulled down her skirt - to the dismay of the man. He took one last sideways look at her and sighed. She smiled and nodded; when he practically dropped his laptop, she licked her lips and winked, and quickly walked off the plane, her pussy lips drenched and swollen, exciting her even more as she walked to get her luggage.
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