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Fingering my pussy at 35,000 feet
By: LoveAshli (loveashli@yahoo.com)It’s been a nonstop action weekend, my first away from you and the girls for years. It was a surprise bridal shower for my closest sorority sister from back in college in, of all places, her family’s home in San Diego. I flew out on a Friday and was planning to get home Sunday afternoon to still enjoy some private time with hubby (you had been away on business earlier that week…between that and my time of the month, it had been over a week since I had your cock inside me).
I was looking forward to tucking the girls into bed, slipping into a soft silk robe, cuddling with you on the couch before having you carry me off to bed and make me truly feel like a woman.
I had been up partying late with the girls Saturday night, and with barely a few hours rest, got up early to shower and dress for the day. I knew you were going to have your sister watch the ki** so he could come to pick me up, so I wanted to look nice for you when I arrived. I knew there was nothing you enjoyed more than seeing my legs in a skirt and heels, watching the skirt hike up my thigh as I got into the care next to you. I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed having your hand on my thigh more, or if you enjoyed the sensation of reaching up my thighs as you drove. Either way I wanted to make sure I looked my best.
I had worn the club wear the night before, but still wanted to look acceptable for the flight. I chose a light colored blouse and flaring skirt that sat just above my knees. I knew it would look good but still be somewhat comfortable for the flight back to Washington.
But fate was not on my side. The early flight Sunday was canceled as I arrived by cab at the airport. There’d be a flight later in the afternoon, but I’d be sitting a few hours in the airport and likely wouldn’t get home till close to midnight. I was pissed, not about waiting now, but knowing that any chance with you tonight was going to be brief. You had to be up early and while I enjoy a quick romp from time to time….my week-long abstinence made me wanton for several hours of sucking, playing and fucking.
Of course Sunday morning left the bar area closed for a while, so I sat by my gate just reading the paper and sipping a cup of coffee. By noon, I still had two hours and strolled down the bar just opening to pass the time, grab a quick bit and have a drink or two (it always relaxed me before a flight).
I wasn’t the only one waiting for the bar to open. Among the early flock to arrive was a pair of guys, probably in their early 40s, that were on a guys-only weekend. They had come up to the bar to order some drinks since the waitress hadn’t arrived yet. One of them stood right next to me. I was still a little punchy from the night before, having drank and flirted my ass off, so when he asked for a cosmopolitan, I quickly chimed in that’s a girlie drink! He turned to look at me and quickly chuckled. So is it for you? I added.
Nope…was just ordering you one. Wanna come sit with us? he asked.
I had nothing to do, so spending an hour flirting with two guys would certainly make the time go faster. I also knew my drinks would be covered, so I figured why the heck not.
I joined them and we chatted for a while. I could see their eyes continually looking down towards the open buttons of my blouse, while the other guy was more of a leg man and was focusing on where my legs met the chair, visible from my skirt. It’s only natural for me that such attention turns me on. Not to mention a night of bar hopping, grinding against men on the dance floor, and wanting my husband sexually only made me a bit hot under the skirt today. So I was more than willing to play along.
As I chatted, I would run a finger up and down my chest, stopping at the fourth button (the first one buttoned) and played with it. The slight tugs would make sure Dan had a clear view of the chasm between my breasts. I also shifted in my seat, occasionally crossing and uncrossing legs to give Jordan a view as well. I could see their eyes each focused on a part of my body…and knowing that they wished they could have me really excited me.
Of course, my surprise, when I found out they were also on the same flight as me for DC. As our flight was called, I took my bags and walked with them back to the gate.
By now it was 4pm – boy most of the day had slipped by. Fortunately the flight wasn’t too filled. The guys had their seats up front in first while I was actually able to stretch out in back.
In fact, I had the entire row to myself. How funny they paid top dollar for first to be packed in while little ol’ me in coach had an entire row to myself…heck, even the seats in front of me were empty. I grabbed a pillow and a few blankets to keep warm.
I situated my self and got comfortable for the flight. Having a half dozen drinks in me over the past few hours had their effect combined with a night of partying. I was asleep just a few minutes after takeoff.
Then my mind started to wander on me. I had some of the most erotic dreams of Rob and even other men all taking my body.
At one point, I envisioned a cock in both my ass and pussy, and pumping in and out of my mouth while other hands groped my body and my own hands were pumping cum-dripping cocks waiting for their chance to enter me. That night of bar hopping had taken its toll, and knowing I wouldn’t get home and have the night I wanted let my imagination run wild.
I woke up a few hours into the flight, my panties wet from my dreams. I was now quite dark out, the cabin lights dimmed for evening flight. I still had more than an hour before we would get in the DC area, and the thought of sitting there and thinking of cold showers wasn’t an option. I knew what I wanted to do.
Without turning on any lights, I got up and went to the restroom with my purse. Once inside, I slipped off my panties and pantyhose and stuffed them in my bag. I then went back to my seat, got comfortable and draped one of the blankets over my legs.
I miss you, my love. I sitting on this plane at 35,000 feet and thinking of you. What will you have me do? May I masturbate? May I please myself when you are not here for me?
In my mind, I picture your face. You are smiling down at me. My hands are your hands and one runs along my neck. I move both hands to my breasts. My nipples become hard as they are manipulated. Oh! I want so your hands on me! Your lips on me.
I can feel the beginnings or wetness between my legs. One hand leaves one breast while the other continues massaging. As I know you would do, I move my hand down my belly. As I would do if I was with you I squirm slightly in anticipation.
I position my heels against the seats in front of my and my legs spread. I move my fingers along my outer lips, as you would. You live to tease me. My short hairs are soft to the touch. My lips part and I gasp. I want to touch my button. My clit, I want that badly. The anticipation is exciting in itself. But you are calling the shots, aren’t you? And you will tease me. Tease me until I beg for you.
The more I play with my outer lips the wetter I get.
I feel the wetness come from me and I spread it through the short hairs. From bottom to top, I slip my finger between my lips, feeling the wetness. As I brush over my clit I want to moan but know I can’t. Oh it feels so wonderful. This love you give me using my own fingers, god I wish you were here.
I make a change in my mind. You are asking me to masturbate for you. You want to see me give myself pleasure. You want to see me make myself cum. I am open to my own fingers now. But I hear your command in my ears. Tease yourself. Tease yourself until you can’t take it any longer.
I slowly move my finger over my clit, making wide circles. I moan. I am so wet. I need to be filled. I slip my index finger into my pussy. The feeling is nice. I slip my middle finger inside myself and move the two fingers so they cross themselves. I spread them and fill myself a little more.
I am breathing heavier now. Can you see the excitement in my eyes? My breasts are abandoned and I begin to circle my clit again, slowly. I pause. I feel small orgasms under my finger and I press down and my moan is loud. You love my ass.
Keeping the two fingers in my pussy, I spread my fingers wide. I wet my ring finger by inserting it with the other two into my very wet pussy. My ring finger, the finger that will someday wear your ring, then slips into my hole. I throw my head back against the mattress. Oh yes! Fill me lover!
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I carefully move the all the fingers inside of me in and out. I begin again circling my clit. I have to clench my jaw against my moans. The pleasure is intense. I imagine you watching me, trying to keep your hands off of your cock. Watch me lover! Watch me cum thinking of you!I feel my clit pulsing under my finger. I feel my fingers moving in and out of myself. I am ready to beg. Ready for that huge orgasm. The one that causes me to lose control of myself.
I start to rub my finger up and down my clit, in time with my fingers moving in and out of my pussy and ass. A little faster. Just a little faster. The orgasms are coming closer together and each is just a little stronger than the last. Faster still I move my fingers. My jaw drops as I lose by breath to the orgasm.
My hips leave the bed and my fingers slip as deep as they can into my body. I want to grunt. I really wish I could groan. But I do not scream. I bite my finger instead.
My eyes open as I cum, only to notice Dan sitting in the chairs in the row in front of me, peaking at me and watching my private show. I stare right into his eyes as my body explodes, the rush of pleasure causing my entire body to flex. As the large orgasm subsides, I continue to play with myself. I notice that this orgasm was quite strong. I am seeing white spots before my eyes and I feel the shaking of the fingers inside or both my pussy and ass.
I keep moving them, although I stop concentrating on my clit and play instead on the less sensitive areas around it. I squeeze my lips together, trapping my clit, which pulses again in a nice aftershock.
I hope you liked the show bad boy, I whispered to him. He winked and went back to his seat, likely to tell his friend of his in-flight entertainment he just watched for the last few minutes.
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I played for a few more minutes alone. As we start to descend into DC, I decide to leave the panties in the purse and treat Rob to a surprise when he picks me up.I saw Dan and Jordan quickly as I got off the plane. They seemed to be checking to see if I indeed had panties on now (which Dan must have known I didn’t). A few years ago, I probably would have been totally embarrassed by getting caught.
But having started to express myself through stories, and exploring my own sexuality, it only turned me on more.
I met Rob right by arrivals and the drive home was great. You can bet I engorged myself on his cock and played some more till we got home. It would be a night of nonstop sex and he took me every way possible. He was in my pussy, my ass, and later came in my mouth. I cannot even count the number of times I screamed out in delight. That sweet man had his sister take the girls that night, and he even took the day off work Monday so we could have a wild evening of sex, that continued well into the morning.
But that’s for another story…….
