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I woke up about an hour and a half later wondering how much longer it would be before I reached my destination. I couldn't quite remember details but was pretty sure I'd dreamt of him. It’s a common occurrence. As I shifted in my chair to get into a more comfortable position I felt wetness in the seat of my thong. Damn. I was hoping he’d actually get to see the entire bra
and panty set I purchased just for him the night before. The plane was so quiet it seemed all the passengers were asleep. I looked down the aisle and saw that all was clear and decided to make my way to the restroom. I chose the one in the back rather than the one directly in front because I needed to move around and stretch a bit. When I got to the restroom I quickly splashed my face with cold water and reapplied my MAC lip gloss. As I reached for the door handle in preparation to return to my seat I felt the familiar tingle between my legs and remembered the wet thong.I lifted the red and black loose fitting skirt we’d picked out together during my last visit to New York and slipped off the wet lace. The panties left a light trail of juices down my inner thigh. I traced the line with the tip of my finger and slowly sucked the sweetness away. At that moment I felt my clit throb and knew I couldn't exit the restroom just yet. I lifted my right leg and placed my foot on the aircraft toilet bowl. I leaned back against the wall to the right and used my left hand to spread the thick lips of my dripping wet pussy. The metal from my clit ring gave me a fierce chill as I placed two fingers deep inside and used my muscles to squeeze the walls tightly around them. Ahh the magic of Kegel exercises. The noise from the airplane's engine was enticing and I imagined I could hear his moans above the roaring. I lowered my tank top and bra below my breasts and the cool air coming from the vent on the ceiling made my nipples rock hard. I could just picture him cupping them in his strong hands and running his tongue back and forth over each one. Using my left index finger to rub my clit in a circular motion and my right index and middle fingers to caress the insides of my pussy walls, I made myself moan.
I could feel the juices running down my legs as I began to pump and rub furiously. I increased the pressure just as I felt myself about to release and I was sure someone had to have heard my screech of pleasure as I let go. Shit, I almost lost my balance as the muscles in my legs spasmed in tune with the ones inside my pussy. I let my skirt down, wet my hair to lay it down smoothly and stuffed my moist panties in my purse. I figured I’d give them to him as a present to add to the collection of those he already had. I slowly opened the door and walked back to my seat. The handsome, middle-aged man in row 27 winked at me as I passed. I seductively licked my lips in response. His sly smile gave away the fact that we shared a secret. He probably had a good idea about what I’d done with my time in the lavatory. The flight was only an hour and a half longer. As the plane landed and began to taxi the airport grounds I took out my phone and sent him another message. “Coming down…catch me…”To Be Continued…
Have you ever masturbated in a public place?
3 comments:
Sheba was right, I'm wet and thristing for more...
Thanks for sharing! The only issues I had with this post were that I was stuck in a busy office for hours after reading this with a throbbing pussy, soaking panties and involuntary lower body jerking. Note to self: no more reading this blog at work.
I'm still waiting on Part 2! As for your question, not too much masturbating in public.
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