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Planes Make Me Horny

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: me Age: 36 Posted on: 21 Jul 2006 0 comments
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It had happened several times. I'd get on a long plane ride (say east to west coast) and all of the sudden my sex would start to itch and yearn. It was as if there was no way I could get myself off and so my body would torture me. One time, I think I was probably 27 or 28, I found myself on one of these flights. I had three seats to myself on an otherwise well booked flight so I tried to force myself to sleep. Needless to say that wasn't happening. Then I got up and roamed the aisle feeling so hot that I could feel my breasts shooting invisible fuck vibes at all the good looking men. Just the back and forth sensation of the crotch line in my jeans made me feel like I could cum right there. I thought about going to the bathroom but that's never been my thing and I didn't want to hide. If I could have had it my way I would have slowly undressed myself bearing my pink wet cunt to the whole passenger load. A stewardess came by to pass me and I pressed myself into the shoulder of a somewhat attractive guy apologizing and bending in toward him exposing my cleavage just inches from his mouth. And apologizing again. It really looked like an accident but it was so exciting to me I had to remind myself to keep it under control. The guy looked embarrassed and awkwardly turned on. After this I decided to get back to my three seat throne and I knew that something had to be done. I took an airplane blanket down from the overhead compartment and placed myself between the aisle and middle seat. With the blanket covering me and my knees bent wide apart, feet on the seats I began to just feel the heat my pussy was giving off, pressing into my mound while the cloth of my pants began to moisten. It was at this point that I realized a man in the aisle seat across and a bit behind me was watching me. He was an older man maybe in his fifties. I couldn't tell if he was attractive but I could feel his eyes on me and this was just the incentive I needed to release one leg to the floor, unzip my pants and touch my slippery wet clit for the first time. In order to draw out the sensation and not get' too caught' I took my time, moving very slowly. I could have cum right away but I had several hours to kill and I didn't really want to make a scene. I moved artfully under that blanket exposing only bits of my motion and torturing the watching man with an occasional 'slip' of the blanket and a soft biting of my lower lip. When I finally let myself cum my fingers were moving hard inside, there was no mistaking the implication of my shape through the blanket or the multiple contractions. I did however manage not to whimper or scream. I zipped up my jeans and layed myself all the way down in the three seats for a few minutes. I felt tingly, rejuvenated and even a little sleepy. One trip to the bathroom was all I needed and then a nap. On the way to the bathroom I passed the guy who had been watching. He looked toward the window and I averted my eyes to the floor only to notice his crotch. Either that man was incredibly endowed or incredibly hard. I wonder what he finally did to unburden himself.