Back At Work

I get to the briefing room and find that there will be a delay. The incoming crew reported a problem that the ground engineers have to fix. They have said four hours! Fuck! And I've made a real effort today. New shirt, ironed to,perfection, new skirt, new jacket, hell, even new knickers! I smell like a walking Marks & Spencer's! I am really getting off by being addressed as Captain though. First officers only get their names.  I have a coffee, then another. I watch other crews come and get their weather briefings and go. I'm bored. I meet my first officer. He looks to be about 12, but I know that's just my new-found seniority talking. He's dishy, though, then I spot the wedding ring. Ah, well. I know I can't fuck anyone in the airline now, or rumours will quickly spread.  Funny, isn't it, how enforced denial only does one thing. It makes you fucking randy! I ask him about his wife. He says they only married two weeks ago. He got a weeks compassionate leave for his honeymoon, then back to work. I think to myself that he must have ducked her so hard and so often during that time it's a wonder she's got her legs back together.  Nope. No good. I'm going to have to get myself off. I excuse myself and wander off tot the toilets.  Safe in a cubicle, I peel my tights down and then my knickers. If I keep getting this wet, I'm going to have to think about panty liners, and I hate the thought. My nice new knickers are already stained. I spread my knees until they are restricted by my tights and knickers. My scent wafts upwards as my fingers track downwards to my clit,  I feel....hmm....I feel kinda whimsical today. When I ducked that boy on the beach, I felt really powerful, dominant, aggressively horny, but today, I feel soft, feminine, and there's a slight ache in my tummy that heralds an approaching period. My clit though! Jeez, she's sensitive! Poking up like a little bud, and she won't be denied. I circle her, teasing her up harder. My mind floats back to when I was on, and so was the girl I was with. I think about how tender our lovemaking was, how we coaxed each other to orgasm at that secret, private time of the month.  I feel my cunt open. For those who don't have one, when a girl gets horny, her vagina lengthens and widens inside her. It's a lovely, opening up feeling, ready for penetration. My back arches all on its own. My fingers increase their speed. Im going to cum, but I want to hold off just a little more. I stop, and push a finger inside me. I'm very squishy in there. Soft, warm, inviting. When I pull my finger away, it's slightly pink, and I know I've come on, instantly, my mind gives me the fantasy I want. It hasn't happened yet in real life, but I want to be fucked while I'm on. Dirty, I know, and messy too, but it's something I hope that a guy will do to me one day.  The mere thought of being penetrated at this time trips me over, and biting my lower lips, I come, and come and come.  The ache in my tummy has gone too as the endorphins flood my system. I reach for a tampon, and push it inside my secret place. Afterwards, I feel so wonderfully relaxed and calm. I've spoken to other female pilots. Some wank regularly before or even during a long haul flight. I've even spoken to so,e male colleagues who say a quick one off the wrist helps, especially if there's a Management Captain in the jump seat. I pull up my knickers and tights, make myself look presentable, and walk back out to pick up my crew. Seated in that left hand seat feels right for me. It feels like I'm home.  I talk to the ground engineer and the push back begins.  "Right" I say to my F/O, "start left"