Layover Fun

As I write this, I am seated at a crowded airport gate, awaiting the boarding call for my flight home. I just lifted my hand to readjust my face mask and my nose was flooded with the scent of my own juices. Let me tell you why. 

I am in a long distance relationship, and after a visit filled with glorious, earth shattering sex, I am headed home. I had a long layover, which I spent in an airport lounge, sipping on a couple glasses of mediocre white wine. After an hour or two, I started to get that familiar feeling, that tingle, that yearning that starts gently, but builds and builds until it is all you can think about. I pulled out my phone and came here. I love reading stories of female solo or female-female masturbation. I have never been with a woman, but it is a fantasy I would love to explore one day with my partner. I love to imagine myself observing the writer, some are so vividly written that I almost feel the same touches they describe. 

I felt myself getting wet. I started squeezing my legs together gently, and releasing. Squeeze, release. The yearning built. I started gently rocking in my seat, feeling very thankful for the private pods offered by the lounge. I could feel the seam of my jeans against my swollen clit and started massaging it against myself. My pussy was so wet I had to check if it was showing through my jeans. I felt my breathing catch, my mind narrowed, and I all I wanted in the world was something inside me. I couldnt resist any longer. I left my pod to find the bathroom, unfortunately there was only one stall in order, so I knew I had to be quick. I pulled my pants down, teasing myself through my panties for a minute as that was all I could stand. My fingers found my aching clit, one hand worked on it tirelessly while the other plunged inside my soaking hole from behind. Finally. I fucked myself hard and deep, hearing the pleasant squish of my dripping wet pussy with each thrust of my hand. It wasn't long before I felt my orgasm building deep in my belly and crashing over me like a wave. My pussy tightened and spasmed around my fingers and hot cum gushed over my hand and into the toilet below. I brought my hand to my mouth and gently sucked on my fingers, I love to taste myself. Just then I heard the door open, so I cleaned myself up, flushed, and left the stall.

I had barely gotten settled back in my little pod before my mind started drifting again. I relived my adventure in the bathroom, basking in how hot it had been. I kept coming back to one thing though... while my fingers know what I like, my body craved a cock. Even writing this I feel my pussy tighten, wishing it was being stuffed full with a glorious, thick, hard cock. Fuck me I want that so badly. So I started looking online at sex toys. I have a couple that I love, but my mind was stuck on something bigger, something that would really fill me up. I decided I wanted something with an anal attachment, I wanted to feel full, I wanted it all. As I looked and read reviews, I started to feel that yearning build again. I pictured each person writing their review, imagine watching them fuck themselves, watching them writhe in pleasure. 

It wasn't long before I could feel the wetness leaking from my outer lips. It was just like before, but this time, I knew I needed something more than just my fingers. The thought of waiting until I landed and got home to my toys was unbearable, but I don't have anything with me in my carry on luggage. But then I remembered, I had packed my wide barrel curling wand with me in my bag. I decided to leave the lounge as my flight was to start boarding relatively soon, and find a more private bathroom. I went down a quiet hallway with gates that had no flights departing for hours and found a bathroom that would do. There were floor to ceiling doors, and I took the last stall at the end of a long line. I dropped my jeans again, along with my now soaking panties, and pulled out my curling wand. I lubed it up by running it up and down my slit a few times, the coolness of the metal made my clit absolutely throb with desire. I couldn't wait anymore, and I pushed the whole 9 inches of it deep into my hungy wet pussy. I could have cum right then, but I held back, removing the wand and teasing my clit some more. I don't remember ever being in this much ecstasy while masturbating. My body was absolutely on fire. I pulled my short up and my bra down, revealing my large 32 DDD natural breasts. I played with my nipples, tracing the areolas in small concentric circles until it felt like they might burst out of my body. I pushed the wand back inside myself and started to fuck my hole, hard. My other hand found it way back to my clit, working in a circular motion. If anyone where to have come into the bathroom they would have most definitely have heard the unmistakable sounds of a soaking wet pussy being fucked accompanied by my heavy ragged breathing. After several minutes of this, I felt that wave coming again, this time my positioning was a bit off and my cum flooded out over my hands and onto the toilet seat and floor. I carefully cleaned my creamy juices off the wand with my mouth, enjoying every single second of it. I cleaned up the seat, but left the puddle on the floor. I don't know why, but it turns me on so much to think of the next person entering that stall seeing a puddle of my cum... 

Anyways, I am about to board, but I have a feeling that I will be heading to the bathroom onboard with my new best friend the curling wand as soon as the seatbelt sign is turned off.