How a boy’s touching of my leg on a plane led to an incredible masturbation session in an airport restroom. This happened after the events of my previous two stories, which both took place at an academic camp for Middle Schoolers.
When I was fourteen years old, I attended an academic camp at a college up North. I was a shy and inexperienced girl, but on the last night of the camp, I had my first kiss with a boy at the closing dance.
My roommate Eva had a camp boyfriend Duncan. He looked a few years older than he actually was and carried himself with a kind of confidence that I found attractive. He was the alpha male among our nerdy group. On the last night after the dance, I agreed to stay out of the room for a while so they could make out one last time.
The next morning parents came early to pick up most of the campers. Since I lived on the west coast of Florida, I was driven to the airport for my connecting flight back home. I felt confident about flying alone, but I had a phobia about take offs and landings. They always made me super anxious.
When the bus dropped off at the airport, we all dispersed to our different airline check ins, security checks, and gates. When I got to my gate, I buried my head in a book until it was time to board.
I was flying on an airline that had a boarding process without pre-assigned seats. Passengers lined up in an order and picked out seats once on the plane. My boarding number was at the end, but I noticed that Duncan was on my flight when he got up with an earlier group. I had seen him when we got on the bus, but I didn’t realize that he was on my same flight. When it was my turn to board, the middle seat next to Duncan’s window seat was open, and I popped in. An older businessman had the aisle seat.
After I settled and fastened my seat belt, Duncan said, “Lindsey, thanks so much for what you did last night. That was a class act. Sorry that we inconvenienced you by keeping you out of your room.” I asked, “Best night ever?” Duncan replied, “Oh, yeah.” I said, “Eva mentioned that she had an amazing time too.” Duncan replied even more emphatically, “Oh YEAH.” We both chuckled a bit before the flight attendant began the safety protocols talk.
Just thinking of Eva and Duncan the previous night got me turned on, but I was more concerned with the takeoff just a few moments away. When I heard the engines firing up and the plane nose rising, I reflexively grabbed Duncan’s hand and held it tight for the time that it took to gain elevation. When I relaxed a bit, I took my hand back saying, “Sorry, I really don’t like that part.” He said, “not at all–actually that was cute.” Embarrassed, I got out my book and started reading.
When the plane got up to cruising altitude, it got noticeably colder. I was wearing a pair of really tight jean shorts and a short-sleeve, scoop-neck blouse. I liked wearing clothes that showed off my legs. I thought of my legs as especially good looking. They were slightly tanned and toned. I must have shivered a bit because Duncan got out an oversized hoodie sweatshirt from his bag under the seat in front of him and placed it over my lap. “This should help, he said.” “This is perfect,” I replied.
I had plenty of sexual fantasies during camp about Duncan. They always involved what I imagined Eva and Duncan were doing to each other. He was athletic. Eva said that he worked out. The difference between his body and the other nerdy middle school campers was significant. He had beautiful blue eyes and long wavy light brown hair, about the same color as mine.
Just as I was thinking of his attractiveness, Duncan lifted the arm rest between us and moved closer.
Then he placed his right hand on my left knee. I breathed in quickly, and looked around. The businessman beside me had his headphones on, eyes closed, and mouth open like he was napping. The three people on the other side of the aisle were all fixated on their devices. The flight attendants were serving beverages on the other end of the plane. The hoodie covering my lap shielded his hand from anyone’s sight. I smiled coyly and moved closer to him, resting my head on his broad shoulder.
Duncan then moved his hand that was on my knee inward just a bit. With his middle finger, he made slow, small circles on my thigh. First a circle next to my knee. Yes, this was really happening. Then another circle a centimeter up my thigh. No one was looking, we were safe. Then his finger traced another circle a bit higher up. How far was he going to go? Then another more firmly. Damn, that felt good. My pussy was getting very wet. Now he used two fingers circling closer to my crotch than my knee. I felt no loyalty to Eva. I knew that they would likely never see each other again. Hell, it was unlikely that I would ever see him again for that matter. Now he was on the softer, more sensitive part of my inner thigh. I cuddled up closer to him and in a low voice said, “Wow, Duncan, you are amazing.” This was the permission that he needed to trace his finger across the skin right next to my tight jean shorts.
Just fifteen hours before, I had my first kiss. Never had I been touched like this before, ever. I whispered into his ear, “You have magic fingers.” I gave his earlobe a little playful nibble.
Just then a loud ding sounded. The pilot’s voice said that we were making our initial descent. All tray tables and seat backs needed to be in their upright position. The businessman next to me stirred and blinked open his eyes. Flight attendants traveled up and down the center aisle. Duncan moved his hand back to his side, and I repositioned myself and tried to regain composure, taking several deep breaths. I reach out, over the sweatshirt to hold Duncan’s hands, interlacing my fingers with his magic fingers.
When we touched down, my heart was beating fast, not because of my anxiety but because of my sexual arousal. Within 24 hours I had gone from no romantic contact with boys, to my first kiss, and then having my sensitive thigh touched by experienced hands. I was pretty overwhelmed.
As we deplaned, Duncan and I had a quick embrace in the hall of the terminal. He said, “Lindsey, you're pretty special.” I said, “Duncan, you are a sexy beast.” I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, the kind of kiss you see at airports when couples separate. Both of us then dashed down the concourse to the restrooms. I assumed that he was going there to masturbate to orgasm because that was certainly what I planned to do.
Fortunately, the restroom stalls had long doors that reached to the floor, granting more privacy. Once inside my stall, I peeled my tiny jean shorts completely off my body. The inside of the crotch was wet with my juices. I didn’t have on panties since they were all in my dirty laundry bag. I lifted them up to smell the aroma of arousal. I then peeled off my blouse and bra, now completely naked. I first squeezed my beautiful, B-sized breasts. With one hand I placed a finger on either side of my clit and rubbed back and forth. With the other hand, I put a finger in my vagina, thrusting in rhythm to my clit rubbing. I imagined that finger was his cock fucking me. I came quickly and very, very hard. I pressed up against the partition, gasping in short and quick breaths. I was sure that all of the women in the restroom at that moment knew what I was doing in my toilet stall.
I got dressed, putting the wetness of my jean shorts back over my naked crotch. I washed my hands then walked to the gate of my connecting flight with a big smile on my face. I didn’t have as much airplane phobia after that day.
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