Vacation Time

Thailand, at least, the Thai government is trying (unsuccessfully) to change its sex capital of the world image. I gather the locals are quite happy with it, and anyway, I’ve heard of bath houses that can be quite fun in themselves. I also (no, don’t laugh) have always wanted to explore the East a little.  This time, for the first time ever, I turned left when I boarded the aircraft, and headed for first class. Fuck me, but it’s expensive, but then again, it’s worth it.  It took me a while to figure out the seat/bed thing but when I decided it’s not that different from a dental chair, I got it sorted out. It’s very private in there. Partitions really make you feel like your almost alone, and the service is amazing.  But, come night, I was horny...as usual. Mile high club? No, I wasn’t that brave, but a quick cum? Yes! I realised she was watching quite early on. An almond-eyed, drop-dead gorgeous flight attendant saw what I was doing under the blanket. Maybe I made sure she knew....probably, knowing me.  I stopped and stared at her. She smiled and gave a single nod.  So, I got rid of the blanket, and resumed my fingering. Up to that point, I was only rubbing myself over my panties, but with an audience, I decided to do more. I pulled them aside and started on myself for real. She didn’t move, but her eyes were riveted on me. God, how I love being watched. I spread my legs and made sure she got a good view of me and pushed two fingers inside. This always makes me squirt. I can get away without squirting sometimes with clitoral,orgasms, but if I’m fingering, its always Niagara Falls time down there.  She sat on her little jump seat type thing, and just watched. Then, she just opened her legs enough to reveal,just a flash of white panty. It was enough to make me cum.  I came way too soon, and had intended to resume clitoral stimulation only, but seeing her panties did it for me. Oops.  After id calmed down, she rose from her seat and disappeared. She returned with a new blanket and a box of tissues.  The temptation to slide my hand up between her legs was overwhelming, but she gave me no indication that would be ok.  I cleaned up and dozed off.  It made me remember how much I love an audience. Ten people, one, it doesn’t matter to me a damn. Just watch me.  I remembered the number of times me and my friends at school would deliberately flash people. Monks, nuns, other girls, and if we got the chance, boys too. I remember knowing that the only thing between my hole and them was a rapidly moistening bit of cotton. It was so fucking erotic. I also loved the idea that they might remember what they’d seen and masturbate that night. The thought of a monk standing in his cell with his habit up jacking off was really erotic to me then, but to a “good” catholic schoolgirl, wallpaper is erotic. Well, I’m in Thailand now, and my body clock is royally fucked up. The hotel, is....well....a hotel. Excellent service, fabulous food, but I want the lowdown, so I’m off to talk to the concierge.  I will let you know what I find,