Flying Solo
Date: 05.03.2008Keywords: Solo, Flying,
The plane hummed around Dee, and she could feel just the slightest vibration of its heavy engines through her seat. Occasionally, the plane would jerk or shake when it hit small pockets of air turbulence, but for the most part, the ride had been smooth and uneventful.
She had passed the first leg of the long flight by speaking to her seat mate, but he had gotten off at the first lay over and did not get back on. His destination lay somewhere else. Her new seat mate was the kind of person that most would want to avoid if ever seated next to her on a plane. She talked constantly, whether Dee paid attention or not. Even Dee grabbing a book from her purse had not stopped the endless torrent of words rushing from her mouth.
Finally, the garrulous woman asked the flight attendant for a pillow and blanket and had promptly nodded off to sleep. Unfortunately, it meant trading one evil for a slightly lesser one as the snoring began. Dee shook her head. At least it wasn't so loud it sounded like a freight train.
Many of the passengers, especially those who had been onboard from the very beginning, had opted to follow the same idea as the talkative woman. Only a few lights shone throughout the quiet cabin. Dee's was one of those. She just couldn't sleep on an airplane, no matter how long the flight was. It always meant a day of sleeping once she'd reached her destination, but there was nothing she could do about it. She'd tried everything, from homeopathic remedies to over the counter sleep medication, but none of it had worked.
She felt a chill run over her, so she caught the flight attendant and asked for a blanket. After snuggling under it, she continued with her book, the arm holding it the only part of her body besides her head that was outside of the cover. A couple of chapters into the paperback, she realized this wasn't your ordinary story. A friend had loaned it to her, telling her it was the perfect read for a long journey, and Dee had simply shoved it into her purse without even bothering to check the genre.
Now, she wished she had. Once she had gotten to the third chapter, she discovered that it was a smut book... not one of your normal bodice rippers, but a totally raunchy book filled with graphic detail of sexual encounters. Her friend had given her an erotic book.
For a moment, she considered putting it away, but there was nothing else to do as she hadn't brought anything else to read with her. So, she plowed on and soon found herself completely engrossed in the lusty adventures of the heroine. Halfway through the book, she became conscious of the fact that her hand, which was under the blanket, had begun to rub absently at the crotch of her jeans. Quickly, she looked around and was relieved to see that no one had noticed.
However, the more she read, the more aroused she became, and her hand kept straying back between her legs. Her breathing had grown quicker as the intensity of the feelings inside her strengthened. Knowing she had to do something about the horniness that had invaded her body, she thought about her options. Under the blanket was the obvious choice, but she was afraid someone would figure out what she was doing.
An idea popped into her head, and she stood, carrying the book with her, and slipped out into the aisle. The bathroom was the next logical alternative. She knew the space inside was limited, but it would serve her purpose. Hopefully, with the majority of the passengers sleeping, no one would interrupt her.
She entered the small cubicle and quickly flipped the lock on the door. Looking around, she realized the best choice was to push her jeans and panties down and sit on the toilet. With the book in one hand, she continued to read as he fingers slid over the slippery folds of her pussy. Spreading the lips apart with two fingers, she flicked against her clitoral hood with her middle one.
Knowing she needed to be quick, she decided to forgo penetration and concentrate on the sensitive bundle of nerves hiding under the covering of flesh. She ran her finger in circles around the swelling bud as her eyes swept over the page. In her mind's eye, she could see the scene described in the book, and it sent her arousal soaring. As she read about the heroine spreading her legs for a sailor, Dee stroked her clit, sending ripples of pleasure through her.
Her hips rocked on the toilet as heat radiated through her pussy. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as the intense sensations built within her. Her breath came in panting gasps, and her head lolled backwards as the pleasure inside her swelled to the point she felt she would explode. No longer paying attention to the book, Dee pumped her hips feverishly against her stroking finger.
The book crashed to the floor as her hand flew up to cover her mouth. She pressed it against her lips and prayed it would muffle the sound as release blasted through her. Spasms shook her body, and she continued to rub her clit until the shocks faded. Breathing hard, she pulled up her panties and jeans and retrieved the book. On shaky legs, she returned to her seat as she surreptitiously looked around to make sure no one knew what she had been up to.
Satisfied, she shuffled back to her seat and placed the book inside her purse. She snuggled underneath the blanket and surprised herself by falling asleep.
Keywords: Solo, Flying,