It’s embarrassing to admit, but I was really scared to fly for the first 20 years on my life. I took a plane to Florida once with my family when I was 15 and had a panic attack. It was that bad. That is, until last week when I found the ultimate way to get through a flight – playing with myself. Here’s how it happened.
My two best girl friends are Shauna and Kristin. We have been friends since we were little kids. Now we’re all in college together, but don’t have a lot of time to spend together. So, we try to plan evenings and weekends together to keep close, you know?
We always have a great time. We’re all cute 21 year olds, so it’s easy to have fun. Shauna made reservations for the weekend at a hotel in Atlantic City, but I had to drive to Ohio for a family emergency, and there was no way I could drive back in time to meet up with the girls. Plus, I wasn’t crazy about driving all that way by myself. I’m only 5 ft 1, and my long brown hair and slim body make me look even younger than I am. But Shauna wasn’t about to let me off the hook. She said she would pay for a plane ticket if I left my car with my parents and went to AC.
I got my doctor to prescribe some valium and got ready for to the trip. The morning of my flight I was so scared I forgot everything. I left my coat, and the bottle of valium in the car. Sitting at the gate later I was so freaked out. There I was, in a silly tight red dress with no coat, and hyperventilating for the world to see. I noticed that a lot of people, men and women, sitting at the gate were staring. How rude, I thought at first.
But then I happened to look down and notice that my nipples, hard from the cold, were pointing straight through the top of my dress, and I had nothing to cover myself with. I blushed and crossed my arms. A man walking by smiled and said Good thing you covered up. They won’t let you on the plane with a pair of bullets like that. I scowled at him and turned away. Asshole. It was kind of funny though.
Soon they called for boarding. I got on the plane and found my seat. I mentioned to a flight attendant that I was really scared and she promised to check in on me. I key my eyes squeezed shut as the plane taxied down the runway and rose into the air. When we leveled off, and my flight attendant friend was back. She had a little bottle of vodka and a blanket. She handed both to me with a wink. I covered myself with the blanket and downed the vodka in one swig. I was starting to feel better already.
I thought back to everyone staring at my hard nipples. It’s not usually my tits that get looked at, so I wasn’t used to it. Usually people notice my legs – they’re long for my height and end with trim hips and a round tight ass. Suddenly I wasn’t scared at all. I was fucking horny.
Damn, save it for Atlantic City, I told myself, but it didn’t work. I felt a heat building between my legs. But just then the plane hit a pocket or turbulence, and I was terrified again. The friendly flight attendant came over to see how I was doing. She stroked my arm sweetly before moving on to another passenger. Her touch was enough to set me on fire. I was breathing hard again, but not with fear. I looked around, and everyone was sleeping or reading, not paying any attention to me. I slid my hand under the blanked, down towards the hem of my dress, and then back up under it.
As my hand reached the junction between my legs I could feel heat and moisture radiating from my pussy. I spread my legs a little and let my hand rest on top of my panties. I glanced around again and decided to go for it. I slid the lacy fabric aside and let my fingers play over my bare slit. I sighed and began to rub my clit gently. At that moment the plane shook again from turbulence, but I didn’t care. I used the jostling to slide a finger inside my now dripping pussy and began to slide it in an out quickly. All I could hear was rushing in my head and the sound of my own jagged breathing.
I realized that I was going to cum right there. I rubbed my clit hard as I felt myself climaxing. I closed my eyes and let out a quiet moan, still rubbing. I could feel my pussy juices flowing and my nipples growing tight and hard as my cunt clamped down on my finger. And just that quickly, it was over. One of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. As I basked in my private afterglow I noticed that the turbulence had stopped. The flight attendant came over to say that we were out of the bad weather and landing soon.
She said I must have been terrified, she could hear me breathing so hard and my face was still flushed. I grinned and nodded, but I knew the truth. The best way to get through a rough flight is not valium. It’s joining the mile high club all by yourself. By the time we landed I was ready for anything. And that’s what I got on the trip. But that’s another story… a really good one.
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