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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She’d spent the morning in meetings with some new coworkers. She sat next to Jack, a brilliant attorney who smelled like heaven. Every time he moved she got a whiff of his spicy aftershave with an undercurrent of raw male musk. Within minutes she felt herself moisten. The meeting was agony, and she fled to her office and shut the door as soon as it ended. She sent an office-wide message asking not be disturbed as she needed to catch up on some paperwork.

Maggie sat down behind her big desk and took a deep breath. Focus, she told herself. You have work to do. But the pile of forms in front of her was no match for her dripping snatch. She let her black pencil skirt slide up as she slipped her hand under the waistband of her pantyhose. Jesus, she thought. What a dirty slut I am, soaking through my panties at the office.

After just a moment she decided to go for it. She quickly ripped through the seam of the pantyhose and slid the thin band of her panties out of the way. Legs spread, she ran her fingers gently over her smooth shaved pussy. It was very, very wet. She raised a finger to her mouth to taste her sweet juices. She moaned.

Maggie unbuttoned her sweater, unhooked her bra and let her tits hang free. Her nipples were swollen and hard. She rubbed her clit and licked her lips. It felt so good, but she needed something more. She noticed a big dry erase marker on the corner of her desk, and smiled wickedly. It wasn’t a hard cock but it would do.

She stood up, grabbed the marker, and stuck it in her mouth for lubrication. It occurred to her what a sight she would be for someone who walked in. Tall and voluptuous, she knew people loved to stare at her body, male and female. Her jet black hair hung in a straight sheet down to her waist, accentuating her pale creamy skin. The idea of being caught like that, breasts and pussy exposed turned her on, and she leaned forward over her desk.

Maggie rubbed her swollen tits over the cool surface of her desk as she slid the marker inside her tight twat from behind. She bit her lip as she started thrusting it in and out. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. She imagined Jack and his sexy swell behind her, fucking hard. In just moments she was dripping pussy juice on the floor and trying hard not to scream. Fuck me Jack, fuck me hard, she muttered to herself. That was all she needed. She was cumming.

Maggie’s legs were shaking and weak. She slid the marker out of her, dropped it back on the desk and collapsed into her chair. She took a deep breath, fixed her clothes and went back to work. An hour later as she was finishing her paperwork she grabbed the dry erase marker that still smelled like her pussy. She resolved to take it to her next meeting with Jack. She’d see if he liked her smell as much as she enjoyed his. Maybe next time he’d join her behind the closed office door.

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