His Need, Her Desire
Tabitha wrestled to stake a claim on her armrest with her elbow and once again failed. Being on a plane bored her. Tabitha liked the actual flying, the sensation of being in the air and the beautiful views out the window. However, being trapped in a too tight seat with stale air was not her idea of fun. She'd prepared by bringing food, books, and music, but none of it held her attention. As a last resort, Tabitha attempted to sleep so she could arrive rested. So far, no such luck.
It wasn't noisy passengers or a child kicking her seat; it was the anticipation of her first trip to Hawaii. In addition, this was one of the longest flights she'd ever experienced. She'd changed planes in Chicago, and the Chicago to Hawaii leg was nine hours long. Even going to Europe, she hadn't been on a plane ride that lengthy with no respite.
Fidgeting in her seat, Tabitha searched for a comfortable position. Could they make these things any smaller ? She didn't feel she was that tall at 5'9", but her knees were jammed into the back of the seat in front of her. She wasn't a twig. She considered herself average. Still, her hips touched the armrests on both sides of her.
Tabitha shifted in her seat again and the seam of her pants rubbed against her clit, sending a pleasurable zing through her body. Wow, that felt good . She glanced around at her fellow passengers. Some were napping and a few were still trying to watch the in-flight movie. The man next to her had his face buried in a newspaper and his elbow on the armrest. Do I dare continue ? Perhaps the restroom would be better. Once the thought crossed her mind, she immediately rejected it. She'd been in the lavatory an hour earlier, and it had been absolutely filthy. Membership in the mile high club must be lagging. Maybe it was best if she flew solo.
The light was dim in the cabin, and Tabitha didn't think anyone noticed her movements. She tentatively shifted again. The fabric bunched in just the right spot. She couldn't resist, and frankly, she didn't intend to. She shifted her hips side to side very slowly, almost imperceptibly. Her clit swelled with arousal. Should I do it? At home, she’d always used a vibrator, but she hadn't brought it with her, fearful that an airport TSA agent might start waving it around. Besides, she would be sharing a room with her friend, Barbara, and didn't expect to have time for such private things.
Tabitha continued to shimmy her hips, glancing around again. No one seemed the wiser. She felt very naughty, masturbating right here on the plane in full view of all the passengers. Surprisingly, the idea heightened her arousal. She clenched inside as heat built within her.
Tabitha touched her breast with her fingertips as if sweeping away imaginary crumbs from a snack. Her nipples puckered. I can't believe I'm doing this . Again and again, she rubbed against the raised seam of her pants. Inside, her panties were getting wet.
Down the aisle, a very hunky surfer-type guy was heading her way. She positioned herself on the armrest in such a way that she was slightly in the aisle. As he brushed past, she leaned out a bit more and felt his warmth against her arm. His unwitting participation in her adventure pushed her over the edge. Her hands clenched as her orgasm rolled through her. She bit her lip to hold back her cries and desperately tried to keep her breathing even.
The man to her right lowered his paper. "Are you all right, Miss?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine," Tabitha gasped.
"Are you sure? You're not having an asthma attack are you?"
"No, I'm fine, really." She gave him a reassuring smile and he went back to reading his paper.
Tabitha stifled her erupting laughter with a cough, astounded by her audacity. This type of daring behavior was unusual for her, but she had her moments. She was on vacation, right? Why not kick things off with a bang?
*****
As Tabitha deplaned in Oahu, the first thing she noticed was the air. It wasn't like
Tabitha wrestled to stake a claim on her armrest with her elbow and once again failed. Being on a plane bored her. Tabitha liked the actual flying, the sensation of being in the air and the beautiful views out the window. However, being trapped in a too tight seat with stale air was not her idea of fun. She'd prepared by bringing food, books, and music, but none of it held her attention. As a last resort, Tabitha attempted to sleep so she could arrive rested. So far, no such luck.
It wasn't noisy passengers or a child kicking her seat; it was the anticipation of her first trip to Hawaii. In addition, this was one of the longest flights she'd ever experienced. She'd changed planes in Chicago, and the Chicago to Hawaii leg was nine hours long. Even going to Europe, she hadn't been on a plane ride that lengthy with no respite.
Fidgeting in her seat, Tabitha searched for a comfortable position. Could they make these things any smaller ? She didn't feel she was that tall at 5'9", but her knees were jammed into the back of the seat in front of her. She wasn't a twig. She considered herself average. Still, her hips touched the armrests on both sides of her.
Tabitha shifted in her seat again and the seam of her pants rubbed against her clit, sending a pleasurable zing through her body. Wow, that felt good . She glanced around at her fellow passengers. Some were napping and a few were still trying to watch the in-flight movie. The man next to her had his face buried in a newspaper and his elbow on the armrest. Do I dare continue ? Perhaps the restroom would be better. Once the thought crossed her mind, she immediately rejected it. She'd been in the lavatory an hour earlier, and it had been absolutely filthy. Membership in the mile high club must be lagging. Maybe it was best if she flew solo.
The light was dim in the cabin, and Tabitha didn't think anyone noticed her movements. She tentatively shifted again. The fabric bunched in just the right spot. She couldn't resist, and frankly, she didn't intend to. She shifted her hips side to side very slowly, almost imperceptibly. Her clit swelled with arousal. Should I do it? At home, she’d always used a vibrator, but she hadn't brought it with her, fearful that an airport TSA agent might start waving it around. Besides, she would be sharing a room with her friend, Barbara, and didn't expect to have time for such private things.
Tabitha continued to shimmy her hips, glancing around again. No one seemed the wiser. She felt very naughty, masturbating right here on the plane in full view of all the passengers. Surprisingly, the idea heightened her arousal. She clenched inside as heat built within her.
Tabitha touched her breast with her fingertips as if sweeping away imaginary crumbs from a snack. Her nipples puckered. I can't believe I'm doing this . Again and again, she rubbed against the raised seam of her pants. Inside, her panties were getting wet.
Down the aisle, a very hunky surfer-type guy was heading her way. She positioned herself on the armrest in such a way that she was slightly in the aisle. As he brushed past, she leaned out a bit more and felt his warmth against her arm. His unwitting participation in her adventure pushed her over the edge. Her hands clenched as her orgasm rolled through her. She bit her lip to hold back her cries and desperately tried to keep her breathing even.
The man to her right lowered his paper. "Are you all right, Miss?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine," Tabitha gasped.
"Are you sure? You're not having an asthma attack are you?"
"No, I'm fine, really." She gave him a reassuring smile and he went back to reading his paper.
Tabitha stifled her erupting laughter with a cough, astounded by her audacity. This type of daring behavior was unusual for her, but she had her moments. She was on vacation, right? Why not kick things off with a bang?
*****
As Tabitha deplaned in Oahu, the first thing she noticed was the air. It wasn't like
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