22/09/2022
This morning I had about a two hour flight home from seeing a specialist out of state.
It was an early flight and I had my side of the row to myself. I was wearing sandals and a knee length dress.
Shortly after take off I found myself moving around a lot with a hundred different dirty scenarios running through my mind.
I was sat in the seat nearest the window and moved my travel bag to the middle seat. After blocking the view to the young couple sat across the isle, I removed my right shoe and positioned myself sitting pressed against my heel.
My foot was under my dress and I could feel my excitement soaking through my lace thong moistening the soft skin of my foot.
I looked over and the couple were half asleep both looking towards the window opposite me. I very slowly started grinding myself against my heel as I read a dirty book I had downloaded.
This continues at a teasing pace for about 10 minutes, with me glancing over between pages to make sure no one has noticed.
The chapter of my book heats up and I quicken my pace. The thought of what I’m doing in public and how wrong it is helps build my excitement and I start biting my lower lip.
At this point I am completely in the moment and not paying attention to anything else around me.
My legs start to spasm as I find release. I let out a small whimper and lay back against my seat enjoying the end of the roller coaster surging through me.
After a few minutes my mind clears from the fog of lust. I look over to see the girlfriend of the pair looking over at me with a small smile.
So embarrassing!
Poster:
Dana