Masturbating a mile high in the sky-Morgan gets off hard-Part 1

 

Join me on a filthy story of masturbating while surrounded by passengers, and flight crew!

 

“What the hell am I going to do on this six-hour flight?” I thought as I wandered through the airport.

 

I had been on a plane ride twice before in my life and both times were only two-hour flights. Of course, I brought a couple of magazines with me, but those only peak my interest for about fifteen minutes each.

 

I usually flip directly to the sex advice articles and laugh at the same things they suggest. I’m really not an avid reader but I thought this would probably be a good opportunity to buy a book to read. I never thought I would be masturbating soon to one.

 

I passed by a Barnes and Noble and immediately headed towards the Sex & Relationship section. Perusing the selection I spotted some erotica books. What a perfect way to spice up the plane ride by indulging in some hot and heavy reading.

 

I purchased a compilation of erotic short stories; I knew this would help pass the time.

 

After boarding the plane, I quickly found my seat. Of course, I had selected the seat by the window previously when I purchased the ticket online. It was warm in the plane and I figured I’d better get comfortable immediately before the other passenger entered my row. I took off my cream-colored pea coat and stuffed it in the overhead compartment.

 

For the trip, I decided that comfort was key. I wore black fitted sweatpants with a matching zip-up sweatshirt with a teal t-shirt underneath. Hiding under my outfit was my favorite bra and panty set from the Gap. It’s such a cute set: white with multicolored polka dots. I wasn’t wearing much makeup, just some glittery pink lip gloss.

 

Before I left the house I completed my low maintenance look with a quick spray of my Pink Sugar cotton candy aromatic perfume. I pulled my long blonde hair back into a clip and sat back down in my seat. Perfect for future masturbating!

 

Finally, watching all the people file into the plane and disperse into their rows, I wondered who would be sitting next to me. I was sure hoping for an attractive guy, but usually one can never be so lucky. Shortly thereafter a gray-haired, distinguished older man entered the row and sat down next to me. Oh goody, I love older men. I smiled up at him as he got himself situated.

 

“Do you mind if I turn on the overhead light?” He asked.

 

“No, not at all, I’m going to do some reading so I’ll need it too,” I replied, smiling.

 

I had stashed my pink backpack under the seat in front of me. After the plane took off I decided that it was time to start some reading, since the book had at least 500 pages of smut waiting to be read. I pulled the backpack up into my lap and retrieved my new purchase. I wondered if my new companion noticed my book; he would have to be blind not to notice the silhouette of a naked woman against a black background and the word “erotica” in hot pink lettering.

 

Out of my peripheral vision, I could tell he was busy reading his newspaper wearing a pair of classic reading glasses. Secretly, I hoped he was curious about what the young, sassy blonde sitting next to him was indulging in and that he took a quick peep at my book out of the corner of his eye. He had no idea I would be masturbating to it soon!

 

Finally, flipping through the book I came across a story that described a couple’s lunchtime sexual encounter. The wife, a professional, met her husband at a construction site he was working at. She was wearing a business suit and he was all dirty, hot, and sweaty from working.

 

They ended up in an unfinished home he was working in. He tied her to an unfinished kitchen island and teased her mercilessly, saying how he would leave her there tied up for his workers to use for their pleasure. Finally, after she begged, he fucked her, all the while leaving her restrained.

He came inside her and let his cum drip out of her pussy and run down her legs.

 

It was such an incredibly hot and dirty story. I couldn’t help but picture myself in the situation.

 

Throughout the story, my clit began to feel tingly, that familiar aching, wanting, needing feeling. It begged to be touched. I needed to touch it, rub it and soothe my desires. Glancing around, I noticed there were people all around me. There were probably at least 150 people on the plane. Could I cum while masturbating on a plane full of people? Would they know? Would they care? Finally, could I be quiet enough?

 

All I knew was that I had to satisfy my burning desire. My face was already flushed from being aroused. Quickly, I unzipped my black sweatshirt and laid it across my lap. I tossed the book in my backpack and pushed it under the seat in front of me. Tilting my head towards the window, I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep.

 

Slyly, I inched my right hand under the elastic waistband of my sweats ever so slowly.

 

The sweatshirt was covering my lap, so no one could really tell what I was doing. Finally, my fingers soon encountered my cotton panties, another barrier to cross, dammit! My fingers pushed through and brushed across my trimmed blonde pubic hair. Almost there! Finally, my fingertips reached my moist, warm pussy lips. God, it felt so good to touch them! I lightly traced my finger over the lips, teasing myself.

 

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