Masturbating a mile high in the sky-Morgan gets off hard-Part 2

I could feel my face getting warmer and pinker. Feeling warm and sweaty, I wondered if my companion could feel the heat radiating off my masturbating body. I really just wanted to rip off all of my clothes right there, turn and face him, spread my legs wide open and just rub one off right in front of him. Unfortunately, I don’t think the flight attendants or other passengers would be too pleased, so it would have to remain a fantasy.

Pushing my middle finger further down my slit, it reached my pussy hole and was instantly drenched with warm, silky wetness.

Slowly I traced a circle around the hole pushing just a fingertip inside. Unconsciously, my hips pushed forward slightly hoping to fuck my finger. Quickly, I realized I better pay more attention otherwise I would get caught. A little bit of movement could be masked as shifting of my body during sleep, but not the full-on wild thrusting that my cunt so desired.

It was such a thrilling feeling masturbating and rubbing my hot pussy with a stranger sitting three inches from me. I was dying to know what thoughts were running through his mind. Did he have any idea that my hand was down my pants rubbing my pussy? The thought made me so excited and aroused… I had to rub my clit! It felt like it was on fire burning with excitement.

Pulling my middle finger up my slit, my body instantly tensed up as my fingertip glided up and over my clit and I exhaled raggedly. It is so unbelievably sensitive right underneath. I wished I could have used my other hand and spread open my lips exposing the tip better, but I would just have to deal with my situation.

Slowly and steadily I rubbed my clit in circles then side to side.

I tried to control my breathing and keep myself quiet. I had to bite my lower lip as the sensitivity increased. My clit felt electric, I felt waves of pleasure and tingles, sometimes to the point I thought I would cum, and then I backed off. It was so wet if I moved my finger too fast, I’m sure my companion would hear the squishiness.

My nipples were so damn hard; I could feel they were poking through the fabric of my t-shirt. I could feel them being constricted against my bra. Could my companion see that they were hard? I wish he did and would reach over with his right hand and pull on my left nipple right through my shirt with his thumb and forefinger while masturbating. Then maybe he could lift up my t-shirt, pull the cup of my bra aside and lick my nipple with his tongue.

I wanted him to suck on them, pulling the nub into his mouth and maybe even biting with his teeth.

I loved the thought of a distinguished gentleman sucking on my nipples like a little baby, it made my pussy cream.

The confined space, the secret I was hiding, and my dirty thoughts were driving me crazy, I had to cum! Beginning to rub my clit feverishly, I didn’t care about a thing in the world at that moment. My back was arching forward pushing my clit against my fingertip. I could feel the sensations building; I squeezed my muscles at a steady pace, again and again.

Then I could feel them start to quiver, I couldn’t continue at that pace, my orgasm was taking over while masturbating. I bit my lip very hard as my pussy contracted uncontrollably, as waves of pleasure emanated from my swollen, throbbing clit out towards the rest of my body.

I wanted to moan loudly, scream how I wanted to be fucked, but I had to hold it in.

Breathing heavily, I came back to reality and opened my eyes. I felt like I had just encountered a wild hurricane, but all was well in the cabin. Everyone was reading, watching a movie, or listening to music, minding their own business.

My companion was still thumbing through his newspaper nonchalantly, not noticing I was masturbating earlier. My hand was still down my pants and I retrieved it slowly. The middle finger was covered in pussy juice and I did my best to wipe it off on the inside of my panties and sweatpants.

As my hand returned to the outside world, my companion had to smell my pussy. Any man can distinguish that smell, the true scent of a woman. I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked the rest of the juice off, a sweet and tangy taste. I hoped that he saw that through his peripheral vision. Excusing myself, I got up and went to the bathroom.

I walked by all of the passengers with a bright, flushed face and fingers smelling of pussy.

As I closed the door in the bathroom and removed my sweatpants and panties, I encountered the silky, sticky wetness from my masturbating orgasm all over my thighs. My panties were soaked. I stroked my clit a couple more times; it was super sensitive but felt so good. I quickly washed my hands, left the bathroom, and headed back to my seat.

When I arrived at my row, I tapped my companion on the shoulder and he stood up to let me back into my seat.

“Are you alright, your face is awfully flushed?” he questioned in a concerned tone.

“Oh I’m quite fine, I just get a little pink now and then,” as I flashed a huge grin.

“Ok Miss, just checking,” he smiled back at me.

As I settled back into my seat feeling refreshed and relaxed, I smiled devilishly, retrieved my book, and continued on the flight of pleasure.

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