Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch 10.2

[Back on track, sorry it took so long, Florida is being crazy as well as the place I work. It felt like I haven't touched this story in forever, but I'm happy to finally finish it and start working on the next book. Hopefully you all enjoy and for all of you supporting me, I am eternally grateful. So here we go again.]

At that moment, I felt kind of lost, I mean the first person I really admitted feelings to, that I was so open and mentally exposed to, just left without even saying goodbye. Fine, whatever, it wasn’t going to do me any good crying over it, which I wasn’t…a lot…and eventually after a few hours sulking in bed. I ate the cold breakfast and got ready to head to the airport. Although looking for the clothes she left me to wear was another unwelcomed surprise.

The hoodie was the only thing that she left on the chair, and it wasn’t much cover. The hem came just a couple of inches under my ass and made me feel openly… airy down there, even the pockets had holes so big I could fit my hands through them and worried with the right angel, they had a clear sight to my bare slit. But worry and fear kept getting shadowed by sadness as every time I tried to get mad at Nat for putting me in another predicament, I just couldn’t help but forget my anger and wish she was here with me. I checked in the backpack to find my wallet, phone, ticket, external battery charger and a cardboard box with the words, “open when you get home” written on it.

All I really wanted to do at this point was to just get home, away from all of this and safe once again. A part of me wanted to open up the box though, but knew I probably shouldn’t. Even the thought of just throwing it in the trash out of anger crossed my mind, but that just felt wrong somehow, like I was throwing the last piece of Nat I had away, and I just wasn’t able to bring myself to do that just yet.

A notification went off on my phone saying the Uber had arrived and making my way carefully down, felt like I was one wrong step away from exposing myself. I could even feel the air condition in the hall moving through the holes in my pockets and right between my legs, as if the air itself was trying to tease me, making me start to slowly drip down my thighs. Past the front desk and the door man, I felt like all eyes were on me, just waiting to see what may show, but thankfully the car was right in front.

When I opened the door, I was met with a couple in the back of the car, “oh, I’m so sorry, must be the wrong car,” I was so embarrassed, I could have died that moment.

“Oh, no, you signed up for a shared uber to cut the cost, I hope you don’t mind,” the driver spoke from the front.

Now I was blushing even more, I thought this would be the one break I needed after coming down feeling so exposed, but now I was about to be in close quarters, half naked with a couple of random strangers. I slipped the backpack off my right arm and used it like a shield and left one hand in my pocket to keep the front of the hoodie down to cover me and prayed they didn’t see anything as I made my way into the car, sitting down next to them as they squeezed closer together.

“Quelle putain de salope,” the woman said, with a tone in her voice, I didn’t even know what language she was speaking, she just looked at me with a look of disgust and spoke, “American,” like that was the worst of all insults.

The couple looked well established, like something out of an ad for perfume in a magazine of things I could never afford, or like for that matter since girly stuff kind of disgusted me as much as I was disgusting her. While her gaze was of disgust, the look on the man’s face exact opposite, his smile, his gaze as he scanned me up and down, looked like an animal eyeing his prey. Looking down at his leg, it looked like a big snake was slithering down it and as if she knew I was looking, the bitches hand moved on top of it.

“Est-ce que la petite salope t'excite mon amour?” her hand stroked his manhood over his pants as she spoke.

I still couldn’t make out a single word they were saying, I could only imagine with the tone of her voice, his gaze on my body and the growing hard-on that didn’t seem to have an end in sight, that it was something dirty and about me, I mean as obvious as that sounds. My own hand was getting a mind of its own as I watched the woman continue to stroke his cock, reaching through the hole in the pocket and gently stroking my slit with a finger, biting my lip as I could only imagine how big it must be, how it tasted on my tongue and felt as he pushed it inside of me. When I looked up, our eyes met and instead of a look of surprise, I saw my reflection in the window next to him to see nothing but lust in my eyes.

My finger began to penetrate my wet pussy and I did my best to not make my actions noticeable, I looked at the woman once again to see her staring intently at what her hand was doing, biting her lip as if she was thinking exactly what I was, but knowing she had already experienced it, probably many times. As I added another finger deep inside of me her gaze went from his lap to my face and with our eyes finally meeting, all I could sense was anger coming from her.

“Ok, we’re here, Gate 1505,” the driver spoke, not looking back once as he did.

I quickly pulled my fingers from me and out of my pocket, the only goal on my mind was now getting out of that car as fast as I could. Opening the door and putting a foot out of the car onto the curb, I already felt my hoodie began to rise and threaten to uncover me, turning and getting out, I was just barely covered and sighed a sigh of relief that I wasn’t totally exposed to the countless number of people standing outside of the doors. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe in, I felt the wind on my face, the wetness left on my fingers, air blowing across my bare ankles all the way up to my bare breasts and at that moment, felt something was wrong.

I opened my eyes to see a bunch of people had stopped in their tracks to stare at me and looked down in shock to see what had caught their attention. My hoodie had been pulled all the way, bunching under my arm pits and I tried desperately to pull it back down, but it was stuck on something. I looked back to see the woman with her arms out, holding the back of the hoodie having pulled it up to completely expose me. The look on her face was nothing but devious evilness as she exposed me to the world, further back in the car I could just make out the man’s lap, his own hand now stroking his cock over his pants.

A horn blared behind us and the last words she said before she finally let go and gave me a hard shove was, “fucking american slut,” as she slammed the door shut and the uber drove off.