Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 2.2

I had a strange feeling, that I was going to have to wait long for that answer. Even so, my mind was definitely in another place as we walked across the airport. The thin material of the dress may as well have been tissue paper with how warm it was keeping me. I felt like I was practically wearing nothing the whole time. My mind made it seem like everyone was staring at me as well as we walked.

It was unnerving to say the least but slightly arousing at the same time, I mean, we were on the other side of the country. What were the chances that I was bound to run into someone I knew that was going to get word back of what we were doing? Somehow the logic of that question made me feel some sort of freedom. I could be myself, I could do things, experiment, indulge and there wouldn’t be some crazy stalker holding it over my head. Then again there was always Nat…but I felt like I could trust her.

As we walked, I felt more relaxed than I had in a while, even with the constant stares, the breezes threatening to expose me and the annoyance of having to pull these two bags that kept hitting the back of my heels. I felt really good for once, I was, in a sense, free. That’s until we got to baggage claim, most of the people from our plane were still waiting around the conveyor belts for their luggage. I was too embarrassed to look around to see if I had recognized anyone although, I think I was more worried about anyone recognizing me.

“There it is,” Nat yelled out, pointing at the bag she checked.

Now, all I had was my carry on, Natalie had told me not to worry about anything else and that she had it all covered. Whatever that meant…unfortunately she spotted the bag a little late and it was heading around the corner before we could get to it. We just had to wait for the bag to come back around for us to try to grab it again.

“Excuse me sir, could you help us poor, little girls grab our bag,” Nat’s voice came from behind.

I turned around to see her talking to a giant of a man that looked like a football player. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our bag and instinctively grabbed it. Sadly, I was unable to pull it off of the belt, but was able to stop it from going any further. I worried that Nat packed weights or bricks it felt so heavy. A strong arm suddenly reached around me and grabbed on the suitcase, and as he pulled it up and back off of the conveyor, I felt his body firmly press against my back. I was trapped between our bag and a very hard place and for a second felt like he lifted both me and the suitcase at the same time.

My ass firmly pressed against his crotch, he turned around and placed me back on my feet and the bag on the ground. His gaze traveled down and he was the first to realize that the hem of my dress had caught on the bag which was holding it and completely exposing my shaved pussy.

“I’m sorry, let me help you with that,” he said kneeling down and trying to untangle the material from the handle that caught it.

“Oh god, thank,” a moan escaped my lips as the vibrator came back to life, I looked over to see Natalie with the remote in hand and a huge smile on her face, not hiding it what so ever.

I prayed that between the bag and him, that I was hidden from the view of the rest of the people at baggage claim, especially security. The vibrator on the other hand was driving my pussy wild and turned it into a steadily leaking faucet. With how close he was, I was very sure it wasn’t going unnoticed, the area was chilled so couldn’t claim it was sweat and with his proximity I swear he could smell my arousal. He was definitely taking his time to fix my dress, although in my current state, I probably couldn’t tell seconds from minutes.

Then as he finally was able to separate my dress from our bag, without damaging either, the most unexpected thing happened. With a sudden clink on the ground and the vibrations pulsing on the hard floor. The vibrator that was snuck inside of me had slipped out and was now laying right next to his right foot. I was so embarrassed, I wasn’t sure what to say or do, should I pick it up, should I ignore it and hope he does too. I looked over at Natalie who was just as stunned as I was, although it looked like she was about to crack up laughing.

What happened next, was even more unexpected as he picked it up off of the ground, holding it in his hand like he had just picked up my contact lens.

“Looks like you dropped something,” he put it in his mouth, pulled it out with two fingers, reached under my skirt and slowly pushed it back up inside of me as far as he could.

He didn’t pull his fingers out right away, leaving them inside of me, feeling around, “you do dirty little things like this often, little girl?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I feigned ignorance hoping he would buy it.

He hooked his finger towards him, pressing right against my g-spot, “going without panties and a toy inside of you.”

He added his thumb to rubbing my clit as he continued to manipulate my g-spot at the exact same time. My knees started to shake and my legs began to weaken as he expertly began to play my pussy like a violin.