Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 1.3

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There was a moment of silence, and it was like I could feel her holding her breathe. I couldn’t possibly imagine what she was thinking, but my embarrassment was through the roof. It felt just like the first time I had proven myself a virgin in that dirty old man’s office when all of this began. Legs wide, lips gaping open, a strangers face so close that they could tell more details about my vagina than I could possibly ever know, and it was mine.

Slap!

Natalie gave Jen a light slap on the butt, the sound bringing us both back to reality remembering that not only was I naked in the back of crowded airplane thousands of feet in the air. She was now bending over two women with her head between the legs of the naked one. Both of our predicaments now equally as incriminating. Without knowing the context, people would easily have thought she was going down on a random passenger who was a slutty exhibitionist, letting anyone have a go at her.

With no words, her hands found my legs and I felt the weight of her body as she lifted herself up off of us, finding her footing and walking to the back behind the curtain. My heart racing and mind racing at the possibilities if Natalie hadn’t brought her back to reality. Us getting caught, her going down on me right there and then, Natalie jumping in and playing with her under her skirt. I felt like my mind was in the same place as hers just was, until the reality of my situation hit me once again.

“Oh shit,” no blanket, I was now completely exposed and grabbed down for the blanket.

Airplanes are the worse when trying to find things on the floor or under a seat, practically no space to bend over and being so short, that just makes it harder, and frantically I came to realize that I couldn’t find the blanket.

I quickly covered my breasts and pussy, looking over at Natalie, who looked like she was about to bust a gut laughing, “Nat, give me your blanket, I can’t find mine.”

“That’s because our flight attendant took it with her, behind the curtain without even realizing it,” she put her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggle, “I guess she didn’t even realize what she was doing, or maybe she did.”

“Well, what the hell am I supposed to do,” I whispered sternly, not trying to draw attention.

“I guess you better go back there and get it.”

“Nat, we’re on a plane, like a mile up, you’re crazy, I’m not going to,” Nat placed a finger over my mouth stopping me.

“Maggie, you’re on a plane, a mile up, and I’m the only person that knows you here, everyone else is asleep,” she looked deeply into my eyes tracing my lips with the tip of her finger, “why, the, fuck, not?”

Knowing that I really had no other choice, I undid my belt, squeezing pass Nat who didn’t pass up the opportunity to get a quick grope of my breasts and crouching down on low I slipped through the curtains and was met with a surprising sight.

“Mmmph,” her moans were suppressed by the blanket over her nose and mouth, the same blanket that was just covering my naked body.

They were so quiet that even standing a few feet away from her, I could barely hear them. It was only being able to see what her other hand was doing, buried into her pencil skirt, her arm moving, the bulge from her fingers clearly showing their furious motion was how I knew she was pleasuring herself. But she was so lost in her pleasure, her eyes closed that she didn’t even know I was there. I had never walked in on someone masturbating before and knew the humiliation that someone could experience if caught. I didn’t know how long my presence was going to go unnoticed but at the same time, had no idea what to do next.

“Mmmm,” her moans a bit louder and with each sound I stepped closer, her arousal, her smell, remembering the look on her face moments ago so close to my pussy drawing me in.

At the moment I was close enough for her to sense me, her eyes opening, I knew I had to act. With a single motion and before she could say a word, I pulled the blanket from her face with my left hand and with my right placed behind the back of her head, pulled her towards me and began kissing her passionately. Her hand pulling out of her skirt and brought to the side of my face, the kiss was no longer one sided as her passion was made apparent as she pulled me towards her as well. A kiss that only broke for a second when I realized the wetness of her fingers, the same fingers I took into my mouth needing to taste her, even just this little bit.

She was sweet, addictingly slow, like nothing I had ever tasted yet and I wanted more. I wasn’t used to taking control, I was usually he one being taken, but in a way that gave me and idea of what I wanted to do next. I shoved her up against the wall, the metal shelves buckling, I hadn’t thought of how much noise it was going to make.

“Oh god, I’m so sor…” her hand quickly came over my mouth stopping me from talking further.

Just as I thought I was about to take control, Jen started pushing me backwards, her hand still over my mouth until my back was up against a wall.

“Shhhh, trust me,” taking her hand off of my mouth and opening a door next to us and pulling me towards her, locking lips once again.

Walking backwards while making out wasn’t anything new to me, even with a stranger, but worrying about what I was about to run into was the nerve-racking part. She quickly closed the door behind her and turned on the lights and here I was, about to join the mile high club.