Discovering Myself - Sex Stories

Discovering Myself

... "I’m so excited!"

"I can tell," Mark chuckled, pulling out his laptop. "Well, work never stops."

I nodded, retrieving my headphones from my purse. "Well, have a good flight, Mark. It’s nice to meet you."

"You too..." he responded, his eyes briefly meeting mine before returning to his screen.

Settling into my own space, I lost myself in a couple of episodes of Grey's Anatomy, but the flight's monotony soon caught up with me. Only an hour and a half had passed, yet it felt much longer.

Glancing over, I saw Mark, still engrossed in his work. His focus was unyielding, a stark contrast to my growing restlessness.

Feeling increasingly warm, I stood to adjust the air vent above. The stale air of the plane felt suffocating, a stark reminder of the confined space. Removing my sweater, I placed it in the overhead bin, longing for the fresh, cool air of the outside world.

As the cool breeze from the vent caressed my skin, I reclined my seat, closed my eyes, and let music wash over me. My thoughts naturally drifted to Greg, my heart swelling with love and anticipation. I imagined surprising him, modeling my new lingerie, his gaze following me as I moved around the room. The thought was exhilarating, stirring a growing warmth within me.

My mind wandered further, delving into a vivid fantasy. I envisioned Greg's kisses, tender and exploratory, tracing a path from my lips, down my neck, lingering over my chest, and teasingly hovering around my navel. His touch, ...

... though imagined, felt incredibly real, igniting a cascade of sensations.

The warmth between my legs intensified, a physical response to the vivid imagery in my mind. I found myself subtly shifting in my seat, the fabric of my clothing brushing against my skin, heightening my arousal. Lost in this sensual reverie, the line between fantasy and reality blurred, each imagined caress sending waves of longing through me. The physical space of the plane seemed to dissolve, leaving me adrift in a sea of desire and anticipation, eagerly awaiting the moment I would be reunited with Greg.

Lost in the depths of my dream, the sensations felt undeniably real. Greg's tongue traced a tantalizing path around my pelvis, igniting a fire of desire within me. The unfamiliar smoothness of my skin added a curious layer to my fantasy. His lips, tender and exploratory, danced over my most sensitive areas, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body.

I felt his hands, more encompassing than ever, cradling my breasts, which now seemed to defy my usual physique. The sensation was bewildering yet exhilarating. In my dream, my breasts had transformed, no longer the flat chest I was accustomed to, but fuller, more pronounced. They were actual mounds, a stark contrast to my usual self.

The pleasure intensified as Greg's touch seemed to magnify the newfound sensitivity of my body. The warmth between my legs spread like wildfire, an uncontrollable blaze of desire and longing.

In this dream ...