Discovering Myself - Sex Stories

Discovering Myself

... state, the sensations were amplified beyond my usual experience. His tongue's relentless pursuit of my pleasure, coupled with the firm grasp of his hands on my now fuller breasts, was driving me towards an uncharted territory of ecstasy. My nipples had grown in size and sensitivity, adding to the overwhelming sensation.

A pressure within me built, an exquisite tension that begged for release. I found myself moaning, lost in the crescendo of pleasure, until an orgasm of seismic proportions jolted through me. The intensity of the experience was so overpowering that it shattered the veil of my dream, catapulting me back to reality with a loud exclamation that echoed through the cabin.

Startled awake, drenched in sweat, I immediately realized the awkwardness of my situation. The flight attendant, who had been passing by, looked at me with a mix of concern and surprise.

"I - I’m sorry about that," I stammered, still trying to regain my composure and shake off the remnants of the vivid dream.

"You alright, Miss?" the flight attendant inquired, her voice laced with professional concern.

"I- I- I’m fine," I replied, my words tripping over each other as I struggled to return to the reality of the airplane cabin.

"Well, let me know if you need anything, Miss," she offered kindly before continuing down the aisle.

As I sat there, trying to calm my racing heart and steady my breathing, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and lingering arousal. The ...

... dream had been so intense, so vivid, that it left me in a state of disarray. I glanced briefly at Mark, hoping he hadn’t noticed my outburst, and attempted to compose myself, still reeling from the unexpected intensity of my subconscious desires.

As I focused on my breathing, trying to regain a semblance of control, the trembling gradually subsided. Yet, in its wake, I became acutely aware of the dampness between my legs and an unexpected tightness enveloping my chest. Initially, I attributed this discomfort to the jarring nature of my abrupt awakening, but it soon became apparent that it was more than just a respiratory reaction.

My chest felt constricted, as if invisible hands had tightened a corset around me in my sleep. Glancing over to Mark, I noticed he was still deeply engrossed in his work, headphones in, seemingly oblivious to my turmoil. But what escaped my notice was the faint, knowing smirk that curved one side of his mouth.

Realizing I needed to excuse myself, I unfastened my seatbelt and rose from my seat. As I did, I left behind a faint, wet imprint on the leather, a silent testament to the intensity of my dream.

Making my way to the washroom, I quickly shut the door behind me, eager for privacy. The examination confirmed my suspicions: my underwear was thoroughly soaked, the evidence seeping through to my yoga pants, creating a conspicuous wet spot.

"Thank god for black," I muttered to myself, a sigh of relief escaping my lips as I realized the dark ...