Discovering Myself - Sex Stories

Discovering Myself

... fabric concealed the worst of it.

Sitting in the cramped space of the lavatory, I did my best to clean up with the paper towels provided. As I wiped away the remnants of my dream-induced arousal, a sense of shame washed over me. Never before had I experienced such an intense and uncontrolled sexual response, especially not in such a public and inappropriate setting. The orgasm, one of the most vigorous of my life, had completely blindsided me, and I hadn't even been fully awake to experience it.

Where did that come from? I wondered, my mind racing with confusion and embarrassment. Trying to make sense of it all, I attributed the unexpected intensity to the combination of high altitude, the excitement of my upcoming wedding, and the deep longing I felt for Greg. This confluence of emotions and circumstances, I reasoned, must have triggered the vivid and overwhelming dream.

Standing in front of the mirror in the airplane lavatory, a sense of disbelief washed over me. The tightness in my chest, which I had initially brushed off as a physical response to my intense dream, was not just a feeling. Something was different, tangibly different.

My bra, usually a mere formality, felt unusually constrictive. In a flurry, I shed my sweater and tank top, confronting the image in the mirror with a mix of shock and awe. There they were – breasts, actual mounds that filled my bra in a way I had never experienced. It was as if the dream had somehow morphed into reality.

I ...

... hastily unhooked my bra to get a clearer view. The reflection staring back at me was astonishing. My breasts had grown at least a cup size or two, resembling the ones I had envisioned in my dream – round, budding, the size of small apples. My nipples too had changed, now larger and more pronounced, roughly the size of my pinky fingertip.

Adjusting my bra to accommodate this unexpected and mysterious growth, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement and confidence. They looked perfect, just as I had imagined them in the throes of my dream.

As I redressed, a torrent of thoughts raced through my mind. Is this a dream? Is this really happening? The hope that they would remain this way, coupled with the thought of Greg's reaction, sent a wave of exhilaration through me.

I took a few deep breaths to steady myself, trying to temper the burgeoning excitement before stepping out of the lavatory. As I walked back to my seat, I felt transformed, almost like a new woman. My posture was straighter, my steps more confident.

Passing by the airplane bar, I decided to indulge in this newfound confidence. Settling onto a barstool, I couldn't help but express my fascination to the stewardess.

“I’ve never sat down at a bar in an airplane before. This is so cool!” I exclaimed, my voice tinged with genuine enthusiasm.

“Sure is, Miss,” she replied with a smile. “What can I make you?”

“I’ll have a lemon drop, please!” My voice was filled with a vibrancy that seemed to mirror my ...