Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 1

... flustered and err, you appear to be having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction.” The girl said.

I looked down my front then pulled my top up over my nipples, then pulled the sides of my skirt together and said,

“Oops, sorry about that.”

“That’s okay, these things happen, John, stop looking at the poor girl, you’ll make her get all embarrassed.”

“That’s okay,” I replied, “I’m sure that you will see a lot more skin that this on the beaches where we’re going, I’m Emma by the way.”

“Hi, I’m Jane and this pervert is John, sorry about him staring at you, are you sure that you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine now thank you.”

I picked-up my back-pack and returned it to my lap so that my right hand could start discretely diddling my clit again as the girl and I chatted for a little while, all the usual stuff that people talk about in that situation and nothing exciting. Then the girl turned to her boyfriend and they started tongue wrestling again.

However, the guy was in the ideal position to look passed his girlfriend to me, and in particular my chest and lap. After I’d seen him looking a couple of times I decided to take advantage of the situation and firstly pulled my top down a bit so that my areolae were on display, then I moved my back-pack down to my knees so that he could see my right hand diddling my clit. This, the vibrator and my addiction were enough to start a slow build-up to another orgasm as I watched the guy watching me in his reflection on the ...

... window.

My second orgasm on that plane arrived just before the pilot told everyone to fasten their seatbelts because we were starting our descent and I was sure that the guy had realised that I was having an orgasm although he never said anything to his girlfriend.

When it came to disembarking the couple were up and away just as soon as they could and I was left to decide how much I was going to reveal as I got off. I decided that my top was going to be low enough at the front to reveal my areolae and the overlap of my skirt, or lack of it, was going to be in the middle at the front and the back hem was going to be ‘accidentally’ caught under my back-pack.

I wasn’t really expecting anyone to notice because everyone would be more interested in getting through the airport and really starting their holidays but even just my goodies being uncovered in public was making me think about my pussy and how quickly I could get my fingers to it.

Unfortunately, I forgot all about the cabin crew standing near the exit to wish everyone a great holiday and I had to make some quick adjustments as I got near the front of the plane so as not to risk their wrath and maybe get banned from flying home with them.

The walk from the bottom of the plane’s steps to the bus to take us to the terminal made up for my hasty cover-up when the wind took control of my skirt and my slit was on show to all the people already on the bus who were looking back to the plane. Of course I just ignored my skirt’s ...