Kayla finally made it to her seat on the plane, releasing a large sigh she hadn't realized she had been holding it.
'Phew! That was quite the ordeal!'
This was the 18 year old's first time flying, and getting through the airport had been... well, interesting. Her parents had divorced her junior year of high school, and so this was the first time the teenager was going to visit her dad, who now lived three states over- hence why she was now at the airport in order to fly to see him.
Her mom had dropped her off at the airport that morning, rather begrudgingly as it had a bitter divorce, and Kayla had promptly gone to the ticket counter to pick up her ticket and drop off her suitcase. The line had been rather long, but the teen had waited it out without too much worry as her mom had made sure the girl had plenty of time to make her flight, and eventually she was ready to get to her terminal, ticket in hand. Heading over to security the TSA agent grabbed her ID and ticket, glanced up at her, and sent her on her way.
'So far so good,' the slightly nervous Kayla had thought, not knowing what all she had to do to actually get on a plane.
The scanners was where she had encountered her problem. Putting her purse and backpack in a bin on the conveyor belt along with her shoes one of the TSA agents stopped her.
"Sorry ma'am, you are going to either have to remove your jacket or get a pat down."
Kayla instantly had a dilemma on her hands. She wasn't wearing much under her light jacket as she wanted to travel comfortably, and so the High School senior had worn her favorite shorts - which truth be told barely covered her butt cheeks, revealing the slender girl's long skinny legs. Under the jacket the younger girl was only wearing a bright lacy bra and a rather flimsy tank top as she had just planned on wearing the jacket the whole time since it was earlier in the morning and she knew she would be slightly chilled on the flight over.
Kayla had come to known over the last year or two as she fully grew into her body that she was quite an attractive girl, with her long legs and slim body. Her breasts had filled in just last year, and she was now sporting an ample rack that was the envy of most of the girls in her class. Her blonde hair and bright green eyes on her pale complexion completed the package in making a very lascivious and attractive 18 year old. Even though Kayla knew she was hot, she was still insecure about showing off her body. Besides her tiny shorts, which all the girls wore those days, she tended to dress rather modestly and covered her chest with several layers whenever she could.
So here she was at the security checkpoint, either having to remove her jacket or be felt up by a complete stranger.
'I'm pretty sure you can see my bra under my tank top,' the girl thought shyly as she stood next to the body scanner, trying to decide on what course of action to take.
Noticing the line of people starting to pile up behind the slender girl quickly decided she would just take the jacket off and make her way through the scanner, as the alternative seemed even less appeasing and it would only be for a second anyways. Unzipping her jacket she threw it in the bin with her purse and stepped over to the scanner, not before noticing the TSA agent's eyes roam over her now revealed slender body in appreciation however.
'Pig!,' the girl thought sourly as she tried to make it through the body scanner rapidly so she could get her jacket back and cover up once more.
In her haste however she had forgotten spare change in her front pocket - really the only thing that could possibly fit in those tiny squares of fabric - and so a female TSA agent was called over to pat her down in the end anyways, much to the semi exposed girl's dismay. Kayla moaned inwardly, being forced to step to the side as more and more people walked through the scanner and past her, several of them openly ogling the 18 year old's lithe body under the thin tank top. After a few pats the agent confirmed they were just quarters after all, leaving Kayla free to dash over to her belongings and throw her jacket back on. Gathering her stuff, the slightly red faced teen headed over to her terminal.
And now here she was, sitting in the window seat of a rather large plane - three seats were on each side of the aisle - getting ready to fly on her first airplane.
'I guess in the end it wasn't too horrible,' Kayla thought as she buckled her seat belt and settled into her chair to await the rest of the passengers to file in behind her and take their seats.
In fact, looking back the incident with security was kind of exciting with her body nearly exposed for all those people to see. Kayla had never worn that little of clothing before in public - she didn't go to public pools because of how exposed she would feel. In fact, only one boy had ever seen the teen with less on, and that had been six months ago as the two had explored each other's body - well top half only - in more of a 'I want to see what the other gender has under there' than a sexual desire way, ending in awkwardness and dissatisfaction. But being 18 Kayla had most assuredly felt the urges to express herself sexually, and she had definitely found out how to pleasure herself shortly after puberty had hit a few years back, and so the thought of random men getting horny by just looking at her in a flimsy tank top made the young girl pretty excited herself.
"Is this row 15?"
Startled out of her sexual fantasy thoughts, Kayla looked up to see a strikingly handsome African American standing next to her row.
"Uh...yes, yes it is."
"Great, this is me then!"
The wide shouldered man sat down in the seat next to Kayla, buckling himself in before reaching his hand out towards her.
"I'm Chris, by the way."
"Hi, I'm Kayla."
Chris settled into his chair and closed his eyes, allowing Kayla to check him out a little more. The seemingly older man, probably in his late twenties, had a body to be desirous of. Large muscles rippled across his arms, clearly visible in the white t-shirt the man was sporting. He had a handsome clean shaven face, and black close cropped hair topped his hand.
'He's dreamy...' a lovestruck Kayla thought as her eyes roamed over the stranger's body, drinking in the sight of the handsome man next to her.
Chris's eyes suddenly popped open as he reached into his bag at his feet to grab an MP3 player, and Kayla quickly looked away, hoping the young man didn't catch her staring at him.
One of the flight attendants came on over the intercom, telling all the passengers the plane was about to take off. Kayla was happy to note that nobody took the aisle seat in their row, leaving her alone with the handsome stud next to her. Getting nervous about flying once more as the flight attendants proceeded to go over the safety instructions, Kayla forgot about the hunk next to her as the plane began moving, staring out her window and watching as the plane rolled away from the terminal. While she was slightly scared about being so high up in the air in a large piece of metal with two smallish wings, the first time flyer was still thrilled when the plane took off down the runway, her heart jumping into her chest as the wheels suddenly left the ground and they became airborne. Looking out her window as they climbed up until clouds completely obscured her view, Kayla then nestled her head against the wall of the plane, trying to get some rest in as she knew it would be a long flight ahead of her.
An undetermined amount of time later Kayla woke with a start as the plane shook violently. Fully coming to, the teen realized that she was no longer leaning against the wall of the plane; during her sleep she had rolled over, and now her head was resting on Chris' muscular shoulder. Sitting up in a hurry, a sheepish Kayla looked over at her row mate.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry."
