Jennifer and I walked through the terminal, each dragging a suitcase and laptop bag. As I had when we exited the plane, I had my hand on the back of her hip, just above her ass. While nothing we did specifically called attention to the sodden mess that were her gray stretch pants, she still got her share of odd looks. Of course, she was still holding the panties in her free hand; they were dangling loose by her side.
"Mr Banks," she began. "I know that I was naughty, but..." She stopped and lifted the panties to chest level. They were still a little bit damp and very fragrant. "Can I please put the panties in my suitcase? It's embarrassing."
"This is part of your punishment, Jennifer," I explained. "You were naughty, very naughty, with those panties and I think it's important that everyone in this airport know it."
She reddened. "They already know that I was naughty. All they have to do is look at my pants to know that I was bad."
"Yes, but they wouldn't have the complete picture if they couldn't see you holding my wife's messy panties. True, they probably don't know that they belong to my wife and that you masturbated with them. Or that you wore them this morning on the plane. Or that you took them off in the bathroom to give them to me. Or even that you were very naughty and stuffed them in your mouth to keep from screaming when I made you cum. But they do know," I said, reaching down to gently cup her pussy, "that you're not wearing any panties now. Because you're carrying them in your hand."
Jennifer moaned softly and pressed herself against my hand. She began to slowly grind against it, until I took it away.
"OK," she said.
I began walking again, noticing that a young couple had seen our little exchange and were whispering to each other. I caught Jennifer's eye and motioned towards the couple.
"They know how naughty you are." Jennifer kept her eyes on them until they disappeared from sight.
"I like it," she said. "Thank you."
"What do you like?"
"I like that other people know I'm naughty. And that I'm being punished."
"Remember, your punishment isn't over yet."
"I know," she paused, then, "Can we stop really quick? I have to go."
"Go where, Jennifer?"
"You know...To the bathroom."
I said nothing.
"Mr Banks, please. I have to pee."
"We have to get to the hotel. You can pee there."
Her eyes became a little glassy, and she shifted her weight from foot to foot. "OK, Mr Banks. I'll try to hold it."
Outside, we stood in line for a taxi. As the line slowly moved forward, Jennifer began squirming. Every now and then she pressed her legs together and looked at me pleadingly.
"It shouldn't be too much longer now," I said.
"It's really bad now, Mr Banks," she said, pressing the heel of her hand, the one holding the panties, against her crotch.
"I know it is. It's part of your punishment for being so naughty. But if you're good and hold it in until we get to the hotel, I will make it up to you."
"You will? Promise?"
I nodded. I reached down and caressed her firm ass cheek. It was still damp from earlier, though it was no longer obscenely wet. I let my fingers trace around the swell of her ass, down to her thigh. Then I brought my fingers around between her legs and rubbed it against her pussy. She was still hot and wet. As desperate to pee as she was, she seemed very turned on despite the fact. Or maybe because of it.
Jennifer gasped as my fingertips pushed the thin material of her stretch pants between her lips, stroking back and forth in her wet channel. She leaned in to me, burying her face into my shoulder. I bent my knees a bit to get a better angle and rubbed harder.
"Spread your legs a little for me. Maybe we can take your mind off your bladder."
Without a word, she complied. I held the edge of my finger against the seam in her pants that ran between her pussy lips. Pushing into her, I sawed my hand forward until my fingertip poked out between her legs in front. Then back and up between the firm cheeks of her ass. Jennifer moaned into my shoulder. Again. This time I found her soaking wet again. On my third pass, I went as far up and forward as I could, almost reaching her clit.
Jennifer stiffened and gasped. She let go of the handle of her suitcase and, top-heavy as it was with her laptop bag on top, it fell over backwards with a clatter. We both turned towards the noise. A young woman in a short denim skirt and black sleeveless blouse stood with her foot a few inches from the suitcase handle. She had definitely been watching our little show. And it seemed as if she had been enjoying it, too, if her hard nipples and blushing face were anything to go on. We made eye contact and smiled at each other. She didn't seem embarrassed in the least.
"I'm so sorry," Jennifer said. "Are you OK?"
"Not as good as you're doing, apparently," the woman said with a raised eyebrow.
"I...I've been bad."
"You're lucky to have such a yummy man seeing to your punishment."
Jennifer squatted in front of the woman, legs spread far enough to show her the wet spot growing anew at her crotch. The woman's eyes were glued to it. Her eyes widened when the hand that Jennifer reached out to retrieve the suitcase held yellow panties.
Jennifer noticed the woman's surprise, shrugged, and said quietly, "He's irresistible."
