This is a separate story from my "Liberty's Adventures" series but features the two main characters you are familiar with at a later point in their journey. This was inspired by some fun I had while I was on the flight home from Rome. It went a little bit away from what I had initially had in mind and began to write itself, but I hope you enjoy it.
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It was a wonderful view. The snow tipped Alps glistening in the evening sun. They spread out in front of me in their full majesty as I watched from my seat on my two-hour flight. The furthest mountains, those that were further from the Sun than their brothers directly below me, gave off a brilliant red glow as their view of that glowing disk saw it disappearing beyond the horizon. The dark shadow of night gently drifted across the land beyond them, closing the eyes of its inhabitants.
It was with this glorious view of a snowy paradise that my body shivered. It was from this high vantage point that my feelings soared. It was with that roar of the wind passing me by that I stifled my moans. And it was with the hum of the powerful engines that my teased and drenched pussy pulsed as I sat commando in my flight home.
I had made three mistakes that led me to this delicious situation. The first was that I had packed poorly. I had made the foolish rookie error of not packing enough underwear. I had counted and counted meticulously before my flight. I had checked, and double checked. I had made certain that I had enough for the entire duration of my stay at my hotel. Yet, somehow, through some miracle, I had failed to consider my final travel day. The second mistake was only realising this on the last day. Standing naked in my room I had rooted through my suitcase desperately hoping I was wrong. I clutched at every piece of fabric that I had out of my dirty washing bag in the hope that is was underwear. Unfortunately, none were.
All of this helped to lead me here. But it was my third mistake that firmly placed me here. I could have worn an older pair. It would have been a little gross, and I would have had to choose carefully so as to avoid those that had been saturated on the days that I had been especially...distracted. But I could have managed. My third glorious mistake was that I told her. She who granted me so much pleasure, at the expense of leading me into the most dangerous and exquisite situations in my life. I told her through message that I was without clean underwear and she immediately sprang into action from her office many miles away. A flurry of messages came through asking how I was returning, the timings of my trains, the duration of my waiting time at the airport, the length of my flight and finally what I had planned to wear.
A four-hour train ride to Rome.
A two hour wait in Rome.
An hour train ride to the airport.
Another 4 hours wait and then a 2-hour flight.
And at her urging I would be doing all of it in only a pair of black leggings and a little yellow tank top!
It was going to be a long day for sure.
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The first instructions for the journey came through shortly after I had boarded the train and was already feeling excited by the sensation of two of my most sensitive areas being stimulated by the soft material of my own clothes. Without underwear they were exposed to teasing caresses as I dragged my suitcase through the sleepy Italian town. The cold air and sensuous touches of fabric caused me to shiver and my blonde hair shook about me. As my hair flowed in front of me, my breasts also relished the unusual freedom they had been granted. My nipples had quickly hardened in the cold, early-morning air and my tank top's touches as they shook from side to side made certain that they would remain so for the foreseeable future.
"I'm glad to hear you boarded the train. Drape that blanket over your waist for me darling. We wouldn't want your legs getting cold would we?"
She rarely minded my chest getting cold and permitting my hard nipples to be visible, but my devious accomplice knew I loved the sensation of my nether regions being warm. Every touch by colder fingers, and possibly even colder juices, was magnified whenever my pussy was burning hot from trapping the heat created by my internal fires. Making sure my lower body was warm was her code for letting me know I would be playing with myself and letting my juices run over my sensitive lips momentarily. She knew that this coded message would excite me immediately and get my overactive imagination running through all the possible activities she would encourage me to act out. She never took a wrong step when crafting the messages she sent to me. Sometimes her words were like short, precise darts, others were long military campaigns designed to strip away all the resistance I had until I was left a vulnerable - and often quivering - happily conquered girl. Her skill was what made me certain she was a writer. Well, that and the fact that she told me she was a writer. In a battle of words, I never stood a chance.
That first order had got me excited instantly.
There had been many more since then.
The long train ride had featured me teasing myself in my seat through just my mind and her carefully crafted words, describing every caress, stroke, lick and squeeze she would put my body through if she were there. At various points throughout the journey she would request that I reached between my legs and put pressure upon the area I desperately wished to touch. Always secretly, but always exceptionally, vulnerably exposed. However, when I arrived at the airport a horny, staggering mess my delightful accomplice switched gear.
"I fear you will have no internet connection while airborne my little sparrow. Due to this unfortunate situation I have neglected my work today to commit myself to your pleasure. I have attached a document that will allow me to be present on that flight with you. Enjoy your flight little bird. I will be awaiting eagerly for your arrival."
I hurried to complete the download of the document on my phone as I worked my way through the crowds of travellers. I was careful when brushing past people to keep my sensitive nipples out of the danger of contact. Without my bra, and after the amount of stimulation they had received, they jutted out, proud of their own arousal. My hands, bound to holding my phone and my suitcase, were unable to cover my chest. I honestly couldn't tell whether the embarrassment of having them on display like that was causing agony or ecstasy, but at that point I was aching to clutch my hands to them and I knew the slightest pressure upon them would quite possibly remove the tiny amount of control I had left.
As I staggered in sexual bliss through the airport it was a wonder I managed to check in. Every second I felt as though I was seconds away from pulling the woman checking my boarding passes and loading my luggage over the counter into an embrace to quench the roaring sexual fire burning throughout my body. I thanked every deity out there that the metal detectors did not find any issues with my outfit as I stepped through as a pat-down induced orgasm was something that I felt was a very real possibility. As I claimed my items from the scanning trays I took a brief moment to look down.
As I had feared, the traces of my intense arousal had become evident with the small sliver of damp darkness that had been just barely visible on my thick leggings had expanded as I moved about. The damp patch was now extremely visible expanding into a large circle. The dark material hid the dampness from a distance, but up close it would require no more than a second look for the excitement spilling out of my core to be obvious.
Uncertainty gripped me as I wondered how I could possibly hide it and whether indeed I should. My wonderful accomplice would undoubtably see it as defeating the point of my exposure and the guilt I would feel at cheating would be terrible. My breathing caught in my throat as I suddenly realised that I had no idea what my next step should be. I felt as though I could no longer carry on my exposure in front of so many people, yet I couldn't bear ruining all the hard and caring work that had been put into my arousal. My head spun with alternatives and worst-case scenarios. The world tilted as I stumbled into a seat in the waiting area. My hands clutching the too-smooth plastic that threatened to slip through my moist palms and throw me onto the floor imminently. I desperately opened the document she had sent me. She would be there waiting for me. She was my last hope for sanity.
"Well hello there. Welcome back my incredible little girl. I hope you are having an absolutely fantastic time. I know your holiday has been immensely enjoyable. I'm so so grateful I get a chance to end it in a way I know you will love. By now I am certain that your enjoyment of my teasing will be visible. Either through that water work of a pussy, those beautiful little nipples saying "hello", or simply just the face of a woman out of breath and locked in a world of her own lust. Hmm knowing you it could be all three. Relax and embrace it.
Time for some deep breaths. In...and out. In...and out. Keep that up. In and out. Expel that burning air. Now I know how overwhelming this must be for you. Your mind is going crazy right now in front of all those people and you are unsure. Keep your eyes locked on this screen darling. Don't drift. No one else exists. Deep breaths. You're safe with me. We're having fun. You can manage it and you will enjoy it. You know you have been enjoying it and when I grant you that sweet release and you fall back, overcome with desire, you'll be falling back into my arms. Just breath beautiful.
