I flashed him a friendly smile, and he continued chatting and inquired about my plans in San Francisco. I have to admit that I was more candid than usual with someone I just met, and told him about meeting my boyfriend. I was also very forthcoming about our antics of me exhibiting myself. He almost choked on his drink when I told him that I wasn't wearing any panties. Since my confession, he sat higher in his seat apparently trying to gain a view of my pussy. I'm not sure he saw my bush peeking-out, but the thought of it was exciting. With the tray down and extended towards me, I doubted it. I was having fun, and was amused that with every slight movement from me, he would glance down to my lap. From my constant squirming in the seat, I could now feel my entire bare butt and the lower part of my back against the coat. Without it, I'm sure anyone looking at me from the side would see me bare with my dress riding at my waist. The thought of that put me into a sort of overdrive, I think, and I had a mad desire to show him everything, but I fought the urge knowing that others might see.
When the announcement came to return our seats to the full and upright position, and secure our trays in preparation for landing, I casually did so while glancing to see the man's reaction. His shocked expression when he saw my bush was very satisfying. Glancing down, I could see part of my lower stomach and vulva were in clear view. I casually crossed my legs towards him, and draped the coat tails over my exposed side to hide my bottomlessness from others. I got my compact and touched-up my lipstick while allowing him a view of my bush between crossed legs. He didn't utter a word, which was surprising considering his constant chatter earlier. I was slightly jolted when the plane wheels touched-down, and had uncrossed my legs to balance myself, which provided him a more intimate view. When we finally stopped at the gate, I put my compact away, covered and tied my coat, and sat. I wanted to be the last to deplane, and when my friend saw that I wasn't moving, he finally croaked out something which I didn't quite understand but figured he wanted to pass. He repeated himself, and I sat back, picked-up my legs and spread them apart to make room for him. I was so naughty, and I felt like a slut, but at the same time loved it. We ended-up being the last two to deplane, and after getting my luggage from the overhead bin, I removed my coat for my grand entrance to the terminal.
The expression on my boyfriend's face made me even more hot and horny, if that was possible. The looks from other men, and my gentleman friend added to create the crazed woman I was to become that night. This was only the beginning of a guilt-ridden, but excitingly memorable night, which included only the second time I had sex with more than one guy at the same time. It also opened my eyes to the kind of guy my boyfriend was, which disappointed me, and caused us to break-up. It's very exciting telling this, and I hope you want to hear more.
