Looking out the window beside me, I could see my home shrink away beneath me. For eighteen years I had lived in Seattle, and here I was, on my way to Boston to begin college. My old high school was near the airport, and I felt my throat tighten as we flew above it. I would miss all my old teachers, the friendly faces and familiar halls. I would miss my friends... and Paul.
I felt myself growing hot when I thought of his smooth skin, his soft brown hair, and his laughing gray eyes. The lump in my throat grew as I realized that I would never see him again, and he would never know how I felt. Oh, how I wished I hadn't been too shy! If only I could have found the courage to approach him, to tell him how I longed to hold him, to feel his skin against mine, to feel his hot breath on my neck. I wanted him to kiss me, all over, everywhere, teasing me, tasting me...
I glanced over to the old woman on the seat beside me. She had a blanket around her, eyes closed, and was breathing steadily. As I thought of Paul, the tears on my face mirrored the moisture between my legs, and I couldn't resist brushing my finger against the nipple of my B-cup breast. It stiffened, and a twinge of pleasure went through my body. I grabbed my other nipple and rolled it between my fingers, sending jolts down to my aching pussy. Reaching under my airplane blanket, I ran my hand down my tight stomach, under the waistband of my underwear, and brushed my fingers against my damp lips, sending a tingle through my body that made me lose my breath.
I looked around to make sure that nobody had noticed my gasps, and the man across the aisle from the sleeping woman was focused on his laptop. Nobody else was in sight, so I pushed a finger into my opening. It slid in easily, and I closed my eyes, thinking of Paul's hard cock pressing against me. I slid my fingers along my lips and brushed against my clit, imagining his tongue touching it, licking it. I rubbed it harder, and the tension in my stomach grew. I breathed his name, "Paul", so quietly I could hardly hear it. My fingers were tracing circles around my clit now, rubbing faster, and the tension and warmth in my stomach were spreading outwards, expanding. I imagined him with his cock inside me, thrusting faster and faster, fucking me to heights of orgasmic bliss I had never experienced. Waves of heat and pressure exploded outwards from my pussy, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through me. As my body writhed and throbbed from my orgasm, I could almost hear Paul calling my name, "Carla, Carla"
"Carla? Is that you? Carla?"
I opened my eyes, mortified that someone had seen me. He was standing in the aisle, between sleeping woman and laptop man, grinning his usual grin, but the twinkle in his eyes was not his usual mischievous expression.
"Paul? what are you doing here?" I exclaimed, wiping my juices on my blanket and trying to pretend nothing had happened.
"I'm going to visit my uncle in Boston. you're off to school, aren't you?" He motioned for me to get up, and I followed him to the back of the plane where his seat was located.
"Here, there's an empty seat next to me. Everyone's afraid of flying now, so the planes are never full."
