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Dr. Evelyn Colby was on a midnight flight to Germany to speak at a global conference on disease control. Sitting beside her in first-class was Tom, her son and a current med student.
Also with her -- unfortunately -- was a lifelong anxiety of flying on an airplane. It was a phobia she never got over. A product of a near-death experience in her childhood. Therapy helped, but it wasn't enough.
While her son was wearing headphones and watching a movie, she took a prescription pill to help her sleep. She closed her eyes, expecting to wake up in Europe.
Instead of falling asleep, which the prescription usually made happen, she felt something in the pit of her stomach. Her heart was beating faster, too. The first thing that came to mind was the fish entree.
She tapped her son on the shoulder. "Is your stomach bothering you?"
"No, why?" Tom replied, taking the headphones off.
"I think the fish we ate might have..."
She froze mid-sentence. Whatever this was, it was the opposite of food poisoning. It was something she'd never experienced in her life. A feeling she never knew existed.
As much as she tried to fight it, her mouth quivered. Her hands and feet tightened. She hunched slightly from the tension in her core. It wasn't panic or air sickness or food poisoning. What Evelyn undeniably felt was pure, uncut, unadulterated horniness.
"Mom? Are you okay? You look sick. Do you need a vomit bag?"
She was about to answer, but didn't. It only took a few seconds for Evelyn to connect the dots and realize that her trip had been sabotaged. And that it was an inside job. Matt Prichard was her nemesis in the pharmaceutical company. Not only was she being sexually harassed by him, but they were also in competition for a major promotion.
They had clashed in the research department just hours earlier. Not only had she refused his thinly veiled demand for oral sex, but she also rebuffed an informal agreement deciding who'd get the promotion.
Evelyn opened her purse and checked her prescription bottle. The pills appeared to be the same color and size as usual, but upon closer inspection, they were anything but normal.
She fumed. She could get that asshole fired for this, or even sent to jail, but she knew it was nearly impossible to prove anything. But there was a more imminent issue at hand. Her budding arousal was turning into an erupting volcano.
"Look closely at this," she said to her son, showing the pills.
Tom gave a careful examination. "Is that the symbol I think it is?"
"A sexual enhancement drug."
"Oh, well, that's okay," he said, shrugging it off. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about if you brought that by accident."
"No, it's not mine. When I stopped by the lab earlier, someone switched my prescription pills. I'm 99% sure I know who did it."
"Why would anyone swap a prescription like that? It's illegal and dangerous."
She sighed, "It's a long story and I'll explain later. Excuse me, I'll be right back."
Blushing, she went to the restroom. When her son understood the implication, he blushed too. Evelyn was going to masturbate.
Most people on the flight were either asleep or watching a movie. In the restroom, she dropped her pants and took off her panties. Her clitoris was aching and she could smell the aroma emanating from her wet pussy.
Evelyn looked at her reflection. Her cheekbones were flushed and her skin glowed with a seductive, rosy warmth. Her eyes were glassy and dilated. Her breasts were straining against her bra, daring to pop the hook. She looked like pure sex: hungry, lustful, wanting.
Desperate for a quick resolution, she raked her fingers through her trimmed pubic hairs, sending sparks through her body, making her back arch as a burning desire stirred her core. She undid her blouse and pulled her breasts from the confines of her bra cups, loving the image of her swollen pink nipples.
A highly-respected medical researcher, she now looked like a porn star. Staring at her gorgeous breasts made her desperate. Her breasts swayed and bounced from the turbulence of the flight.
When her fingers rubbed her pussy, she pushed her pelvis into her hand. Her juices flowed in a steady trickle from her pussy down to the insides of her slim thighs.
"Fuuuuuuck!" she exclaimed as her body trembled and her tiny hole leaked uncontrollably.
Her orgasm was interrupted by a knock on the door. Someone dared to do such a thing. She was furious until the voice spoke.
"I can hear what you're doing in there. Please come out. Your actions are against airline policy."
Afraid of being arrested over lewd activities, Evelyn got dressed with record speed and quickly rinsed her hands, drying them with a paper towel.
Opening the door, she saw an attractive flight attendant named Shoshana, who had a stern, yet disgusted look on her face.
"Ma'am, I could hear you," Shoshana said privately. "Those actions are against airline policy and could get you blacklisted from all future flights."
"It's not that simple. Well... I was... please, have a look at this."
Evelyn reached in her pocket and showed the bottle of pills to the flight attendant. She was hoping that, woman-to-woman, the flight attendant would sympathize. Especially since Evelyn was a sophisticated-looking person, and not a pervert by any means.
"What's this?"
"I have a fear of flying," Evelyn said discreetly. "Somebody switched my medication for sexual enhancements, the most intense drug of its kind. It's a long story and I apologize. Please understand."
She saw the temporary confusion on the flight attendant's face, wondering if this story was real.
"I know how powerful this drug is. My husband uses it. I use it sometimes, too."
