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Martha thought God had answered her deepest prayer, most of her friends were already married. Some of them had children. Martha felt more and more isolated from her community, every day that passed without a man in her life seemed like a curse. Then Frank appeared. He seemed to be everything she ever wanted in a man. He was good looking. He was serious, but could still make her laugh when he teased her. Most of all, he wanted her. How glorious it made her feel to be wanted. The wedding had been grand, and now, now she was setting next to her husband in a first class seat on her way to Hawaii. How could life get any better?
She held on to his arm and laid her head on his shoulder. She had been nervous about her first flight, but felt that nothing could harm her as long as she was with Frank. Mrs. Frank Talker, she sighed and snuggled down into the airplane seat. When Frank leaned over toward her, Martha leaned towards him thinking he wanted to kiss. Frank stopped just short of her mouth and spoke to her in quite earnest tones.
"There is something I would really like for you to do for me," he said softly, looking intensely into her eyes.
"What is that honey?" Martha was captivated by the prettiest eyes she had ever seen.
"I want you to go into the rest room and take off your panties, then bring them to me." Martha continued to stare into his eyes. Her mind was trying desperately to make sense of what it had just heard. It seemed to her that Frank had just spoken in a foreign language. She understood each word, but the whole seemed too preposterous for her to have heard him correctly.
"What?" Was all she could say in reply.
"I want you to go into the rest room and remove your panties and bring them to me." Frank repeated the instructions.
"Come on, humor me, do this for your new husband," he continued after a brief pause. Martha thought about it for a minute. Why not? He is my husband, no one else will know. The 'naughtiness' of it was beginning to excite her. Martha stood up and made her way to the restroom. Once inside Martha reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees, then sat on the toilet seat and pulled them off her legs. As long as I'm here, she thought and relieved her self. When Martha wiped she noticed how wet she was 'down there'.
As Martha walked back to her seat, her panties balled up in her fist, she felt the cool air against her nether regions with each step. Martha had never gone without panties, even while she was asleep, for as long as she could remember. Martha could feel her face turning red, she was sure everyone could tell that she has not wearing her panties. Martha had never felt this vulnerable, or this exited, before.
Martha sat down in her seat and handed her wadded up panties to her husband while trying to make sure no one saw them. Martha could feel the warmth of her blush spreading over her entire body; she could feel her 'wetness' spreading 'down there'. Martha desperately wanted to put her hand between her legs and relieve the feelings like she would have if she had been alone in her bed.
"Thank you," Frank said as he took the panties from his wife. Keeping them in a tight ball he brought them up to his nose and inhaled. Martha's face turned a deeper shade of red.
"You really smell good," Frank said leaning close to her. Martha's blush deepened and spread, and her nipples hardened and she felt hot and open 'down there'. Frank put his arm around Martha and gently kissed her on the cheek...
"There is something else I want you to do; I forgot to mention this before," he whispered in her ear.
"What?" Martha asked with a combination of fear and excitement.
"Go back to the bathroom, take off your bra, and bring it to me." No, Martha thought, I could never do that. Every one would know. She was wearing a very expensive silk blouse that Frank had purchased for her. The material was thin, and people would be able to see her breasts bouncing underneath it. They would be able to see the outline of her nipples. No, she thought again, I could never to that.
"I can't," she said quietly.
"What?" Frank asked with exaggerated surprise, "don't you take your wedding vows seriously?" Martha was mortified by the question.
"Of course I do!"
"All of them?"
"Love, honor and O-B-E-Y," Frank reminded his new wife. Martha squirmed in her seat. The shame she felt being asked to 'display herself' by her husband fed her sexual excitement.
"Please," she pleaded quietly, "don't make me do this. It's indecent."
"You are my wife now, and I will tell you what is decent and indecent. Your will do everything I tell you to do." He pulled her closer and spoke softly in her ear. "Now quit making a scene and do as you are told."
'Making a scene' according to her mother was the worst thing a person could do. Martha often thought that her mother would quietly allow herself to be raped rather than scream for help and 'make a scene'. Martha slowly got up from her seat and walked to the restrooms again the last thing she could bring herself to do was 'make a scene' about anything.
Martha's face burned with embarrassment; she just knew that everyone in first class knew what she was going to do. Martha entered the restroom, locked the door behind her, sat on the toilet, and cried gently. After a few minutes she wiped her eyes and stood in front of the mirror. Martha thought about just staying in the restroom for the rest of the flight, but she could not face hours in such a small room and knew that if she did not return soon Frank would be pounding on the door demanding to know what she was doing. Oh well, she thought, let's get it over.
As Martha unbuttoned her blouse, she looked around the small room to make sure no one was looking, then smiled at herself for doing it. Martha slipped the blouse off her shoulders and let it slip down her arms. She hung the blouse on a hook on the inside of the door and looked at herself in the mirror. She moved almost like she was in a trance as she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra.
She held the bra in place for a minute before she let it slide down off her breasts. Martha watched herself in the mirror as her breasts came into view. Her nipples were hard. With out forethought she reached up and squeezed and pinched her nipples making them stand out even further. Martha could actually smell her own sexual excitement in the small room. She reached under her skirt and gave herself three or four rubs. Martha could not remember ever being this wet and open. Martha reluctantly pulled her hand away from herself and felt a wave of shame at having given in to that evil urge.
Martha put her blouse on and tucked it into the skirt. She was shocked by how much her nipples showed through the thin material. Again, without intending to, Martha's hands reached up and felt her nipples through the silk blouse. A low moan escaped her throat before she pulled her hands away and leaned against the rim of the sink. Martha took three deep breaths then turned and opened the door.
The walk back to her seat seemed to take forever; with every step her breasts bounced and swayed gently causing the soft silk to rub her nipples keeping them hard. Deliberately looking straight ahead, Martha admitted to herself that she was not sure which she feared the most; that everyone was looking, or that no one was. She could feel the heat of her blush spreading over her face, then down her neck and across her chest. When Martha got back to her seat she stepped over Frank's legs and sat down. Frank held out his hand and she placed her wadded up bra in it.
It was getting late, and most of the passengers were settling down and trying to get some sleep. Frank signaled one of the flight attendants and asked for a blanket. He spread the blanket over himself and Martha then put his arm around Martha and pulled her close. They sat for a minute and Martha enjoyed the closeness of their bodies. Then Martha felt Frank gently pulling her blouse out of her skirt. She tried to push his hands away. He whispered in her ear.
"If you try to fight me you will make a commotion and everyone will notice what is going on." Martha stopped trying to push him away. As a child she had been admonished not to 'make a commotion' almost as often as to not 'make a scene'. Martha closed her eyes and tried to pretend that she was asleep. Frank pulled her blouse out from her skirt, then unbuttoned it. Martha felt his hand move up her stomach then across first on and then the other of her breasts. Despite Martha's attempts to feign sleep her breathing quickened and she suppressed a moan only with the greatest of will power. This was the first time in Martha's life that she felt another person touch her breasts.
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