Chapter 2: Flying Sucks

The next day I mailed my RSVP and Steve called me a few days later. We arranged it so he would pick me up at O’Hare and take me to my grandmother’s to stay so I wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel room. It was only a couple weeks before the wedding so I didn’t have much time to look for a dress but by the fateful weekend I was ready with a hot dress and numerous masturbation sessions behind me as I dreamed of the times I had with Steve.

My mom drove me to the airport since my dad was working. She dropped me off at the departures area and since I had already checked in on-line I headed straight for the gate. When I got to the security area I was amazed at the hassle I had to go through. The last time I had flown was almost eight years ago when my parents and I went to Florida for a vacation. Things certainly are different now!

What really pissed me off though was the extra search they put me through after I went through the metal detector. Even though nothing went off some older woman in a uniform pulled me over and claimed I had been selected “randomly” for a more thorough search. I was wearing a pair of jeans that I had to lay on my bed and pull as hard as I can with both hands to get them on. They were so tight I couldn’t put anything in the pockets and with no panties you could see the outline of my ass perfectly and even my pussy lips if I spread my legs. On top I had on my favorite pink cami which was also skin tight and left no doubt as to the fact I wasn’t wearing a bra either. Where in the world was I going to hide anything in this outfit!

Needless to say, the ridiculousness of the situation meant nothing to this Nazi woman who insisted that she had to run her hands over practically every square inch of me. When she rubbed up between my legs I had a brief thought about this could be the start of some porn movie episode where they led me off for a more “private” search but it was soon over. She handed me my boarding pass and it was off to the gate for me.

When I got to the gate it was packed. It seemed everyone in Pittsburgh was heading to Chicago! Finally the gate attendant started to call off rows for boarding and I joined the line to get on board. When I approached my seat I realized I was stuck in a center seat between two men, both looking to be business guys maybe in their thirties or early forties.

I excused myself and asked the guy in the aisle seat if I could get in. The guy was reading some report and at first he had a look of exasperation as he realized his empty middle seat was about to be filled. Then he looked up at me and I almost laughed at the transformation as he smiled and his eyes traveled up and down me in a quick survey. From the way he looked at my chest I knew he was a boob man and with me not having a bra on something told me I knew where his eyes were going to be the whole flight!

I sat down between them and buckled myself in, trying not to appear too pleased at the attention I was getting. The flight was short so I just read the airline magazine and listened to some music. I found myself daydreaming and imagining myself pretending to be sleeping while each of the guys next to me started to let their hands wander over my legs until lone was brave enough to slip between them and feel the warmth of my pussy.

I dreamed of waking up and smiling at them and giving them both a hand-job to the utter disgust of the matronly flight attendant. Unfortunately with a full flight there was no way anything was going to happen like that so I just dreamed and felt myself getting hornier until finally we reached Chicago. It was a good thing it wasn’t a longer flight or I would have had to slip into the toilet and take care of something!

As we were standing up to leave the plane I pressed my ass into the guy’s crotch behind me and wiggled it just enough to let him know it wasn’t an accident. I never looked back at him but he didn’t pull back! I bet he had some wild dreams that night as he masturbated and thought of initiating me into the mile-high club!