The Slut in 22d
Copyright© 2026 by Capt Stan
Chapter 2: The Slut Observes
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Slut Observes - An overnight flight, one middle-aged man, one young woman and one frustrated old woman. Read how the three of them make discoveries during the night. But is everything quite as it seems?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Consensual BiSexual Fiction Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Comfortable in my aisle seat, I watched the other passengers as they filed onboard and struggled with their cabin bags. Paul and I had paid for premium boarding, enjoying an empty aircraft whilst he stowed our stuff in the overhead locker.
People-watching is one of my pleasures. Couples and families, watching the dynamics of relationships act out under my gaze.
I noticed a girl who appeared to be in her late teens, accompanied by a man who looked old enough to be her father. That was what I thought he was, but I became suspicious because her behaviour was not at all daughterly.
She constantly looked back at him with glances that seemed quite flirty. I know girls practise seducing their dads, but she seemed particularly egregious in that way.
She stopped and stood by my seat. Looking up, I saw her yellow low-neck top and then glanced down to find a tiny, tight pair of shorts at my eye level. She turned towards me. A foot away from my face was a prominent camel toe.
“Paps, these are ours.”
She laid a hand on his arm, stroking him softly as he stood looking for a space in the overhead locker.
“Thank you, Caroline.”
His reply sounded deep and smooth, and it aroused my curiosity. Carefully, I watched his movements and saw no wedding ring on his hand. Separated? Divorced? Or was she with her sugar daddy? All these thoughts flashed through my mind.
Yes, I have to admit that I have a very fertile imagination, especially for matters of sex. Paul lost interest in my body years ago, so my pleasures have to come from my own inventiveness and fantasies. Sometimes, I get so aroused that I have to masturbate immediately, no matter where I am—knowing my knickers are soaked—and constantly worrying that I could be betrayed by my leaking wetness.
Travelling with Paul is especially fraught, as the last thing I want is for him to know how sexually frustrated I am. Trapped in our marriage, I have to behave carefully. I know if I had an affair and he found out, I would be out on the street, penniless and an outcast.
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