He sent her a series of voice messages on her phone.
“These are your flight instructions. Put in your AirPods and follow my instructions. Failure to do so will lead to punishment.”
She was flying home to see him after months of being apart. Her hand could only satisfy her some much, she longed to lie beside him, feel the weight of his body on her, feel his hands on her body.
“When you hit the airport, find a restroom and take a picture of your breasts and mouth for me. Text it to me.”
She proceeded to the restroom, found a stall and pulled her top up, bra down and send him a picture of her pink nipple and red lips. For a bonus she pinched a nipple for him and sent that picture as well. She felt a stirring in her pussy. She was so pent up.
“Once the plane has taken off, and the seat belt lights are off, you are to proceed to the washroom and take your panties off. Ball them up and put them in your hand. Send a picture of your pussy.”
She proceeded to the restroom, took off her comfy gray sweats that she flew in and pulled off her pink g string. It was soaked. She took a picture for him in the mirror of the airplane bathroom. She could not resist touching her smooth, shaved pussy, running her slender fingers between the lips and bringing that moisture to her stiffening clit. She pulled her sweats up and hoped she would not soak through them, as she had before, when playing games with him.
“When you return to your window seat, put a blanket or your hoodie in your lap. Once the blanket is in your lap, put your hand into your sweats and play with your pussy for me. I will give you stimulus.”
Her heart was racing, this was a bit wild even for her. She put her hoodie in her lap, and snuck her hand under it, into the lose waistband of her sweats. She moved her fingertips lightly over her shaved mound and found her soaking pussy.
“You are daddy’s little toy. You will do as you are told. Finger your pussy nice and slow, not quick enough that your seat mate can hear your wetness.”
She explored her warm pussy first with one finger than two. She felt her wetness fill her palm. Suddenly she was self conscious and looked to her seat mate. It was a middle aged man obviously watching a bad movie on his iPad.
“Massage the clit. Feel it harder under your fingertips. Think about how hungry you are for my thick cock, in your mouth, your pussy, and if you ask right your ass. My hands are running over your neck, your breasts, pulling your hair.”
She was in ecstasy, and was struggling to contain her breathing. She bit her lip as she imagined the thick cock she was longing for. It had been so long she knew it would stretch her like she was a virgin.
“I want you to come for me, you slut. Every orgasm belongs to me. I want you to come for me right on this plane, surrounded by strangers who wonder what a dirty slut you are.”
She turned to the window, so no one could she the pleasure on her face. She looked at her reflection. She was flushed, her eyes were wide, her mouth was open with just. She came. She felt the waves of contractions surround her fingers.
“Good girl,” said the last message. “Lick your fingers clean, rest, and think of me.”
She pulled her fingers from her pants, they glistened with slickness. She tasted herself. And then she rested, knowing his cock will be filling her soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uee32o/flight_instructions_female_solo_public