I created a new account to post this! I masturbated on the plane the other day, in my seat on a two-hour ride.
It was an evening flight, and the cabin lights were turned out. No one was paying attention, though I fantasized that the person in the row behind me across the aisle and to my left noticed my rapid arm movements. The exhibitionist part me of me fantasized that they saw me.
You see, I had an aisle seat and I had to be careful even though it was dark. The person next to me was always either half asleep or watching the media screen on the seat in front of them. And in the same row across the aisle, the woman was either looking at her mp3-player or look forward.
But the person behind me and to my left across the aisle, she would have been the one most likely to notice, not including anyone walking by. No one really walked by except the two flight attendants, and i was mostly always aware where they were, so if they were somewhere in the back of the plane I knew i had to be extra careful until they past me again where I could keep an eye on them at the front.
At first I used my fingers only ever sightly, over my pants. Slow gentle strokes while I read /r/gonewildstories on Reddit. Real stories like that turn me on. True erotica is best erotica. I was careful to move only my fingers and not my wrist, to keep noticeable movement throughout my whole arm at bay.
After I had read three long stories, the last one about a woman having a woman go down on her for the first time at her office, I was so turned on that I really wanted to come. I had been reading and gently massaging myself over my pants for about half an hour, already.
I placed my sweater over me and over my lap, so it looked like I was just cold. It was still dark in the cabin. This time I closed my eyes and unzipped my pants, and went ALL IN. Every now and then my free hand was holding my phone so I could re-read some of the scenes to keep my mind occupied with the thought of licking a woman’s pussy. My left arm was under my sweater and I really wanted to finish.
I wasn’t just using my fingers anymore, this time my whole arm was in it, and I noticed my left shoulder was making rapid and consistent jerking movements. That HAD to be noticeable, and I fantasized some more about the woman in the row behind me across the aisle on my left. I fantasized that my partner was with me on this trip, and thought about her sitting next to me and helping me. And I fantasized about the women in the story I was reading, having oral sex behind a desk at their office.
I was getting so close and really hurting to finish. I could feel my hips moving in slow up and down movements, like slow thrusting. It was involuntary, just a reflex of wanting sex and orgasms. I wondered if the woman behind noticed yet. I hoped not, but the thought of her noticing was what was about to bring me over the edge. Just when I was about to come, I was preparing to bite my lip or my shirt to just to hold in any moans that might escape my mouth.
DING There was an announcement by a flight attendant.
FUCK. That’s all it took to distract me. I could feel my heart still beating fast, and could feel myself breathing heavily and deeply. But I lost it. I sat there with my hand still underneath my sweater, back to slow, gentle strokes with just my fingers.
It was a good bit of self-pleasure, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I didn’t get to finish, but that doesn’t matter. I still got a good rush and look forward to my return-trip home this weekend.
*fyi: this is the story I was reading https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3xicjg/i_cheated_on_my_boyfriend_at_work_ff/ by /u/verybadmanager
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3xtqao/on_an_airplane_fantasizing_about_the_woman_behind