Safe Flight

Lois stepped onto the plane and watched as every eye turned to her. Having the flight held for fifteen minutes waiting for you will do that.

Of course, the delay wasn’t the only reason everyone was looking at her.

She had no underwear on, and that fact must have been obvious to everyone as her nipples announced their presence by poking out through the thin material of her shirt. And her skirt didn’t exactly conceal much, either. Made for someone with a wider waist and much shorter, there was too little of it to cover everything that needed covering. When Lois clutched it tightly with one hand to keep it from slipping off entirely, the bottom tugged upward, showing tufts of blond curls from her panty-less crotch. And, when she pulled it back down in front, it only reached the tops of her stockings and flared up in the back to let a breeze hit her bare ass cheeks.

Any stumble, or anything else that caused her to loosen her grip, would turn into a disaster. Without her holding the skirt tight, it would fall right to her feet, exposing her completely from the waist down to all those people. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to have that happen.

She shuddered. Actually, she could. That and so much more had just happened at the security checkpoint.

She blushed at the thought.

Not only did she have to be careful to hold up her skirt, but she had to maintain the most upright posture possible. Made for the same larger, shorter person, her shirt wasn’t doing a great job of covering her, either. The V-neck already stretched far enough down to reveal her braless state, and bending even slightly forward would make it gap far enough from her chest to expose her hard nipples. And the length! It didn’t even reach her belly button.

She didn’t even want to think about the sight she made, but the looks from her onlookers prevented her from concentrating on anything but. Men’s faces were filled with lust, as were some of the women’s. The rest of her gender displayed a range of emotion from pity to contempt.

In the course of a single day, she’d gone from being someone who wore only the most modest, conservative business suits imaginable to someone who goes out into public wearing next to nothing.

A noise caused Lois to glance behind her. The flight attendant looked at her as if saying, “What the crap are you doing just standing there?”

Lois gulped, realizing that she’d frozen, that she’d been just letting everyone look at her. It was almost like some part of her wanted to extend her humiliation.

She shook off the thought and looked for an open seat, starting down the aisle. The plane appeared to be completely full. Since her company was too cheap to put her on a real airline that had assigned seating, she was stuck with one of those no frills carriers with open boarding. And being in an early group did no good when you arrive late.

The farther she walked, the more nervous she became, aware how vulnerable she was to total calamity. She could trip. Or her skirt could snag on a seat. Or one of the passengers could reach out and tug it from her hand.

Naked. She’d be naked in front of all these people.

She clenched her hand tight, and a man a couple of rows ahead of her grinned.

Lois looked down. Pulling the material together to make sure the skirt didn’t fall had caused it to ride up in the front. The bottom of her bush was exposed!

She hastily let the skirt fall. And it went too far, showing the top of her bush.

With her heart racing, she adjusted the garment to retain whatever modesty she had left. She made it to the very last row, where the middle seat was left open between two college-age boys, without incident. The humiliation of having to walk past every person in the plane rekindled all the arousal left unsatisfied from her trip through security. Perhaps she’d be able to spend a little time in the privacy of the lavatory once they took off.

She shook her head at the thought. What was happening to her?

The boy in the aisle seat got up, and, for an instant, Lois thought he might be moving over to the middle.

No such luck.

Instead, he moved out of the area to let her in, and she sighed and entered the tight confines between the rows. The front strip of bare thigh between her skirt and her stocking tops brushed her seat, reminding her just how exposed she was. And that there was absolutely nothing that she could do about it.

She turned to sit.

Something jerked her foot. Her heel snapped, and she stumbled. Only grasping the seat back of the chair in front of her saved her.

At least she hadn’t fallen. Way to go quick reflexes. She’d been spared the indignity of collapsing to the dirty floor.

Wait, though. Something was wrong.

She looked down. Both her hands gripped the cheap, rough fabric.

Both hands.

She gulped. If both hands were on the seat, how was her skirt being held up?

Quick answer: it wasn’t.

The garment pooled around her feet, leaving her bush and ass fully exposed to her two seatmates, the three more college-age guys across the aisle, and the male flight attendant hovering in the back.

She yelped, turned, and plopped into her seat all at the same time, her hands flying to cover her crotch. Trying to pull up her skirt would have only prolonged her exposure.

How had this happened to her? How was it possible that, for the third time today, strangers had seen parts of her she shuddered at revealing even to her doctor?

The guy who had moved into the aisle to let her through sat to her right and bent down to the floor. His head lowered, and Lois clenched her legs together, trying to protect what she could of her remaining modesty.

“Excuse me, miss. You’ll need to fasten your seat belt, please.” The flight attendant smirked at her. “Now, please.” He grinned. “Everyone is waiting.”

Getting buckled in wasn’t a one-handed task, but Lois tried it, anyway. There was simply no way to hold both parts while connecting them together. She looked to her seatmates, but their attention was firmly focused on her remaining hand.

Lois pushed her legs together so hard that her knees hurt. She leaned forward in hopes that her stomach would minimize the coming exposure.

All three of her male admirers grinned.

Her shirt! It had gapped. They were looking at her bare breasts! Her hands flew up and pressed the material against her chest.

Their grins widened.

She’d exposed her bush. Again. What the fuck was wrong with her?

Hastily, she leaned back, fastened her seatbelt, and plastered her hands over her crotch. “Show’s over.”

The guy on her right held up a black piece of fabric. “Really? Why do I have this, then?”

Her skirt! It must have slipped completely off her feet as she sat. Dear Lord, how would she get it back?

Lois grabbed for her it. She’d hoped the guy would be too distracted by what her absent hand revealed to keep it from her, but it didn’t work. He simply raised it high above his head, which was high indeed. How tall was this guy?

“Please,” she said, clamping her hands over her exposed privates, “give it back!”

“You act like you don’t want anybody to see what you have to offer,” he said, “but if that’s the case, why are you dressed like that? Clothes that barely fit you. No underwear. C’mon. You want to be seen.”

“No, really. It’s not my fault that I’m wearing this!”

“Must be some story, then.”

Lois grimaced. “It is.” She knew what was coming next.

“Tell me, then.”

“If I do, will you give me my skirt back?”

“I will give it back before we land.”

That meant her going the whole plane ride, at least four hours, completely bottomless, and she had no desire to tell this stranger, a college kid, about the sexual deviancy she’d experienced that day. But she had to get the skirt back.

“You promise?” she asked.

“I do.”

She hung her head for a moment and, after a while, the words tumbled out. She told him about how she’d insulted the admin assistant at the construction site and about how that girl had taken revenge on her. Lois shivered at some of the details, her arousal increasing as the story went on. And about how she’d been forced to give a safety demonstration completely naked in front of a bunch of workers. She was panting by the time she recounted what happened at the climax of that demonstration. Then, she told about how her clothes had become irretrievable and how the admin assistant had become her friend and sacrificed her own clothes for the plane ride.

Lois swallowed hard. That was probably enough detail to satisfy the guy, but she couldn’t stop. Word after humiliating word kept pouring from her mouth. She told about the cab ride to LAX and then about what happened while going through the security checkpoint.

“That’s it,” she said. “That’s how I ended up on the plane like this.”

The guy was gripping his seat hard, like her, having a difficult time not engaging his hand in self gratification. Her seatmate on the other side was similarly grasping his armrest.

Thought the plane had taken off during the long story, they’d hit some turbulence, and the captain never turned off the seatbelt sign. Only her seatmates were paying much attention to her, their large bodies blocking the view of the guys across the aisle. And the noise from the engine dwarfed all other sounds.

Between the constant stimulation and reliving the events of the day, Lois was so, so horny, and who knew how long before she’d be able to get to privacy.

Without stopping to think, she grabbed the hand nearest her from each of her seatmates and moved them to her bare thigh. She sat back, her legs slightly parted and her arms behind her head, baring her bush, and at least a glimpse of the parts lower, to them.

Neither guy acted like this was their first rodeo when it came to pleasing a girl. They immediately started rubbing her bare legs, fingers brushing her hot, moist slit.

She closed her eyes and moaned.

When they tugged at her legs, she let them be dragged open wider, and the rubbing continued. More brushes. More moans.

She felt the armrests on each side of her go up. And tugs as her ankles were pulled over their legs.

Lois’ legs were wide open for them, revealing everything.

One set of fingers found her clit. They pinched and stroked and teased as she moaned. The other set found her gaping hole. Three plunged inside her.

She gasped.

In and out. In and out. Her breath grew ragged.

Before she exploded, however, just before, the fingers stopped.

“What?” she asked. “Why?”

She’d been so close. So, so close.

“Take off your shirt,” the guy to her right said.

Lois couldn’t do that. She’d be naked, out in the open, on a plane. There was no way. No, no way.

She’d be too embarrassed.

But, without that orgasm, she felt she’d surely die. And what was embarrassment compared to death?

Besides, she rationalized, they’d already seen down her shirt. Showing them more was no big deal, right?

Lois knew the thoughts to be a lie even as her hands went to the bottom of her overly large blouse. She tugged upward, revealing her flat stomach.

More. More.

Each inch showing more bare skin until the bottom of her breasts popped into view.

Higher, exposing her nipples.

No reason to delay, now. They were already seeing everything.

She whipped the shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.

Naked. She was completely, butt ass naked on an airplane.

Hands began caressing her again immediately. The guys alternated, one kneading her breasts and nipples and the other working her hot pussy.

Between their not so tender manipulations and the arousal caused by her many, many humiliations, it didn’t take long for a wave of pleasure to overtake her. And another. And another.

Unable to take any more, she gasped. “Stop. Please, stop.”

The hands halted.

“You sure?” the one on the right asked.

“Y-yes.” She huffed, trying to catch her breath.

As the hands withdrew completely, though, she whimpered. It had felt so, so good. But she needed to get herself under control. She was naked on a plane.

Naked on a plane!

Lois leaned forward, trying to find her shirt.

The guy to her left held it up. “Looking for this.”

“Yes, please. Thanks.” She reached for it.

He held it high above his head, way too far for her to grasp.

“Hey,” she said. “Give me my clothes back!”

“You’re not really going to just leave us hanging, are you?” the guy on her right asked.

“Huh?”

He pointed at his crotch. A huge tent had formed in his shorts.

“Wh-what did you have in mind?” Lois’ mind spun. She’d never actually done anything with a guy before, much less two. “I don’t think I’m ready to, you know, go all the way.”

“‘Go all the way?’” the guy laughed. “Lady, you are a special kind of nuts, aren’t you?”

She didn’t know how to respond to that.

“It’s okay; you’re definitely our kind of nuts,” he said. “We totally dig it. And, to answer your concern, just a hand job would be great.”

“Oh.” She frowned. She didn’t even know these two guys’ names, but they had touched her very intimately. It seemed only fair that she returned the favor. “I guess. Wh-what do I do?”

“You’re naked on a plane right now, and you’ve never even giving a hand job?”

Lois nodded.

“Wow!” He shook his head. “When you do something, lady, you do it all the way, don’t you?”

She shrugged.

“Special kind of nuts, indeed.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before pulling them and his underwear down around his thighs. His very erect dick popped into view.

It was the first one she’d ever seen in person.

He took her hand and guided it to his penis. “Just wrap around it and move up and down.”

“Like this?”

He threw his head back and let out a groan. “Yeah. You got it.”

It was softer than she’d expected. And warm. Almost hot. Definitely a weird sensation, stroking a guy’s cock in public, but not an unpleasant one.

She varied the strength of her grip and the speed of her rubbing, watching how he reacted. His breathing. The expression on his face.

He was definitely enjoying it. And she enjoyed having so much power in the palm of her hand, so to speak.

Suddenly, he took her skirt and moved it to cover his dick.

Not knowing what was happening, she stopped.

“What are you doing? Keep going.”

Lois did as she was instructed, moving her palm rapidly up and down. His cock … spasmed. He gasped. When her hand made it back to the tip, something wet and gooey stuck to her fingers, but she kept going.

A few seconds later, he put her hand on his and told her to stop. He used her skirt to wipe up the mess on her hand.

“Pretty good for a first time,” he said.

“Thanks … I think.”

“Definitely a compliment.”

“My turn,” the guy to her left said as he unzipped his fly. “Up for more firsts?”

“Uh … I think I’ll just stick to hand jobs.”

“Works,” he said. “Probably for the best, anyhow, if you’re going to do the entire team.”

“Team?” she asked.

He gestured to the seats in front of them and across the aisle. “Basketball. There are twelve of us … well, fourteen if you count the equipment managers.”

Lois groaned. It was going to be a long flight.