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.

Safe and Secure

Lois dreaded stepping out of the taxi. Her skirt was so short that anyone looking was sure to get a good look between her legs, and she wasn’t wearing panties. Likewise, the loose shirt she wore was sure to fall away from her chest and give anyone who wanted a view of her braless tits.

At least she’d be away from the driver.

She couldn’t believe that she’d gotten into the cab wearing only stockings and heels and that reliving her experiences at the construction site had led her to masturbate as he watched her in the rearview mirror. Only luck had prevented him from crashing into another car.

He pulled to a stop in from Terminal 9 at LAX, jolting her back to reality. Studiously avoiding looking at his face, she handed over her credit card.

Time to face her nightmare—wearing clothes in public so not made for her body type and, therefore, ridiculously revealing. If her job didn’t depend on making the meeting tomorrow or if there were a later flight, she’d have had him drop her off at a clothing store.

But there was no time for shopping. Instead, she’d have to rush through security wearing the ill-fitting clothes. If the plane hadn’t already left without her.

No. She’d not even consider the possibility. After all she’d been through, she had to make it.

Her toe tapping with impatience, she waited for the driver to return her card. When he did, she reached for cash for the tip. Stupid cheapskate accountants who didn’t allow expensing gratuities. Had any of them ever been on a site visit?

“No money,” he said. “You’ve already made my day, sexy lady.”

She finally met his eyes and found no condemnation, no disapproval. Instead, he seemed like he meant what he said, that she had brought him pleasure and that he was thankful for it.

Again, she’d shown off her body, done something in front of him that she wouldn’t consider doing in front of her most intimate lover, and nothing bad had happened.

Maybe the rest of the day wouldn’t be as horrid as she expected.

After a blush and a quick goodbye, Lois swung her legs out of the vehicle. With a skirt that short, there was no help for the fact that she was going to flash someone. The only thing she could do was to minimize her exposure by making it a quick as possible.

A middle-aged man in a suit happened to be looking her way, and his jaw dropped.

She quickly clenched her thighs together and stood. Her loose shirt gapped away from her chest. A half dozen people stared at her. They’d have seen everything she had to offer.

One woman openly called her a slut and shook her head.

Lois’ cheeks burned. She slammed the car door behind her and hurried toward the terminal.

The skirt’s huge waist swallowed her. If she didn’t keep a firm grip on the side, it would fall right off, leaving her butt naked on bottom in full public view. She tugged upward and glanced down at herself.

Blond curls peeked out from between her legs.

“Eek!”

Lois quickly let the skirt fall a little. A breeze hit the top of her butt. She didn’t want to know how much she revealed back there. Better that than her bush, though.

It felt like every eye in the terminal was trained on her, and it wasn’t just her imagination. Men whistled and gawked. Women snarled and hid children’s eyes.

Lois wanted to die. How had she been reduced to such a fate? An educated, professional woman walking through an airport dressed like the worst hussy possible.

Worse, her arousal returned incrementally with each stare and each rude comment.

She wouldn’t give into it this time. She was stronger than her libido. She would rise above.

Using her free hand to wrestle with her wallet, she approached a TSA checkpoint at the bottom of the escalator heading up to security. She handed a uniformed agent her boarding pass and ID.

Above, hundreds of people waited in lines. A clock on the wall showed the time. Her plane was scheduled to be boarding already. In five minutes, they’d be closing the door.

Tears welled in her eyes. All she had gone through hadn’t mattered. She was going to lose her job because of a missed flight.

“What’s wrong, miss?” the TSA agent asked.

With a trembling voice just on the edge of hysteria, Lois explained her situation.

The man took her by the elbow and pointed up the escalator. “Don’t you worry, honey. I’ll radio ahead to my friends. They’ll whisk you right on through and have the airline them hold your flight.”

“You’d do all that?” She hadn’t expected such great service from a government agency.

He smiled and shooed her on her way.

At the top of the escalator, she glanced back. The TSA agent was on the radio and staring up after her, much to the annoyance of the dozen people waiting for him to check their identification. He winked at her.

Considering the height and the angle, she realized he probably could see her butt cheeks up the skirt. She blushed and moved to pull the garment down in back.

Lois stopped with her hand in mid-motion. He’d done a lot for her. Feigning smoothing her stocking, she bent and stayed in that position until it was time to step onto the next level.

A wave of arousal shot through her, and she wanted to look back at the man to see if he had appreciated the view. And the crowd behind him.

Oh God! What was she doing?

A lady TSA agent motioned her forward past a long line of people. Clutching the waistband of her skirt tight to keep it from falling, she edged past the other travelers.

“Hey, why does the tramp get the go ahead of me?” one lady asked.

Every eye in the packed security area seemed trained on Lois. She tried to ignore the stares, but it was hard to disregard the mixture of animosity, curiosity, and pure lust directed at her. Surely, nothing else would happen to her. How many people could possibly see her undressed in a given day?

After taking her shoes and purse, the agent led her past everyone straight to the scanning machine. “OK, honey, go right on in.”

Lois was ever so grateful as she walked straight through the machine to the other side.

“Stop.” The male agent on the other side halted her. “You have to be scanned.”

“But the other lady waved me through,” Lois said.

“She moved you to the front of the line.”

Lois looked back at the machine. The one where they required you to put both your hands in the air. If she did that, there’d be nothing holding up the skirt. “Can I get checked with the wand, instead?”

The man looked irritated. “Sure. I can move you to a waiting area until an agent is available to give you special attention. Can’t guarantee you’d make your flight, though.”

Lois looked from him to the machine and back again several times.

The woman from the other side called, “Your flight won’t wait for long.”

Angry murmurs came from the crowd. Lois was holding everyone up. She’d already been so humiliated. So many people had witnessed her nudity. Could she endure more?

Maybe she could crouch slightly, like when she exited the taxi. Maybe that would hold it up some. Surely it wouldn’t fall all the way off.

She stepped back inside the machine and placed her feet inside the yellow marks.

“Just put your hands up, and we’ll be done,” the male agent said.

She sucked in her stomach, trying to hold the fabric up using the “V” made by her tummy. Tentatively, she raised her hands, ready to catch the garment if it moved at all.

It worked. The skirt slipped to her mid butt in back but stayed in place in front.

Lois carefully stretched her arms above her head. Still the garment didn’t fall down any further. She knew she displayed a little bit of butt cleavage. Better that than showing off practically everything.

She almost laughed at the fact that she considered herself relatively modestly attired. A day ago, she’d have died from shame at being in front of all these people wearing a skirt that didn’t fully cover the tops of her stockings and a shirt that revealed her navel. Add to that the fact that the skirt threatened to slip totally off her at the slightest movement, and she was sure her old self would have absolutely died.

It was fine, though. The garment held.

Lois let out a long, relieved sigh.

There was no sound as the skirt released from the no longer existent fold in her stomach. The gentle touch of cotton didn’t register as it slid down her silk stockings. She felt nothing as it pooled around her feet.

She stood with her arms held up staring at the glass in front of her.

The gasps didn’t clue her in, either, so lost was she in her own little world. She did think that the scan was taking an awfully long time compared to normal.

Lois glanced at the male agent. He stared at her with wide eyes and a slack-jawed mouth but didn’t say a word.

“Are we almost done?” she asked.

“J-just a minute. There’s a problem with the software. They’ll fix it in a jiffy.”

A woman muttered “whore” loud enough for her to hear, and a man wolf-whistled. She looked down.

“Oh my God!”

Her ass and bush were fully exposed to everyone. The commotion caused even more people to look. They crowded around. She dropped her hands to cover her front and bent to grab the skirt.

“Ma’am!”

Lois disregarded the shout from the male agent until she felt a hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but the scan isn’t complete. You must return to your previous position, or I’ll have to call the police to arrest you.”

She was completely bent over, her bare ass sticking into the air. Her hand grasped the skirt pooled around her feet. Was he really telling her to straighten up, leaving it where it lie?

No. That couldn’t be. He couldn’t seriously be suggesting that she prolong the exposure of her naked privates to the hundreds of people watching her.

Was he crazy?

Lois drew in a breath to tell the guy off. A string of curses formed in her mind. She was going to really him have it.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

END PART 1

START PART 2

Lois left the skirt on the floor and rose.

Her shirt only reached to just above her belly button, so a wide expanse of bare skin showed from there to the tops of her stockings, including her blonde bush and completely nude ass. She raised her arms above her head.

Absolutely nothing prevented the crowd of passengers from seeing her bare skin from above her navel to the tops of her stockings. Skin that was usually the most protected from view. That no one save her doctor ever saw.

Now, everybody saw.

She couldn’t believe how embarrassed she was. Humiliated. Mortified.

Horny.

Some of the passengers had gathered opposite the glass, and she knew she treated them to the best show as she made no attempt to cover the area exposed by her spread legs.

Arousal the likes of which she hadn’t felt since being exposed above the construction workers returned. She was actually glad that the agent forced her to keep her hands high. If she lowered them, she was afraid of what they might do of their own accord if they neared her soaking pussy.

A day ago, she’d have been aghast at the thought of someone seeing her bra strap. Now, her body seemed to crave exposure. What was happening to her? How could she be so easily controlled by her libido?

After what seemed like forever but was probably only a minute or so, the man spoke, “The machine’s down. We’re going to have to have you go through the metal detector.”

Confused, she nodded and bent to pick up her skirt.

“Leave it,” he said. “I’ll just run it through the conveyor for you.”

She looked at the crowd of people behind her. To reach the detector, she’d have to walk through them. He couldn’t be suggesting that she do so bottomless, was he?

“Please don’t make me walk through that crowd of people naked.”

“You’re not naked, ma’am. You still have on your shirt.”

Her hands moved to the bottom of her blouse. “Please don’t make me take that off, too. I’d simply die if I had to show my tiny tits to everyone.”

What was she doing? Was she really begging him to strip her naked? She had to get a grip.

He adjusted his pants. “Now that you mention it, there may be some metal in there. Best to remove it.”

Too late. He’d taken her up on her offer. What had she done?

Lois swallowed hard. Her nipples poked against the fabric of the blouse, making it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She’d been ordered to strip totally naked in an airport, in public, in the middle of hundreds of eager and horny and judgmental eyes. And it had been her idea.

There was no way she was going that far.

But she had no choice. Her need drove her.

Her hands gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled. Slowly. Her mind warred with her arousal. Taking off her shirt made no sense. There was no reason for it. No justification whatsoever.

If she stripped completely, it would be obvious that she did it solely because she got off on the exposure. All those people would know her to be a naughty slut who couldn’t control herself.

And people had their phones out. This would be all over the internet. Coworkers would see it and know her shame.

Inch by inch, the bottom of the shirt rose, revealing more and more of her bare skin. It reached the bottom of her breasts.

She paused. Much farther and they’d see her biggest flaw, her nearly flat tits.

How could she bear it?

She couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t. Her mind insisted.

Her arousal battled back. She needed to be seen. Needed release.

Her mind lost.

Lois tugged. The shirt rose, revealing her rock hard nipples.

Oh no! she thought. People are seeing that. Taking pictures of that.

She almost came on the spot.

Suppressing a shudder, she finished pulling the shirt over her head and meekly handed it to the TSA agent. He grinned at her.

Bare. Exposed. Naked.

Stunned and unsure of herself but horny as hell, she turned to face the crowd, her hands clutched against her thighs. Some of the men cheered. Some of the women shot daggers at her with their eyes. No one looked at anything else but her.

So aroused was she that her legs shook, and she teetered out of the scanner and stepped toward her audience. The people closest to her edged back to make a narrow corridor.

Her naked, wobbling body brushed against their clothes, emphasizing the difference between them and her. They were respectable, professional, fully-dressed travelers. She was a wanton, trashy, naked slut who was getting off on displaying herself to them at the flimsiest of excuses.

Lois wanted so badly to sprint back to her clothes and throw them back on. To run and hide and let no one ever see her face again.

All around her, phone clicked and recorded. There would definitely be shots and video of her totally naked on the internet. Millions of people would be able to see everything God gave her.

Lois wanted so badly to sit on the floor, spread her legs, and masturbate to the most powerful orgasm ever.

She shuddered.

A man patted her ass. Another copped a feel of her breast. She moaned.

Lois staggered past the lady TSA agent and through the detector. Of course, it didn’t buzz. She wore only stockings which hadn’t the slightest bit of metal.

Her legs buckled, and she fell. On all fours like a dog. With her ass stuck out and legs splayed. Hundreds of onlookers saw and captured the whole event on cameras.

She wanted to die. She wanted to cum.

The lady agent put a hand on Lois’ back. “Are you okay?”

Lois could only nod numbly.

“Oh dear,” the lady said, “you seem to be making quite a mess between your thighs. We should clean that up.”

Lois was vaguely aware of the other agent tossing the lady a cloth of some sort. The woman’s meaning didn’t hit home until Lois felt soft, feminine hands pushing her thighs apart, exposing her most intimate parts even more. To everyone. To their cameras.

“No,” Lois said. “You don’t have to…”

“Nonsense, my dear. It’s no trouble at all.” She rubbed the inside of Lois thighs with the cloth. “My! You are soaked.”

Lois’ blush extended to her entire body at the quite loud announcement to everyone about just how aroused she was. Could this get any worse?

“The source of the fluid seems to be here.” The towel moved straight to Lois’ pussy, and the pressure increased. “Better get it stopped.”

The woman thrust the cloth in and out, ostensibly to “clean her up,” and the motion had the exact opposite effect of stopping the flow.

Lois panted. Pressure built.

She had to get herself under control. Having another public orgasm simply was not acceptable.

Lois clenched her legs together and pushed herself off the floor. “I’m sor— Thanks but… I-I have to go.” She grabbed her clothes and wallet from the male agent and stumbled away from the check point.

No other passengers came through while she hastily pulled on her outfit. An airline representative with a shit-eating grin on his face took her by the hand and escorted her to the gate. They practically ran, giving her no time to even stop and buy a t-shirt to cover herself. Dozens more people probably got great views of her unprotected privates as she wasn’t able to keep the skirt in place.

At least the plane hadn’t left yet. She thrust her boarding pass at the gate agent and prayed that the rest of her trip would be uneventful.