Road Trip to Vacation
A vacation doesn’t have to be expensive at all. All it takes is some rest and a few new experiences. Between work and responsibilities, life becomes monotonous and fatigue builds up. So my partner and I decided to take a break and head somewhere abroad to clear our heads and experience a different culture. And to avoid the last-minute vacation rush, we chose a date in late spring. By that time, our chosen destination was supposed to be pleasantly warm. The preparations went smoothly and as expected, so we were already looking forward to the trip to the airport. My partner got “travel fever” and didn’t sleep a wink the night before we left. He kept going over and over in his mind whether we’d forgotten anything and figured he’d catch up on sleep on the way once the excitement wore off.
The moment we finally settled into our seats on the plane, our roles were reversed. My partner’s eyes were slowly closing, and before we even took off, he was already asleep, while I, on the other hand, started to get nervous because I hate flying. For me, it’s the most unpleasant part of a vacation. Once we reached cruising altitude and everything finally settled down, I was able to relax. I tried not to think about anything and looked around for inspiration that would put me in a vacation mindset. The view out the window, which was beautifully empty and clear, helped with that. “This is exactly what I need to have in my head,” I thought to myself. That “emptiness” captivated me so much that I wasn’t even aware of what was going on around me. “Can I offer you something to drink?” a voice asked beside me. I jumped and turned my head toward the aisle, where a flight attendant was standing with a refreshment cart. “No, actually, yes—I don’t know, hold on,” I started to panic and tried to wake up my partner. To no avail—he was fast asleep! Meanwhile, the flight attendant was serving the other side of the aisle, and I was looking with interest at the menu on the service cart. And since I wanted to toast to a nice vacation with my partner, I ordered us some cognac, set it on the side table, and set about trying to wake him up again. After about a minute of shaking him, he opened one eye and asked, “What’s going on?” “Nothing, nothing—I just ordered something to drink and wanted to clink glasses with you,” I replied. “Oh, that’s great—you’re so sweet,” he mumbled half-asleep. We clinked glasses, and before he could set the cup down on the table, he fell asleep.
There was still a little over an hour until landing, so I made myself comfortable and watched the boring movie playing on the screen in front of me. “Well, I definitely don’t need that,” flashed through my mind, and I pulled out my phone to watch something from my video library. Nothing there caught my interest—nothing I was in the mood for—except for the folder with porn. That might just work! I muted the sound and watched the porn. Now that was a whole different story! The flight suddenly became much more bearable and enjoyable. And since the folded-down tray table hid me from the waist down, I slid my hand under my dress and decided to make the trip even more enjoyable. For a while, I caressed myself through my sheer panties, then pushed them aside, moistened my finger at my opening, and started playing with my clit while watching the arousing porn. I was completely swept up in it and transported into the movie’s plot. My middle finger alternately slid up and down between my wet labia, from my opening to my clit. I was beautifully aroused, and my erect nipples pressing through my dress clearly didn’t go unnoticed. With my teeth clenched, suppressing the pleasure of the approaching orgasm, I came in my panties. I pulled out my wet hand, wiped my fingers on my thigh, finished the rest of the cognac, leaned my head back comfortably, and relaxed. I was so turned on that I couldn’t resist, and after a moment, I did it all over again.
A fellow passenger sitting across the aisle must have noticed my perverted behavior, as he was smiling slyly. That’s when it dawned on me that I was probably visible from the side under the folded-down tray table. A slight chill ran through my body. I pulled my dress down, raised the tray table, and watched the display above the aisle showing when the restroom was available. I desperately needed to take a piss and wipe my pussy, since the cool air from the AC flowing under the seats was blowing through my wet panties, which were starting to feel cold, but the restroom was constantly occupied. I started shifting restlessly in my seat. “I need to use the restroom, too,” said a fellow passenger out of the blue, who had apparently noticed me fiddling with myself. “Well, it’s just like a train station in here,” I replied. And so I wouldn’t have to think about peeing, I decided to engage in small talk with this elderly gentleman instead. Finally, the light went out, and I shot off to the bathroom. As I was coming back, my fellow passenger was just coming from the other side. We sat down and continued our conversation, but since we were across the aisle from each other, we were constantly interrupted by people walking by. “That’s annoying,” I blurted out. “It is, you’re right. Would you like to sit behind me?” he asked. “I guess so, that’ll make more sense,” I replied. He shifted over toward the window, and I sat down next to him. “Can I buy you something to drink?” he asked. “Well, that’s up to you,” I replied. He looked around and nodded to the flight attendant. Once we’d clinked glasses and introduced ourselves, I didn’t feel quite so awkward anymore. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice how relaxed you were,” he said out of the blue. “It really got to me,” he added, his gaze sliding down to my provocatively erect nipples. I felt myself starting to blush and didn’t know what to say. On the one hand, I was a little embarrassed, and on the other, it turned me on that he was watching me. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable—not at all. It was very nice. Back in my younger days, my partner and I used to spice things up in the restroom,” he continued. “Well, I haven’t had that kind of experience on a plane yet,” I replied, and the thought that it might be interesting raced through my mind. At least it would make the boring trip go by faster.
I leaned out into the alley to see if my partner was awake yet, because I’d gotten the idea to try it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t. “Never mind, maybe on the way back,” I told myself, wondering what it would be like. “If you like doing it in unusual places, this is one of them,” he interrupted my daydreaming and musings about us getting it on in an airplane bathroom. “Thanks for the tip, I’ll definitely try it,” I replied. “Too bad my partner’s asleep. I’d suggest it to him right away. He’d definitely be up for it,” I whispered, and started shifting and fidgeting awkwardly because the thought had turned me on and my pussy wanted to get fucked. “I’d like to do that again sometime, too,” he said with a smile. I didn’t even register that comment anymore, because that perverted fantasy was making my pussy twitch so much that I decided to go to the bathroom and do it myself, at least—imagining that I was fucking someone in there. The bathroom was free at the moment, so I excused myself, got up, and went. When the door clicked shut behind me, I bent over the sink, spread my legs as wide as I could, braced myself against the door, and started fingering myself from behind to make it feel like someone was fucking me. I didn’t hold back and really gave that shameless hole what it deserved! I was wet as a pig and was peeing myself with pleasure onto my trembling thighs.
Just as I was on the verge of climax and, with my eyes closed, anticipating a mind-blowing orgasm, there was a soft knock on the door. “Hold on. Occupied,” I tried to shout, but my voice kept cutting out. Damn it, you can’t even get a moment’s peace in this damn bathroom! “It’s me,” came the voice of my traveling companion from behind the door—the same guy who’d fired up my imagination so much that I didn’t hesitate for a second and opened the door. I didn’t ask any questions because it was clear to me what he was after, so I quickly pulled him inside, sat down on the toilet, and started unbuttoning his pants. I was so turned on by the thought that at that moment I was thinking only with my pussy and didn’t even realize what I was doing. His cock almost knocked my teeth out when it popped out. I took it into my mouth and started sucking it eagerly. “Turn around, turn around! We don’t have time for this!” he ordered me. I turned around, hiked my dress up to my lower back, quickly pulled down my panties, bit down on them, and bent over deeply. It was a superhuman feat in such a cramped space, but I managed to pull it off. I stuck my ass out, grabbed his dick from below, and guided it into my wet pussy. It slid in easily and went all the way in. I wanted to help myself out from below with my finger on my clit, but when he thrust a second time, I couldn’t hold back any longer and came. There was really no way to stop it, and it was only thanks to my panties, which I was clenching tightly between my teeth, that I didn’t scream out loud. Right after that, he pulled out too and started spurting frantically all over the place. He must have been in the same state as me, because I could feel his semen all the way down my back. I turned toward him, wiped his sticky cock with my soaked panties, licked the last drop from his exposed glans, and tried to tuck it back into his pants. At that moment, I think we both realized what had happened. I stood there in front of him like a cheap whore and snapped back to reality the moment the silence—accompanied by the monotonous hum of the engines—was broken by the captain’s announcement that we would be landing in 20 minutes. “Go sit down; I need to pull myself together a bit,” I told my new boyfriend, since he showed no sign of leaving.
It took me a little while longer to wipe myself down completely and get myself into a state where I could return to the other passengers. I sat back down in my seat, took a few pieces of gum out of my purse to mask the scent of oral sex, and tried to gently wake up my partner, who seemed to have been sleeping for the whole week. “Wake up, we’re about to land,” I whispered in his ear. He finally started to respond, blinked his eyes, and looked around in wide-eyed surprise. “Wow, that’s awesome. I slept through the whole flight,” he said. “Well, not just that,” I told him mysteriously. “What happened? What did I miss?” he asked in surprise. “Don’t worry, nothing serious. I’ll tell you all about it on the way to the hotel,” I replied and turned my head to the other side, where the guy from the restroom was sitting. We smiled at each other and exchanged a farewell glance.
The ride from the airport to the hotel also went by unexpectedly quickly. We sat all the way in the back of the bus, and I started telling him about my unexpected adventure. By then, my partner hadn’t fallen asleep! I took his hand and slipped it between my legs so he could get something out of it, too. “And I’d already wiped myself off, darling,” I emphasized. “Wow, that’s something! And you’re not wearing panties?” he asked curiously, because he knew I’d put them on for the trip. “What?” I blurted out, lifting my dress to check. “Oh. So they must have been left on the sink in the plane,” I tried to explain the disappearance of my panties, but I was absolutely certain that when I left the bathroom, nothing was lying there. I’d checked everything after I was done. There was only one explanation left: my new boyfriend had discreetly pocketed them as a souvenir, and I hadn’t even noticed. “Those are going to take a long time to dry,” I thought to myself, and decided to move my partner’s hand off my lap because his naughty fingers were starting to turn me on. “What’s the matter? I want to get something out of this, too,” he said, sounding offended. “I’ll give it to you as soon as we check in. You pervert, you’ve got something to look forward to!” I said, horny. “Me?” he replied incredulously, shaking his head. He turned toward the window and didn’t speak to me until we reached the hotel. For the rest of the vacation, I looked forward to the trip back, hoping it would be just as varied and enjoyable.
