It was still dark outside and the stewardess dimmed the lights, announcing that we would need to turn on the overhead lights if we wished to continue reading. The tiny electric bulbs above illuminated the cabin like candlelight, bathing us all in a soft, sexy glow. Would he switch on his overhead spotlight and return to his newspaper, or was now the chance I'd been waiting for?

What I saw next made me suck in my breath with delighted astonishment and my hand fluttered automatically to my collarbone, where I began to caress myself again. He undid his trousers, and I could tell by the way his hand disappeared under his newspaper that he was stroking himself. He started off with his eyes closed, but then he turned to look at me, raising one dark-blond eyebrow. That look was a challenge, one that I gladly accepted.

I checked to see if any one was looking and then rearranged myself in my large airline seat so that I sat cross-legged, Buddha-style, hitching up my skirt so that it bunched around my middle. First of all, I pulled the gusset of my cotton panties back and forth, enjoying the friction it created on my pussy, grateful at this stage for any stimulation. God, they were soaking; the damp, warm fabric felt like smoothest silk on my hot, wet, aching cunt. Then, turning my whole body toward him so he could see, I pulled my panties to one side. For a while, I just let him look at my pussy, wet and pulsing, my clit dark pink and protruding, aching for his touch but having to make do with mine. He smiled and licked his lips. Then, with my forefinger, I began to fondle myself. I began with gentle caresses to my clit, which sent the first real surge of pleasure to my body. Soon even that wasn't enough, and I slid first one, then two fingers inside myself.