The pilot's voice had just come through the intercom saying something about perfect flying weather and night time temperatures at the airport where they'd be landing. But Vicky wasn't really paying much attention. Her pink tongue stuck a little ways out of her mouth as she bit down on it and her blue eyes fluttered half open. She'd turned off her reading light long ago and pulled her windbreaker across her lap. The plane wasn't crowded and she had the whole seat to herself.

"Uhnnnnn… ohhhhh… it is going in!" she breathed to herself, wiggling her middle finger back and forth. The dainty folds of her slit felt so soft… so velvety warm. And she was wet, too. Wet and slippery where her juices had flooded out. She spread her bare feet on the floor under the seat in front and pointed her toes. As her calf muscles bulged and the strands along the insides of her thighs stiffened she felt the tension build too. Her finger seemed suddenly to penetrate some delicate barrier and she let herself moan louder than she should've. But it was exciting! Her middle finger was sliding easily now, going in all the way to the last knuckle.

She'd thought her outer folds were soft, but inside her unsullied little pussy it felt like the fields of heaven itself. In a flash she knew why boys were so damned interested in getting their hot, stiff cocks inside a girl's body. It probably felt wonderful to them to rub against all that slick softness she was touching with her fingertip.

"Nuuuhh… Mmmmmmm… Ohh wow!" She wallowed her head in her pillow and worked her slim hips up and down on the seat as her finger explored her insides for the very first time. The thought that she was no longer a virgin occurred to her. Well, not strictly a virgin anyway. But her finger wasn't very big and it hadn't hurt at all really. She touched and probed, licking her upper lip, concentrating.