"Ohhh… it's wonderful," she breathed, tossing her head, digging her middle finger as deep as she could possibly reach. Her thumb trembled. She hardly had to touch her clit now to keep the heavenly throbs going. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, didn't care. Until at last she pulled her knees up against her body and shivered like that as the ecstasy trickled away through her senses. She was breathing like she'd climbed a mountain. Every muscle in her body had been rock hard and now felt completely relaxed. She licked her lips and managed to flutter her eyes open. The old man across the aisle was staring at her with an expression of delight. Her glance made his cheeks flush and he quickly disappeared behind the flutter of his newspaper.

Vicky felt like crawling into the small ashtray on the seat arm and pulling the lid shut behind her. The man cleared his throat and squirmed in his seat. He sounded every bit as uncomfortable.

Vicky pulled up her panties and jerked down her skirt. She tried to straighten her clothes as best she could and dug a comb from her knapsack. Her body was still tingling wonderfully and the crotchband of her panties had already become soaked with her juices. When she looked at her middle finger there was a small smear of blood where she wore her little gold ring. It wasn't much blood… not much at all. And her hole had felt so small when she'd been digging around up there. Maybe she was still mostly a virgin. But something more important was bothering her. That man, the one who'd seen her fingerfucking, was vaguely familiar. She'd remembered something in his face when she'd found him staring at her. But the dark beard speckled with gray bothered her. She didn't know anybody with a beard.

The plane banked slightly and began to lose altitude. The seat-belt sign came on and the stewardess bustled back along the aisle making sure everyone was properly strapped in. Vicky wadded her windbreaker into her little pack and got her own belt in place. When the stewardess came even with her, she bent close to the man across the aisle.