Audio Reading for your Erotic Listening Pleasure
Dry and bored I lay waiting for some action. One tracked, I’m finally relieved to feel the plane roll away from the terminal and get ready for flight. Trying to remain patient, I tell myself that soon it will be my turn.
She always thinks that tightly holding her legs together will somehow keep others from knowing I’m here and on a mission. As long as she knows, I really don’t care about anyone else.
In my opinion, sitting in a window seat on a full flight is always a bad choice. It just takes more work for me to get her motivated and into the bathroom. But there really isn’t anything I can do about that. After all, she does still wield the power to make all decisions… To get what I want, I’ll just have to wait for the fasten seatbelt light to go off.
Erotic Mile High Story
The airplane wait time always feels like purgatory. So, like on every other flight, I stay positive and start to carefully plan our escape over the passengers seated in our way. To begin, in unison with her arousing internal voice (known to me as IV), we bother her enough to trigger developing fantasies. That’s when a slight pulsation sparks from where I lay dormant between her legs. An exciting moment shared by all three of us! As a side note, that moment also provides me relief with some much needed moisture. Ahhh…
Erotic fantasy…Does your most private body part speak to you?
Luckily for me, this flight is already appearing more promising than the last flight. We sat next to a large, smelly woman who put the “kibosh” on any action for me that trip. With IV’s assistance, she’s exchanging flirtatious words with the interested man sitting next to us. No wedding ring and handsome are great incentives that further grow twitching from my epicenter.
Lying like a lion in wait, I continue with my job: To concentrate on redirecting some of the blood that’s beginning to settle in the wrong places on our cross country flight. My efforts are meant to get her legs uncrossed and eventually spread just enough for the blood flow to pool in my direction instead.
All I care about is what it takes to peak her interest in a solo bathroom encounter. My “single-minded” nature, along with the clean smelling, brown, haired guy sitting next to us make my task easier. IV and I happily wait while her fantasies ripen into a mile high encounter with this svelte specimen of a man. I’m such a whore.
As her legs begin to relax, she & IV start designing a new erotic story that takes place in the airplane lavatory! Moisture is developing into wetness… It seems that a good night sleep was an excellent idea.
Here’s where the chanting begins…”You want to touch yourself while fantasizes and then secretly explode.”
Ping! Yeah, 30,000 feet has been reached.
Joyfully, my persistent pulsing appears to be working faster than usual. She doesn’t seem too hesitant to be the first to unbuckle her seat belt. Coyly, but with intention, she politely excuses herself and squeezes by our handsome inspiration. IV and I are equally inspired as she threads her way down the bumpy aisle, into the aft bathroom and locks it with hands that want to go elsewhere…
