A test for Candace

"To see if you're really uncomfortable about being naked, we will not give you a blanket at this time," Candace's heart sunk even further at these words, "and you'll remain as you are for the next, say, hour or so; it's not as though anyone hasn't already seen you. If you keep refraining from pleasuring yourself, or otherwise being aroused, we will not only give you a blanket for the rest of the flight but will bring your checked items to you on the plane so you can get dressed when we land." Candace started perking up further at this suggestion.

"If, however," Steve continued, "you decide to have more ... fun with your condition, we will have **** but to land and deplane you at the nearest airport, where you will be arrested and prosecuted appropriately." Candace gulped as he turned to aisle seat guy, "I want you to keep an eye on her, okay? Let us of any other deviancy if you see it."

"Oh, no problem at all, officer," aisle seat guy replied.

"Good, thank you. I don't want any more problems here, okay?" Steve and Janice turned away while everyone nodded accordingly.

After everyone had settled back down, Candace kept herself huddled but felt that building rapport with aisle seat guy, who had gone back to his book for the time being, was a good idea.

"I'm Candace," she offered her right hand to the man, baring her breasts in the process while keeping her left hand religiously on her crotch.