First, let's take a gander at Stacy's pussy

The flight attendant moved on, allowing me to return my attention to Stacy.

"So, tell me, Stacy. What's the kinkiest way you've had sex."

The luscious blonde blushed deeply red. "Um, uhhh..." I could tell she was stalling for time, so I just stared at her patiently. Her cute blue eyes looked up at the ceiling as she said, "Well, I guess it was when my boyfriend, um.... did me in the ass."

"Stacy, Stacy," I sighed, shaking my head. "You lied to me." I knew I was taking a risk (how could I know what her kinkiest sex was?), but she looked so obviously guilty that I felt I was on to something.

"No I didn't!" she protested lamely.

"Yes, you did. I can always tell when a pretty girl is lying."

"I didn't, I didn't!" she insisted. I looked sternly at her until she withered and said, "Fuck, I mean, I just... didn't want to talk about it in front of all my friends."

"I understand, Stacy," I said slowly. "But you broke our agreement, and that's going to cost you."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

I thought for a moment, my eyes grazing her tight blue jeans. "Give me your panties," I said flatly.

"What?" she asked. "Right here?"

"If you're quick," I smiled, "I bet you won't even get caught!"

Stacy's blush deepened, but in the haze of sexual tension fogging up the plane, she fell for my weird logic. "OK, OK!" she said and unbuttoned her jeans.

I don't know if you've ever sat next to a girl while she tries to take skinny jeans off while sitting down, but it's really quite a sight. Stacy tugged her pants and panties down in one pull down her ass and then started to inch them down her legs while shielding herself from the flight attendants' view. Her beautiful pussy, with its tasteful fuzz of pubic hair, was only a few inches from my burning skin, and I was dying to feel and taste it. But she was much too focused on stripping to pat attention to my lascivious gaze.

My favorite part of the whole scene was when she picked up one leg to rip her jeans off but realized she had to unbuckle her sandal first. With her ankle resting on her knee, Stacy's pussy was wide open before me. I stared (and so did her friends in the seat in front of her) while she hastily fumbled with the latches on her sandals. What should have taken ten seconds took more than a minute because of her nervousness, and her breath was coming in sharp gasps as she finally pulled her jeans off both her naked legs.

Of course then she had to disentangle her black thong from her skinny jeans, which took another minute of wrangling. Finally, though, she tossed her underwear at me with a quick "Here!" and started to put her jeans back on. She didn't bother with her shoes, lifting her ass of her chair and tugging hard to get her pants over her now-commando waist.

I rubbed her panties between my fingers and smiled, pocketing them as a keepsake from our shared adventure. At long last, Stacy was able to button her jeans again and slump back into her seat.

"Now that wasn't so bad," I jibed. "And it was actually really sexy."

Stacy turned her head to look me in the eye, her breathing still deep and her blush extending from her cheeks down her neck.

"So, you still didn't tell me what your kinkiest sex was."