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Chapter 3 by Brickhouse Brickhouse

What happens next?

Gotta number one

Sitting in her seat, Leanne looked around. Seemingly nobody had noticed just yet, besides the flight attendant...and her colleges of course, Leanne had spotted heads poking out from then vanishing back behind where they sit. At least gossip amongst the staff wasn't too bad though.

"Am I fucking stupid?" She muttered to herself. Sure her purpose for going into Canada was to spend time in public naked, maybe live for extended periods of time. But she wasn't exactly a nudist, this was physically comfortable sure, but she was closer to a pervert than a typical nudist. Her goal was to spend time naked on her own terms, however her only clothing was now in the flight attendant's possession or sealed safely in the cargo hold, good chance that her confiscated clothes were sealed away somewhere secure too.

Leanne had butterflies in her stomach as she contemplated her situation, stuck nude on a plane.

"...shit I need a piss" A nervous whisper, that meant having to get up, that meant having to expose herself, that meant everyone would see her nude. Well...that was a bridge she'd have to cross anyway, she'd have to exit the plane at some point. Biting her lip, she considered her options.

Going to the back of the plane meant that less people would see her, it was a shorter trip and most people would be looking forwards, but she'd see their faces straight away. Front of the plane was further, but she would only need to see expressions on the way back...potentially everyone would see her naked though.

Psyching herself up, Leanne stood and turned towards the back of the plane. The first thing she noticed was the flight attendant who had served her earlier mouthing 'stop' and 'sit' before giving up when she saw the nude girl had committed. The second thing, a couple of tired and surprised faces, a young woman about her age, a man who looked a little older, and another man who looked a lot older. Thankfully most of the back rows seemed asleep, maybe the ones that were awake thought they were dreaming.

Making her way along, Leanne simply gave awkward smiles as she passed the three, but she did hear the girl whisper something along the lines of "She's naked-...-pretty sexy" With a mild blush on her cheeks, she kept walking, receiving no hassle from other passengers. Closing herself in the restroom, Leanne sat and took a deep breath.

"...those people saw me naked" She held her face in her hands "They saw me stark naked" Leanne felt embarrassed, she felt like she'd gone too far, she felt like she couldn't do this, like she'd just get into trouble. But why was she so turned on? Looking down at herself she just smirked.

"They saw me naked..." She repeated, this time a sly energy had taken over her tone. She needed to do this. Well...she needed to pee first.

Reflexively Leanne reached for her waist, grasping for pants that weren't there. Rolling her eyes she simply got comfortable and relieved herself. It felt weird, even though the toilet was genuine privacy, even in her own home...Leanne couldn't think of a time she'd pissed naked. And now here she was, doing it on a plane, technically in public.

She cupped her breast as she thought about it, kneading into her tit as she finished her business and wiped herself clean. Though her only thought to herself was 'damn it, gone and worked myself up now...' letting out a mildly annoyed sigh, she got up and flushed, leaving the bathroom. Back out into the aisles, Leanne swore she saw a head dart back behind cover, either gossip had spread, or it was one of the people that saw her. Either way, she was in no way satisfied with just going back to her seat.

Making her way along, Leanne smirked as she got to that girl's seat who she overheard. Keeping her ear out as she passed, she was fairly certain she heard '-ice ass too' at a whisper. That gave her a boost in confidence, but she was still riding on a high as she kept walking, passing her own seat and hearing new flavours of surprised gasps as she walked, heading towards the flight attendant area.

"Excuse me" Leanne announced, stepping into the compartment fully, not bothering to hide. There were three women sitting there, the one who served her and two she had not seen.

"Oh my god, Cristy she really is nude" One of the other women said, a blonde with very glamourous features.

The first attendant a brunette 'Cristy' just rolled her eyes "What did you think I was just going to lie about that? Anyway, what do you need dear?" She asked, her tone first snappy, before switching to a far gentler one when addressing Leanne.

Standing a little awkwardly, Leanne shifted her weight from foot to foot "Can I towel to sit on, please? I don't want to, y'know...get the chair wet"

"Wet?" Cristy tilted her head a little.

The third attendant chimed in, another brunette, but her hair was cut shorter and she had more boyish looks "Cristy she's excited" She clarified very bluntly and apathetically.

"Very excited" A now blushing Leanne admitted "Very very excited"

"I can grab you a towel, don't worry" The blonde said with a knowing smirk "Just try not to...you know, blow off some steam"

"Lisa!" Cristy chided at her college, then looked over to the increasingly flustered Leanne "Pay no notice, these two just like to tease"

"Would I be allowed though?" The nude girl asked nervously, biting her lip as she was handed the towel "...to blow off some steam?"

"I uh, I'm not sure that's..." Cristy shifted in her seat, Leanne wasn't sure if the uncertainty in her tone was aimed more at her question or whether she should be encouraging Leanne "...I'm not sure what Canada's new laws say about that, but let's say no for the moment"

Nodding, Leanne gripped her towel "Cheers for this though, see you around" She awkwardly smiled and left the compartment, bound for her seat.

Internally she was kicking herself, why did she ask a question like that at all? Now she was bound to get into trouble, the staff think she's a pervert. Well it was technically true, but still. At the very least her internal strife kept her distracted from her onlookers, no doubt the whole plane had seen her tits, ass and pussy by now...the implications of that only served to work her up even more.

Folding her towel onto her seat, she relaxed back, taking a deep breath...it had been an eventful few minutes in her life...

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