On David's lap.

Candace reacted in horror when she realized she had fallen right in David's lap! He was wearing sweatpants, and Candace could feel the material against her ass. Her head was spinning, trying to comprehend the situation, and she didn't move right away.

A voice came over the intercom. "Folks, we're experiencing some minor turbulence. Please remain seated with seat belts fastened."

This awakened Candace, and she made to get up, only to feel a hand grab her upper arm. "Please, miss, remain seated!"

She looked up. It was Jenny! "B-but I-"

The plane lurched again, and Candace fell back onto David, who grunted. "'S'alright," he said. She looked down and saw him gripping the arm rests tightly.

Jenny stumbled, holding onto the seat backs on either side of her. "Just sit down and fasten your seat belt, please!" she said, then made her way back down the aisle.

"It's fine, it's fine," David said, and Candace felt him moving beneath her. His hands came up around both their waists, extending the belt, then fastening it around them both. He tightened it, and just like that, she was trapped against him.

It was not fine! She was left with little options to stabilize herself as the plane was rocked. Candace grabbed the armrests tightly, and braced herself by wrapping her naked legs around David's clothed ones. This left her body completely uncovered, her breasts bouncing wildly. Vaguely, she felt like she was on an mechanical bull.

She was powerless. She had no other option than to let her nude body be seen as the plane moved violently. She looked down at her bouncing breasts, her pussy open and wet. She could feel herself rub against the soft material of David's sweatpants, almost rhythmically. Then, she felt something else.

Holy shit. David was getting hard. It was unmistakable - David's half-hard cock was rubbing against her entrance.

Candace tried to adjust herself, but was knocked back by another rock of the plane. A voice came over the speaker. "Hang tight, folks, we're almost out."

Candace let out the softest moan she could manage. She had learned this man's name less than five minutes ago, and now her naked body was trapped, writhing, against his. David groaned low in her ear.

He was at full mast, it seemed, and just the thin material of the sweatpants stopped his dick from entering her pussy. It rubbed along her lips, and vaguely, Candace noticed that the plane was no longer rocking. David was, it seemed, unconsciously grinding his hips into hers. His hands were grabbing at her ass, kneading her cheeks. His head rested against her back, and Candace could hear him moaning quietly.