Take it a step further

Ashley had a terrible idea. What if…she started making her way down the rows? Slowly getting closer and closer to everybody else? It was a stupid idea, but one that made her heart race.

Before she could consider the consequences, she was moving. She stepped out into the aisle, fully exposed, illuminated by the screen before she ducked into the next aisle. She was quiet, and waited to see if anyone had noticed. Of course, no one had, so she giggled quietly to herself. No stopping her now.

She stepped back into the aisle and moved closer, feeling her heart race faster with each movement. Then she moved another row, and another, and another. She was close enough that they’d probably be able to hear her even if she spoke a little quietly. But she didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop. She moved down further. Every time she stepped into the aisle, she basked in the light of the screen, knowing that if someone turned around, they’d be able to see everything.

She moved closer. She was now only a few rows away from the closest person, but even then, she didn’t want to stop. She almost wanted someone to turn around and see her. It was too addicting.

She moved another row. She decided to do what she did earlier, and turned around, placing her ass over the next seat and giving it a shake. She had to hold in her giggle, sure that it would give herself away if she did. She stayed like that for a bit, enjoying how it felt against her cheeks. When she finally turned back around, she moved down another aisle. She was so close to them. She could make out the hairs on his head. She was unbelievably wet right now, but she had to restrain herself, though it was incredibly hard to do so.

She moved one more row, now standing directly behind a guy in front of her. She should’ve stopped right there, not done anything. She should’ve retreated, happy that she was able to get so close without being caught. But, of course, she wanted more.

So, she grabbed her breasts in her hands and, right behind the guy, started to grope herself. Her legs wobbled as she felt arousal and pleasure shooting through her. Her nipples were rock hard, and the soft flesh of her breasts against her fingers was intoxicating. Without meaning to, she accidentally moaned. Immediately, she froze, but only for a second. Her instincts kicked in, and she leapt down just as the guy turned around. Ashley felt her heart racing and her face burn as the guy looked around for the source of the moan. She held her hands over her mouth to make herself as quiet as possible. Eventually, the guy turned back around, likely accepting that he just heard things. Ashley knew she probably shouldn’t abruptly stand up, or he might feel her. So, she slowly started to crawl on her hands and knees down the row. It felt odd to be doing so in her naked state, but the feeling of her body brushing up against stuff only helped her further feel her own nudity.

When she got out into the aisle and made her way back up, she continued crawling. The image in her head of how she looked from behind made her shiver: her bent over, her ass in full view, as well as likely her little pussy hiding underneath. It was such a lewd image that her excitement had returned, replacing her fear once again.

Finally she made it to the back row, and back to her coat, sitting right where she’d left it. But now, she was incredibly horny, and her pussy was aching to be touched. She wasn’t sure if she should give in yet though, or do something else.