The flight attendant guides her back to her seat.

"Oh, sweetie," the flight attendant said. Candace looked at her name tag - Jenny. "C'mere, let me help you."

Candace didn't know what was coming over her. She did as Jenny said, stepping out of the bathroom. She assumed Jenny would have a blanket or something ready for her, but she didn't. Candace slowly brought her hands up to cover her body, one arm containing her chest, the other guarding her pussy. She pressed herself against the wall, trying desperately to escape the gazes of the other passengers.

Then, she remembered - her shirt! She spun around, then crouched down and grabbed her shirt. She held it in front of her body - it was soaking wet.

"Oh, hon, you can't wear that," Jenny said, grabbing the shirt and tossing in the garbage.

Candace was left with her arms up, displaying herself to the front row of passengers. She gasped, then covered herself again. The passengers seemed content to watch the show. In the back of her mind, she knew this was great in-flight entertainment.

Jenny put an arm around her, "Come on, sweetie, let's get you back to your seat."

"Can I have s-something to put on?" Candace was caught between whispering and trying to sound assertive.

"I'll get you a blanket, hon," she said, and started walking. Candace was in a daze, and she let herself be handled. The tight aisle was too narrow for them to walk side-by-side, so Jenny stood behind her, hands on her bare back, guiding her. Candace felt like she was being presented to an audience. Her hands stayed clamped over her privates, but the other passengers still got a great look at her exposed body.

"Here," she said once they had reached her seat. Her seat mates' jaws dropped, and even the uncomfortable Aisle Seat Guy couldn't look away. She stood there dumbly, and couldn't figure out what everyone expected her to do.

She shuffled past the Aisle Seat Guy, her uncovered ass in his face. The guy was still as a statue, and seemed like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Candace was **** to use her arms to balance so she wouldn't fall on the guy.

Her completely uncovered, nude body landed in her seat, trapped between the two men. She wrapped her arms around herself, chancing a look at the man in the window seat. He was looking at her too, but trying to pretend he wasn't. She breathed heavily.

"Miss?" Candace looked up, and realized the chipper flight attendant was still there. She smiled, then mimed a seatbelt-clicking motion with her hands.

Candace's stomach churned with nerves. Breathing shallowly, she took her clammy hands away from her body, grabbing both ends of the seat belt. Her body, still wet from getting splashed in the bathroom, was completely uncovered. The plane's air conditioning made the water on her breasts ice cold. It even dripped down into her pussy lips, making them more apparent to the people around her.

She reflected a moment, her brain feeling far away from what was happening around her. How had she gotten here? Just hours ago she had been fully clothed, but now she was 30,000 feet in the air, wet, naked, exposed, and ****.

The seatbelt clicked shut. She covered herself again, for all the good it did her.

The flight attendant was still there, and seemed to be making no moves to get her a blanket. She reached into her pockets, extracting a couple of napkins. "Here you go, Miss," she said. "To dry yourself."