She dries herself off with the napkins.

Candace kept her legs tightly shut, one arm clutched over her chest as she took the napkins. Jenny smiled, then left. Candace had really wanted to confirm that she was going to return with the blanket, but her throat was incredibly dry.

Her body was noticeably wet. Candace grimaced as she opened her arms, looking down at her breasts. Droplets of water dripped down her torso, collecting in her lap. Her pussy was shaved bare, and the water had no resistance as it dripped in between her lips. The flight attendant had given her a grand total of two shitty airplane napkins, an she wondered how in hell she would be able to dry herself off.

But she knew she had to at least try. Her seat mates were blasting their ACs, and she was uncomfortably cold.

She carefully dabbed at the water on her chest, and just as she predicted, the napkin all but disintegrated. She desperately wiped at her tits, picking up a minimal amount of water. Her nipples stuck out obscenely, reacting to the bit of stimulation she was giving herself.

She sighed, then moved onto the next napkin. This time, Candace focused on her lower half. Her face burned in shame, and she felt like an absolute degenerate, wiping at her pussy in front of two strangers. The paper grew thinner and thinner in her fingers, and though she tried, she couldn't avoid touching sensitive areas of her anatomy.

"Mmh..."

Candace clapped a hand over her mouth, her blood running cold. She'd just moaned. It was short, and quiet, and she doubted anyone had really heard her over the hum of the plane engine, but she'd still done it. Her face was burning hot, and no doubt the color of a ripe tomato.

She gave her pussy a few more quick wipes, then decided that the napkin was too far gone. She sat back in her seat, arms covering her intimate areas. Most of these strangers had seen her, but the impulse to cover herself was too strong.

She had gotten most of the water off, and Candace supposed she would just have to suffer through air drying. Then, inevitably, she'd have to get off this plane.

Her blood ran cold at the thought. If Jenny didn't come back with that blanket, what was her plan?

Just then, she heard a voice near her. "'Scuse me?"