Your flight

Diana and you have a coffee and spend the rest of the time before boarding wandering aimlessly around the various shops of the terminal. When the gate is announced, you are not too surprised but nonetheless glad to see nobody rushing forward before invitation; the boarding goes smoothly and quicker than you imagined possible. As you are boarding the plane you see one of the stewardesses greeting you is only wearing a thong below her waist. You cannot see her bottom, but one can be quite certain it has a story to tell. Interestingly, the thong bears the airline's colours and crest, clearly suggesting it is a part of the uniform that is rather expected to come into view from time to time.

The plane is not too packed, with the last few rows almost entirely empty. There is already a man of roughly your age by the window of your half of the six-seat row. You take the remaining two and exchange greetings but conversation does not really kick off, which is fine by you. He pulls a blanket over himself and seemingly drifts off before boarding is even complete. Diana and you stay awake chatting quietly; you get more coffee from the first drinks service while Diana settles for water. As the stewardess whose attire you noticed earlier passes by with the trolley, you can see her bottom has been through quite an ordeal indeed, and not long ago. After folding your tables away you too put a blanket over yourselves, sharing one. Your hand brushes the front of Diana's jeans as you are straightening it. Just to tease her, you run your fingers over the same spot... and again. Diana leans back, with her eyes closed... And subtly but unmistakably opens her legs wider.

You did not see that coming. Usually your girlfriend would be quite opposed to fun in such a risky place. You do not really want to start your holiday with a sore bottom either... But you are not going to say no to the invitation, especially as you started it. You open Diana's jeans and carefully slide your fingers under the fabric of her panties. The angle is not the best, but you can slip your middle finger inside her, finding the opening much wetter than you expected. Glancing around to make sure nobody is looking your way, you start sliding your finger deeper in and back out, trying to find a rhythm. At the same time you start rubbing your crotch too, through the jeans first and opening them at the same time as you are adding another finger into Diana's soaked slit.

You try to keep an eye on surroundings but excitement takes over caution... And you are somewhat covered with nobody paying you any attention, after all. You know Diana well enough to tell she is getting close... And so are you. You even shut your eyes, all your focus going into staying quiet and your fingers continuing their frantic work. You almost jump out of your skin when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Diana clearly feels that, snapping back into reality a fraction of a second after you. The frustration of the interrupted orgasm is quickly giving way to terror on both of your faces.