I wish I could say that my body moved on its own, and that I just lost control of myself, but it would be a lie. I knew exactly what I was doing when I moved to straddle Rob’s left thigh. I knew what I was doing when I leaned forward as far as I could to position myself. And my past experiences prove that I really knew what I was doing when I started to move my waist back and forth. I wanted it and I wanted it bad. And honestly I was past caring what other people thought. Their stares would only make my approaching climax even more pleasurable. The only restraint I practiced was suppressing my own moaning. Sure I’d come to my senses when I came back down, but that was a problem for future Erica. Present Erica needed relief.
“Erica?”
“Erica?”
I could hear him saying my name, and it only further drove me deeper into my fantasy. I started moving faster, pressing my soaking slit harder against his jean-clad leg. I could feel myself getting close. Only a little longer and I’d have the orgasm I desperately craved. Just a little more and...
“Erica!” I felt a firm set of hands on my waist, and for a moment I thought Rob was going to finish me off himself. That thought was quickly dashed when I felt him reposition me so that I wasn’t straddling his leg any more, and pull me tight enough to prevent more motion. He didn’t release my waist, making it clear he wasn’t gonna let me try again.
I looked at his leg that I had just been using, and saw that it was quite wet. For some reason that was what made me realize what I’d just tried to do. My arousal remained, but was quickly overshadowed by shame. I looked to my left, and was relieved to see my parents had already fallen asleep.
“Jeez kid, you trying to get me arrested?” he asked. “Everyone else on this plane thinks you look like a child.”
I just stared up at him. I felt hurt. It wasn’t my fault my body didn’t develop any further, I just got unlucky. He must have noticed my concern, because he quickly added to his previous statement.
“Everyone else but me.” He smiled down at me.
“Y-You really don’t think I look like a middle schooler?” I asked.
His answer came in the form of an action, as I felt him flex his stiff member against my bottom.
“That answer your question?” he asked.
After going so long with so many people claiming I had the body of a 14 year old, Rob’s otherwise perverted response felt like the most endearing compliment I could receive. I leaned my head into his chest, nestling in as far as I could. I was so engrossed that I didn’t even notice I’d let my legs fall open, showing off my labial folds and erect love button. It was in this position that I fell asleep.
