He keeps her on the edge for the rest of her flight

David discarded what was left of the napkin. He worked on her expertly with his fingers, massaging every inch of her lips. He pulled and rubbed at her clit, handling her roughly.

By impulse, Candace grabbed his wrist, grinding her pussy into his palm. David slapped her hand away, so she instead grabbed the arm rests for dear life, her hand inadvertently hitting her other seat mate. A shock ran through her body, and she looked up, directly into the man's eyes.

He immediately looked away as if he'd seen nothing. Candace, fingers still in her pussy, looked around in horror at the rest of the passengers. Everyone was looking, but that was all they seemed to want to do. She resigned herself to her public orgasm, her final humiliation.

Then, David ripped his hand away. She breathed hard, an "ah!" escaping her mouth. Her hips ground at the air for a moment before she stopped, her face burning with shame. "Wh-what..." She sat as still as she could, not even daring to cross her legs. Somehow, he had known to take his hand away right at the moment of truth. She was trapped in a haze of lust, humiliation, need, and despair.

The flight continued like that. Every ten minutes or so, when Candace had calmed down, David would reach back over and give her pussy a slow, deliberate rub. She would let out an involuntary, primal sound, and the cycle would continue. Candace no longer felt sane. In mere hours, she had transformed from a normal, clothed person to a naked plaything. She was held in place by nothing but her seat belt.

"Y'know," David said, momentarily breaking her from her trance, "when this flight ends, you could come with me. If you want to." His finger traced small circles around her clit, barely making contact. "Or you could chance it on your own."

Candace moved her hips back and forth slowly, matching his rhythm. Scenarios played in her head, and Candance had no idea what the right thing to do was. Once thing was for sure, this plane was going to land soon.