Rob gets more than a simple squeeze

With no warning at all, Rob stepped forward till he was pressed up right behind me, and turned my head towards him. I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off by pressing his own lips to mine.

To say I was shocked would have been the understatement of the century. Everything up to this point had made me plenty confused about how I saw Rob and how he saw me, but this made it all look tame by comparison. My eyes were wide as saucers, and my hands fell away from my titties. Rob apparently took this as an invitation, because only moments later he used his own hands to roll my nipples between his fingers. I felt all the signs that I was getting horny. My nipples getting harder than before, my pussy opening up as wide as possible, and the wetness in my crotch growing bigger by the second. My tongue began to extend as I decided I wanted to take this further.

And then, just like that, Rob let go. He pulled back and I was left standing in a daze. I looked at him, blinking for a moment, before looking to myself. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point I had unzipped my jeans, lowering them just enough to expose my folds, and my fingers laid only an inch away from my snatch.

“That good enough for you?” Rob asked. I almost responded with a no before I realized he was speaking to the attendant.

“Uh... Y-Yeah, yeah. T-That works,” He said, clearly not expecting things to go that far. He opened the door for us, and radioed that two more passengers were boarding.

“Well let’s not keep them waiting,” Rob said, before lifting me up once again. It was only then that I finally snapped back to reality, as he lifted me quite literally out of my jeans, leaving me in tight fitting cherry red lace panties, with an obvious wet spot on the front.

“Wait! My pants!” I said as Rob casually carried me towards the plane, slinging me over his shoulder this time.

“Come on Erica, this isn’t nearly as bad as some of the stuff you’ve done before,” he said, not pausing for even a moment. I began to slap his back, trying to get him to turn around, when I saw the attendant who we spoke with pick up my jeans as he closed the door.

“Dammit Rob, I can’t get on the plane like this,” I said.

“You saying you wanna go all the way?” He teased, pulling lightly against the waistband of my panties before letting them snap back. I just blushed at his response, glad he couldn’t see my face.

Even though I was facing back the way we came from, I still felt when we officially boarded the plane. The strong air conditioned air ran down my moist crotch and I realized that in this position, I was almost mooning the whole plane. As humiliating as it was, at least they couldn’t see my face.

“Where have you two been? And what happened to Erica?” I heard my mom ask.

“She had a small delay, but it’s all good now,” Rob said. “Everything’s fine now, so let’s just get in our seats.”

I was finally placed back down, and I made sure my hands were covering my breasts as soon as I could. As I turned around, I noticed things were in fact, not fine, at least not by my standards.