She decides to go with him.

The loud, constant hum of the plane's engine dulled her thoughts. David was pressing his fingers into her opening, his thumb stroking her clit. Her hands had wrapped themselves around the bottom of her seat, having long since realized it was useless to participate herself; he'd just smack her hands away. He was the one in control.

That meant he could probably find her something to wear, right? The airline had failed her so far. At least, that's what Candace's arousal-clouded mind told her.

She looked to her left, and noticed the aisle seat guy was gone. He'd probably found somewhere else to sit, and honestly, Candace didn't blame him.

"I'll go with you," she whispered, hoarse. He smiled, and took his hand away.

Candace exhaled, slouching down in her seat, the wave of an unachieved orgasm ebbing away from her. There was a sheen of sweat covering her body, and she was breathing heavily. Still, unconsciously, she rolled her hips back and forth. Her body was becoming accustomed to being on the edge. This ordeal was taking a lot out of her.

What was happening to her? Some small part of Candace's brain was screaming in horror. How was this allowed to go on? Every person who could see her - and there were quite a few passengers with a view of her - had decided to deny her cover. Nobody had even tried to offer her a sweater, or a blanket. Was this her punishment for wearing her underwear onto the plane?

She knew what she needed to get out of this situation, and she knew who she had to ask for help. She turned to David. "C-can you get me something to wear?" She hunched over in her seat, halfheartedly covering herself; an arm draped over her breasts, another resting against her sensitive pussy. "Please, I don't want to be naked."

David's eyebrows raised. In response, he reached upward, and silently hit the call bell for a flight attendant.

Candace's face fell. "What are you doing?"

David's expression betrayed nothing, he just smiled. Candace's heart was pounding. What was his plan?