They make it to baggage claim

They had to walk very slowly for Candace to stay covered. She didn't know where to put her hands, so she settled on gripping her own upper thighs. David held his arm in front of her tits, grabbing her left one tightly in his big hand. She could feel her breasts rubbing against the fabric on his sleeve - so similar to being clothed, yet so obscene. Candace could feel herself spilling out under his arm.

But more on her mind was David's method of keeping her pussy covered. Two fingers hooked into her entrance, gripping her tightly by her mound. The rest of his hand rubbed her clit as they walked, and with every heavy, awkward step she took, she rubbed back against his hand.

In no universe was this an acceptable way to walk through an airport, yet David seemed to dole out little explanations to every shocked stranger they passed. "Excuse us, so sorry," he'd say. "Accident on the plane, not her fault, don't mind us." He was calling attention to her condition as much as he could.

Candace couldn't help but whimper and moan as David fingered her. She tried to suppress her voice as much as she could, but every few steps David would hit an especially stimulating spot of her, and a ridiculous "Ah! Mmmh!" would escape her lips. His manipulation of her body was beyond her conscious control; she was wet as fuck, and David had no problem pumping his fingers in and out of her. She moved her hips to his rhythm, forcing herself to put one foot in front of the other.

Then, Candace seemed to snap back into herself. She was colder, she noticed, and that was because David had let go of her!

Candace slapped her hands back over her flushed body, looking around frantically. She'd completely lost herself in the moment! Her face burned, humiliation almost overtaking her, feeling her wet lips in her palm. Undeniable proof of what she was feeling, here, completely naked in baggage claim.

She got a grip on her surroundings, realizing they were pretty isolated by this carousel. There were other people, off near other carousels, but nobody seemed to be looking directly at her for the moment. Candace exhaled. What had she gotten herself into?

"I wasn't lying," David said, calling her attention again. "I actually will have something for you to wear."

Candace's shoulders felt a million times lighter. Clothes! Fucking finally! Someone was waking up and realizing she needed to be clothed. "Really?"

"Yeah," David said, grabbing a large green suitcase off the baggage carousel. "I've got a big party tonight! And you are gonna be the guest of honor."

All hopeful feelings swooped away from Candace. "I'm what?" she asked. "What do you mean? I-I have plans-"

David unzipped the suitcase, then rummaged around in it for a moment. "Really? Where are you gonna go?"

Candace stopped short. What was her plan? She had absolutely nothing on her. The horror dawned on her in that moment her position, actually - she had no belongings or identification. And David was the only one that seemed to be making good on any promise to cover her.

David looked up at her, smirking again, like he knew what she would say. "We're gonna have some fun tonight." She squirmed, feeling herself under her fingers again, and thought of the steps that had led her here. She was very, very warm.

Stop it, she told herself. "Y-yeah, okay," she said.

Then, David seemed to find what he was looking for. "Here, this'll have to do. You gotta wear something for the Uber." Candace, not liking any of what she was hearing, looked down in dismay at what he was handing her.