Over the next hour, Doug's fingers thoroughly explored her under the blanket. His persistent efforts unhooked Nick's bra--it still hung from her shoulders, but her nipples open to Doug's gentle but firm kneading. It seemed like it went on for hours, but it was no more than 15 minutes. "I never imagined..." Nick felt, as she passively gave herself up to Doug's patient ministrations.
Then Doug return to their earlier battleground. Nick's vagina was totally unprotected, and was an open well lubricated path for Doug's strong index finger. Then, a second finger, and a third joined in, pushing all the way in as Nick felt muscles she didn't know she had, clamp down to hold on to the ever probing digits. Doug's thumb was now in position, and it began to press down on her clit, and push it from side to side.
Nick knew her resolve, and her silence would soon be broken. The plane was packed! The older man in the aisle seat stirred and cleared his throat. Nick reached down and grabbed Doug's hand, and looked pleadingly into his eyes.
All movement stopped. Doug stopped what he was doing, but his hand remained in its warm, wet haven. Nick sighed and began to breath more slowly.
But then, after a minute, it started again! Again! Nick felt herself climb the plateau, ready to take the next step to ecstasy. Her hand tightened around Doug's arm, and started to tug. This had to stop... and it did, for a minute. Then, slowly, insistently, the thumb resumed its movement.
This went on and on. Nick lost all track of time, and barely retained her sense of place. Over and over again, she was brought to the brink of orgasm, and then released, just in time, before exposing her passion to everyone on the crowded plane.
Just when she could take no more, she heard a voice..."This is the Captain." They were going to land soon. The lights when on. As discretely as she could, she pulled down her shirt, and her skirt. She reached down and found her panty hose on the floor and put it in her purse. She reached under her shirt and pulled her bra into place--there was no way to refasten it, though. She straightened her hair and turned to Doug. "I have to go to the bathroom."
As she squeezed past Doug and the man in the aisle seat, she caught a word from a whispered conversation in the seat behind them--"honeymooners." Of course, that's what people thought! No way, they were no such thing. No honeymoon for Nick for a few years, and when the time came, he was going with a woman, not as a woman!
She adverted her eyes and went back to the bathroom. Fortunately, she was spared the embarrassment of waiting in line. She went in, and locked the door. She looked in the mirror. What a mess! And she reeked of sweat, and other smells that she didn't want to dwell on.
She cleaned herself off, and put the pantyhose back on. She then looked in the mirror and tried to fix her hair and makeup. How humiliating! The way men treated women! Why did Doug think he could take advantage of her that way! This was going to stop. The next pass that Doug or any other dimwitted muscle-bound testosterone-addled piece of meat made at her was going to be met with a swift kick in the crotch. Then he was going back home, and use that damn medallion to reclaim the right place in the world.
As she walked carefully back to her seat, she realized that her experiences would make her a better man, and she vowed to remember, and use these new perspectives to improve her relationship with Megan.
She glared at Doug as she regained her seat, and used her purse as a makeshift barrier between her and adversary. She looked over at his hairy muscular arms now resting safely on his lap. She though about where they had been a few minutes ago, and shuddered slightly. As the plane touched down in Hawaii, she resolved to stay away from temptation, do Megan's presentation, and have an uneventful trip.
