Maggie Hill
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Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 10.4
🕑 Added 2022-12-03 15:29:10 +0000 UTCMy legs closed shut and I felt a wave of shame wash over me. I immediately stood up, grabbed my bag and started to make my way onto the plane, walking in I passed a guy who looked very familiar, but in my current state, couldn’t really think so clearly. His name tag said Taylor, and I kept repeating it in my head trying to figure out where I had seen him last, but nothing came to mind. When I got to my seat, I realized it was next to one of the emergency exits with a lot of leg room which made me very happy. Sitting down and being as tiny as I did made the seats seem huge and comfy and I dropped my bag on the floor and stared out the window.
My mind began wandering again to Nat, wondering why she had just abandoned me, I knew leaving me just a bag and a hoodie was just another little twisted game of hers, but the fact she didn’t stick around to at least say goodbye was kind of heartless of her. I felt a few bumps next to me, the people talking all around began deafening the voice in my head which kept switching between how much I loved Nat and hated her at the same time and in no time at all, everyone had boarded and sat at their seats.
“Excuse me Ms, Ms, excuse me,” there was a tap on my shoulder from the man next to me who pointed at the flight attendant.
“Oh, I’m sorry, yes?”
“Since you’re in the emergency aisle, you’re going to have to stow your bag in the overhead compartment, I’m really sorry about that.”
I unbuckled my belt and stood up, and walked to the row to put my bag up, the door was still open but being so short, was kind of hard to get it up there and the higher I tried to stand and the further I tried to reach, the farther up the hoodie started to go. I could feel myself about to be exposed at any second and put my foot up on the seat and lunged up to shove my bag in, not realizing the view I was giving the man on the aisle seat, with my leg up, he could see right up my hoodie and was staring directly at my bare pussy.
I got back down and made my way back to my seat, trying to act like everything was perfectly normal, completely oblivious to anything he may had seen. Deep inside I was so embarrassed that it felt like my whole body had turned red and could only imagine what he was thinking that I was just not wearing panties but anything at all for that matter below my hoodie. I stared back out the window once I sat down, too embarrassed to look at the people around me, afraid that everyone knew exactly what I was wearing and how slutty they thought I was. I couldn’t blame them though, I was practically naked, showing off my ass and pussy to everyone, I would think the same if I saw someone like me do the same.
“Let’s face it, you’re a slut,” it sounded like Natalie, but she wasn’t anywhere around me, “you know it’s true.”
I looked around, but no one was talking, the guy next to me seemed a bit older, wearing a button-down shirt, tie and black slacks was reading through his phone and not paying any attention to me. The guy on the aisle seat however kept trying to steal glimpses of my legs from the looks of it, but was not brave enough to look much higher.
“You’re enjoying the attention aren’t you, you like him looking at your bare legs, you wish you could show him more, don’t you?”
I looked back at him again, fidgeting with the hem of my hoodie, deep down I did, I wanted to show him more, I wanted to feel his touch, for him to use me, but even through everything, I still felt like it wasn’t right.
“It’s ok.”
I lifted the hem up just a little, but it felt like I exposed so much, even less than an inch, felt like I was about to show off everything, and with how short the hoodie was and how little I was wearing, it was true. For all I knew, one more tiny tug would show off my pussy, expose me to the world, let them see exactly what I was hiding.
I was so lost in thought, I hadn’t realized we were about to take off, the man next to me finally put away his phone and held onto the arm rests, his hand was so close to my leg that I thought he was going to touch it and my skin and my leg instinctively lifted as if it wanted him to. Just a finger, just the tip, just run it across my skin, I want to be touched and then take more.
“If you want him to touch you, touch him.”
Before long we were up in the air and the seatbelt sign turned off and the man was once again back on his phone scrolling through it.
“I think you need some instruction, or you’re just going to sit there the whole flight.”
This voice commanded me like a hidden director behind the scenes, a force I couldn’t find, “unbuckle your belt and get up already.”
I did just that, holding the hem of my hoodie down as I stood up and walked, “now lean over to the man that has been trying to sneak peaks at you since you showed him your slutty pussy.”
I leaned over, not sure what I was supposed to do next, not sure if this was just a way to let him see down my hoodie or get close enough to tease him, I did notice the bulge in his pants and wondered how long that was there.
“Whisper in his ear to knock 4 times on the bathroom door in 5 minutes.”
