Maggie Hill
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Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 10.3
🕑 Added 2022-11-21 18:03:50 +0000 UTCI quickly pulled the hoodie down to cover myself while looking around for a split second to see who noticed, but felt my cheeks and chest instantly grow warm and red with embarrassment and put my hand over my face, marched myself into the airport past a few cat calls and whistles and a woman mumbling slut under her breathe. I couldn’t believe the day had hardly begun and I’d already been seen naked several times by who knows how many people and am still walking around in less clothing than I would in my own room. But I was soon to learn, this was barely the beginning.
Walking through the cold airport made me feel more self-conscious with every step. I felt like I was practically walking around in a tiny bath towel, even with my arms fully covered and the thickness of the material that started to feel paper thin as my nipples got hard. The worse part was not knowing if it was because the coldness of the terminal or if I was possibly getting aroused from the fear of getting caught and the stares of the people around me. For all I knew not a single person was looking at me, but in my mind, I was in a spotlight that was chasing me, setting all eyes on me.
“Please set your things on the conveyor ma’am,” a security woman spoke standing in front of me.
“Oh, sorry, daydreaming,” now the embarrassment shifted to looking like such an airhead, not realizing I had walked all the way to security being so distracted.
I looked up and was met with a woman who didn’t seem that amused with me or the day she was having. Took my bag, and put a hand out waiting for me to give her something.
“Your shoes ma’am,” I looked down to see I was just wearing flip-flops, confused why she would need them, but decided it was best not to argue with airport security.
I reached down, lifting each leg to grab them, feeling even more naked now than when I first entered, as my feet touched, the cold tile floor. I handed them to her, and with a slap, she tossed them into the bin along with my bag and pushed it forward into the machine.
“Step forward please,” another voice came from behind a wall, urging me to go into the scanner where I saw a business man just turn and walk out after raising his arms up and my heart sank.
I walked in and worried that if I raised my arms too high, the hoodie would come crawling up and expose my bottomless state. I lifted them just slightly hoping that was good enough, already feeling the material clinging to the curves of my ass, threatening to rise higher.
“Higher please ma’am.”
I raised them slightly higher, looking around to see the security woman behind not intently staring at me, another at the end with my bag watching as well and a slowly growing number of people in line watching for their turns to be scanned, growing more and more irritable by the second. I lifted slightly hire and felt the bottom of my ass cheeks start to peek as the material rubbed along my skin.
“Over your head ma’am!”
I jumped, scared now that I was about to be pulled aside and arrested, the hem of the hoodie humping to half of my ass, my pussy must have obviously been on display but hoping that turned to the side, no one could see it and just think I was wearing some slutty high rising shorts, which seems a better image than being completely bottomless.
“Next please!”
I walked out and a man in his mid 50’s walked to the side and in a daze, I slowly left the scanner and began to walk away.
“Ma’am please wait,” the man said stopping me in my tracks, I turned around, half out of it and saw him holding my sandals and bag, “you forgot these.”
I took the sandals and grabbed onto one of the arm straps of the bag, he let go of my one but held firmly on my bag, holding me there for a second, I looked up to meet his eyes, his breathing was kind of quickened, his cheeks slightly red and a tiny bit of sweat on his brow was all I noticed, “have a safe flight now.”
I took my bag and walked off, dropping my sandals in a corner and putting them on before pulling on my ticket and trying to find the gate for my flight. I don’t know what it was, but all my senses and especially my arousal were all on overdrive, fueled by my fear of being exposed. It was getting so intense that I could feel my legs shake at the thought of being exposed again, causing me to drip down my thigh to the point that I could feel small drops around my ankles. My nipples rubbing up against the inside of Nat’s hoodie switched between soft teasing sensual rubs to rough sandpaper as the pain and pleasure caused them to soften and harden with each movement.
When I finally got to my gate, my flight was still an hour before boarding and I was a hot mess, something I thought I would be used to by now. I took a seat facing away from everyone until a couple decided to sit across from me. All the seats in the whole area and they had to choose one across from me. I kept my legs tightly shut, crossing them just made the hoodie right up, my hands were so cold I kept them in the pockets, but it felt like temptation to wanting to touch myself with such easy access. That made me wonder if Natalie modified this hoodie recently because she knew, or it had always been like that and she knew.
Every minute felt like an eternity and my fingers couldn’t help but play with the hole in my hoodie, teasing it as if to say, just put your hand through and scratch that itch. My thighs would rub together, my teeth gently biting my lip and my breathing starting to quicken. I hadn’t even come close to touching myself yet, but my body was screaming for it and to my dismay it hadn’t gone unnoticed. I looked up to see the guy looking away from his girlfriend every so often and giving me quick glimpses. When our eyes met, he quickly looked away and tried his hardest to give all his attention to her once again, but couldn’t help adjust his pants at the obvious erection that was growing.
My legs slowly started spreading, not enough to be obvious, but just enough that if you were to look at me you may get a glimpse that nothing was underneath. His eyes met mine again and wanted to look down, his expression looked like he was asking both me and himself if it was ok to look and a part of me really wanted to as I reached through the whole and began to spread my lips.
“Now boarding, now boarding,” shocked me back to reality.
