I was onboard flight United Air 678 from Sydney to Los Angeles. I was sitting in the economy class cabin. The flight was full; there was no room to breathe, let alone move. My seat was at the rear end of the plane at a window of a three-seat section. I felt claustrophobic and was not looking forward to the fourteen-hour nonstop flight. I always requested the aisle seat but this flight was so overbooked I had to take what I was given.

Sitting two seats from me on the aisle was Jenny, a girl I knew at college, who now was a sales rep for a new line of performance compression sportswear. I was never friendly with her at college. My friends and I thought of her as a blonde bimbo. I felt bad for all the bitchy things I said about her, as she was so friendly on the flight.

I placed my bags in the overhead locker and then sat down with my new novel. I was wearing an old pair of faded jeans and an old blue t-shirt.

As I opened my book a guy squeezed past Jenny to take the seat between us.

"Hi, I am David, Jenny's my girlfriend." He introduced himself

He was quite good-looking, tall with dark hair, olive skin, and a sexy smile, and quite well-toned, but probably five years younger than I.

"Calm down, Rachel, get hold of your hormones. He is too young and he is taken! "I told myself.

David's attention turned to Jenny who was dressed in a white skirt far too short and a black halter-style top which was cut quite low. Her breasts were oozing out of the top and the skirt rode high up her thighs. It was good she was wearing black tights underneath her skirt.

"Rachel, stop being a bitch. She obviously wants to be noticed and it's working. If you want attention, you also need to show off a bit more."

My inner voice was bugging me so I started to read the book, hoping it would shut my mind out.

"Drinks, anything I can get you?" the stewardess offered Jenny and David, who were now joking and talking like they were the best of friends.

"Yes, I will have a glass of red wine" Jenny replied.

"I will have a beer." David requested.

"What would you like?" the stewardess asked, looking over at me.

"I will also have wine, please,." I answered.

I hated flying. I always got so anxious. I would drink myself to sleep and then awaken in time to land in LA. I had just had a sip of the wine when David got up to go to the toilet. When he returned, he climbed over Jenny's legs but while holding onto the seat in front he lost his balance and he fell right onto my food tray, knocking his beer and my wine all over both of us.

"I am so sorry!" he apologised as he climbed back up to assess the damage he had caused in his fall.

The wine had spilled right across my jeans, and all over his pants.

I was angry and uncomfortable, but I had to be polite.

"It's an accident. Don't worry!" I said, trying to do the right thing but knowing I was lying.

We had only just started the flight with another twelve hours to go and I was now wearing soaking wet pants.

"Hey, guys. I have some pants you can wear. It's gear I am taking to the sports trade exhibition in the US," Jenny offered, looking sympathetically at the wine all over my jeans.

"Have you ever worn compression tights before?" Jenny continued.

"Look at what I have on. These are them." Jenny spoke as she lifted up her skirt to show off her shiny black tights.

"Luckily I have an absolutely brand new pair in my bag and it's better than sitting in wet pants for the next 12 hours," Jenny offered as she stood up and retrieved her bag from the overhead locker, opening the zipper and handing me a plastic bag.

"Go and put them on. I know they are skin-tight, but nobody is really going to see you here. I wear them for running all the time, besides they are good for DVT prevention on flights too," Jenny went on as she smiled.

I took the bag from Jenny and was about to go to the toilet to try them on when I read the XL on the size chart on the box.

"These are extra large, they will be far too big for me, but thank you anyway for thinking of me," I said to Jenny, handing her back the plastic bag.

"You are right. These would be too large for you, but they would fit you, David, and they are unisex. You cannot stay in soaking wet pants. You should put them on!" Jenny continued.

"I am not putting on such tight pants. Forget it!" David resisted Jenny's offer.

"You cannot sit in the wet clothes. Many guys wear them for sports and nobody will even notice you wearing them. Go on, put them on and don't be so bloody stubborn!" Jenny insisted.

"You cannot stay like that, Rachel. I don't have another pair with me, but you are soaked and I don't need the pair I have on now, and they are a small size, so I will go with David to put on his pair and I will take mine off for you to wear."

Jenny would not let David refuse her offer, so the two of them got up and went to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, David returned to his seat.

As David was shuffling into his seat, I turned to face him and found myself staring at his body in the tights. I couldn't take my lusty eyes off his round butt and then when he sat down I glared down at his package wrapped tightly by the skin-tight spandex, which nicely outlined his bulge.

I knew I should not feast my eyes on someone else's boyfriend, but then he was a good-looking male, wearing body-hugging clothes and he was only inches away from me. David was sitting back down in his seat. I turned to face him and found myself staring at his body in the blue tights. I couldn't take my eyes off him. My hormones had possessed me.

"Rachel, these are for you to put on!" Jenny spoke as she returned to her seat lifting up a loose pair of black tights up in the air for me to take.

I hope she didn't notice me ogling her boyfriend, I thought to myself.

I took the tights, climbed over David's legs and went to the toilet to change. My pants were really wet to the bone. I stripped out of my wet pants. My undies were also soaked, too, so I took them off and I sat on the toilet seat and rolled the tights up my leg and over my hips.

They were tight, really super-tight spandex leggings in black with a blue stripe down the side.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Not quite the attire for a flight but better to be dry. The material covered me like a second skin, showing every curve and dimple. It had a high inseam pulling tightly into my butt. I looked in the mirror and it did little for the imagination. It traced around my butt and showed every curve. You could see my hip bones and my stomach as the V verged down to my legs. It outlined my mound and even formed a slit in my vaginal lips. I felt like a slut wearing these. They would get so much attention. I would have to walk quickly back to my seat so as not to be seen parading in this. I never had my undies on so I had not planned on returning this to Jenny. I would buy it from her and keep it. I left the toilet cubicle and went back to my seat.

"Wow, you look good in those- maybe you can model them for us at the exhibition!" Jenny exclaimed.

"Thank you for this, at least I don't have to wear uncomfortable wet clothes"

As I climbed over David's legs to get back to my seat, I noticed him looking at my crotch. Any guy would have been looking at a woman dressed in such tight clothes that are pulling into every crevice. I felt like I was wearing a magnet, attracting looks. The soft stretch material was actually pulling into my pussy and I wanted to pull the material out but avoided doing so in case it drew more attention.

As I sat down on my seat and put my seatbelt on again, I realised that I was turned on by the attention. It must have been a month since I last had sex. Maybe I was frustrated, or was I becoming a nymphomaniac?

I took my book out of the storage in front and I forced myself to read my book, but every once in a while I would glance over at my neighbour and look at his groin. The shiny tight material stretched itself over his bulging manhood like a wrapper. I could make out his penis, his balls and even the ridge on the head at the end of his big penis.

“When did I become such a dirty perv? Rachael, stop being like this. Act like a young lady, not a rampaging slut!” I was talking to myself in my head.

I just couldn't focus so I turned on the movies. It was already in the middle of the movie but I watched it anyway.

There was this couple at a party- a luncheon with everyone dressed formally. There were tables laden with food and a dance floor, on which many people were dancing. This couple was having a tiff and they were not talking to each other. The guy was getting upset that his girlfriend was ignoring him and he lifted his hand to put on her shoulders as he seriously spoke to her. She was in a mood and in rejection to his efforts she pulled away ferociously, but in doing so, his hand got caught on her blouse, and the buttons tying it together came off, splitting the blouse wide open and exposing her naked breasts. She was so steamed up with anger as she turned away from him that she couldn't be bothered to pull her shirt closed. She continued walking through the crowd of dancers with her pert breasts revealed to all. Everyone was glancing over at her, but she continued in her stride. She was usually the quiet, shy type but was so consumed by the fire within that she just continued her way with wild and carefree exhibitionism. To demonstrate that she was proud and didn't care about what anyone thought as they looked on, she pulled her shoulders back proudly, allowed her blouse to fall further down her shoulders and continued pushing her way through the crowd. Her nipples crowned her small breasts with erections. Her facial expression was one that clearly sent out the message that "If you want to look at me you can, in fact, please do as I don't care!" This couple left the party and climbed into a white limousine. As they sat down in the car, they both realised that their boiling anger had transformed into an intense wave of animalistic lust. They were horny and desperate for a good fuck. Another lady from the party, dressed in a long black dress, climbed into the back seat of the limousine with them. The couple ignored this woman sitting also in the back seat right next to them. As the limo pulled off for the sixty-minute drive back to Rio, she climbed on top of her boyfriend, facing him. She shuffled around as she pulled her panties off her legs and he opened his fly. She then sat down on his hard cock facing him and they fucked in the car right next to this lady. They didn't care and just went with the flow indulging their urges. She still had her dress on, which covered their torsos from view. The guy ignored the company and he pinched at her nipples as she closed her eyes and he held her tightly as she continued bouncing up and down his cock.

This movie was called Wild Orchid and was one of the most erotic movie scenes I had ever watched. It played to one of my fantasies -- an accidental act of public nudity. I was turned on by it and I felt my pussy well up as it throbbed with tension and a tightness that needed urgent touching to release.

I was wound up like a toy that reared to go and my frustration was getting the better of me. I folded my legs over each other, the exact opposite to my deep desire at the time which was to open my thighs wide and flick my finger against my clit and self-pleasure myself until I had released.

I looked over at David. He was sleeping. I looked over at Jenny. She was also sleeping. I felt safe to ogle at David now. His blanket had fallen down and I had a clear view of his cock straining against the tights. I looked carefully to check I was not imagining things. His cock was rock-hard. I continued to look at him and then, to my amazement, his cock started to jump. The tights were perfect. I could make out the entire penis. I could see a vein run along the bulging length of his penis. I watched on, enjoying this eye candy and then, to my surprise, his cock jumped again. This time it continued jumping and twitching up and down a few times. I then noticed white cum oozing out of his tights until his whole groin area was wet.

Amazingly, David was still sleeping on the chair beside me and not aware of what had just happened. Meanwhile, I  was feeling hot and horny between my legs. I realised that David must have had an erotic or wet dream. I was now so turned on I couldn't think straight.

I felt an intense burning in my crotch. As I straightened myself on my seat I looked down at my crotch. The spandex had pulled right into my slit and my vaginal folds on both sides stuck outwards. This was more than skin-tight. The spandex wedged itself into me. I looked at the others to check that they were sleeping. I slid my hands down my legs on top of the smooth stretchy fabric. As my hand trailed down to my inner thigh I felt the dampness between my legs. I so much wanted to touch myself right then and there. The pangs of tension were rupturing through me. I needed to be satisfied and I needed intense pleasuring.

I pulled my blanket over me. I bent my knees and held them up with my feet grounded at the end of the seat. I then slid my hand under my knee and slowly twitched my middle index finger and ran it up and down those swollen folds in the middle of my pussy, intensifying the downward pressure as I reached my swollen and excited clitoral hood, where I rubbed it in tiny circles. I was doing all this over the tights, but I yearned to feel my flesh. I pulled the tights outward at the waist to create access for a finger to find its way into my wet core, or even to touch my clit, but the tights were too tight to allow good access. I needed to take them off.

David awoke. He looked around, looking dazed and confused. I quickly stopped masturbating. I noticed him look around at his groin as he sat up in his seat. He realised that he had cum all over himself and he very quickly stood up, pulled the blanket over himself, climbed up over Jenny to go to the toilet.

I had a clearing to get to the privacy of a toilet cubicle myself, so I quickly unfolded my legs, got up and climbed over a still-sleeping Jenny and made my way into the aisle.

As I moved a few paces behind David, the food trolley arrived. He had to back up to let it though. In doing so, he collided with me. I felt his butt collide with my stomach. The physical contact was like adding oil to the fire. He turned around and faced me as the trolley moved past us. I have no idea why I took the risk, but I did.

"Hey, did you have a nice dream?" I asked him, gazing purposefully down at his wet crotch.

"Actually, yes and it was all about you, believe it or not!" he answered.

I was not sure if he was having me on or serious.

"Yes, it started with you bending downwards and me watching your luscious ass in those tights. I proceeded to do things to you and you responded in kind and yada-yada, if you know what I mean," he went on.

"So yada yada and you had a wet dream," I teased him.

David went red in the face as he answered, "Well, I suppose so"

Not sure where I was going with this conversation--or should I put it, sexual flirtation--but I added a few words "Well, you are not the only one horny around here!"

I suddenly wished I had not said this.

He smiled at me and then, as the trolley had passed us by, he proceeded to the toilet.

"Well now that you have discovered my little secret, I need to get changed quickly," he remarked.

I followed him toward the toilets. I had my own cunning plan once I got a bit of privacy.

We arrived at the toilets and they all had the red light on, indicating that they were occupied.

"Maybe the tights are affecting our hormone levels," I suggested.

"Look, it does outline one's figure like a second skin. It’s like being naked but not being naked because one is covered up," he went on.

"Just look at it," David pointed to his groin which was tightly encased in the taut spandex material.

"Excuse the dark blue wet area, but look at me," he pointed to himself.

I looked at his package. His penis was slightly bent sideways and his balls protruded outward. Two full sexy testicles full of cum, I imagined to myself.

"And even you-- look how it exposes you." David drew his attention to me.

We both looked down at my crotch. I suddenly felt uncomfortable with his focus on my pussy. A clear cleft showed where the spandex was pulling into my labia. I think they call it a camel-toe. I hoped the dampness I was feeling would not show through.

"Can I help you stretch it out? I am sure that's uncomfortable," David teased me, smiling.

All this attention only heightened my rampant hormone levels. I was hot down there. I felt like I had buried the lava from a burning volcano, wanting to erupt.

"And just look at your ass -- there is nothing better than women in spandex. I love the outline of the g-string sticking through." David turned his head around to look over at my butt.

"Hey, I can't see your g-string!" he commented.

"That's because I don't have one on. I never wear undies under tights." I answered

"Wow! That's so naughty," he replied as he daringly put a hand on my one butt cheek and massaged my glutes.

I didn't back away. I let him slowly caress my butt. His fingers started to go into my butt crack as his palm held tightly onto my round butt cheek. I was so turned on I just wanted to tear the tights off and fuck him right then and there.

A toilet became vacant.

Before he could proceed to enter the cubicle, I pushed ahead.

I stood in the doorway and suggested, "Should we continue in here?"

David entered as we negotiated the small space for two adults.

I sat down on the toilet seat, while he stood in front of me. With my two hands, I reached around his butt. I placed my hands on his round butt cheeks and held them. They were so sexy to feel. I peeled his tights down his thighs. I stopped pulling the tight material at his knees when his cock was in full view. He had dark pubic hair and his penis was still flimsy but getting harder-- almost standing at half-mast. His penis was at eye level. I was fixated on his large hairy balls hanging like royalty. I had the urge to grab them and hold his manhood between my fingers.

With my left hand, I cupped his balls and with my right hand, I clenched his penis as I arched forward over the toilet seat. I puckered my lips and I took it into my mouth. It quickly grew into a full hard-on. I tasted the remnants of his cum from his wet dream. I didn't mind the taste. I found it sexy, really sexy and very erotic and arousing. I licked strokes up and down the head of his penis, twirling my tongue around the circumference of the ridge where he was circumcised.

His penis was bulging out like a thick, strong pole of flesh and it stretched up high with a slight kink to the right. It was full of blood now, reddening and its veins protruding down its length. I pouted my lips as I went up and down its length like a piston engine. David put his hand up my shirt. As I felt his hand brush up against my voluptuous breast my body squirmed again. I clenched my pelvic muscles in response, sucking my breath inward as I gasped for breath. I was revved up and ready to jump his bones. His fingers clenched around my nipples and he pulled at them. It sent lightning bolts down through my body, touching every nerve and switching on all my circuits to full capacity.

I opened my legs wide. It was involuntary. It was nature forcing my pussy lips open to take in some manhood and make way for testosterone-rich balls to squirt their thick white cum deep inside my cunt. I was soaking and oozing fluids through my tights. My pussy was now well past the damp stage. David was moaning as I kept my pace, going up and down on him. I felt his hands holding my hair as I came up to catch my breath.

I stood up and pulled my shirt off over my head. He put his lips around my nipple and sucked it tightly as I stretched my neck backward. He put his hand against my pussy and drew lines with his index finger up and down my pussy, pushing into the wedge formed in my tights, along my slit and in between my fleshy folds. His finger traced up and down the outside of my tights, teasing me into a tensed-up frenzy. I so wanted him inside me. His finger nudged against my throbbing and swollen red and hot clit. As he touched it, I could hold back no more. I had to get rid of the barrier between us. It was time for flesh against flesh. I put my hands on my hips and pulled my tights off my legs. He now had free access to sensually explore my body.

He kneeled down and he took my clit into his mouth and he massaged it, caressed it, bit on it gently with his lips as his tongue danced the tango with it until I could no longer hold it in. My pussy and all its nerve endings were tensed up like a wound-up spring. I was rocking my pelvic floor, gyrating it and swinging my torso up and down into his face when I clenched all my facial muscles and arched backward and I let out a loud squeal. I felt like I needed to urinate but I pushed the sensation outward and I went with it. My pussy ejaculated for the first time. It squirted clear fluid out it. My body vibrated in violent yet pleasurable and satisfying spasms of relief. My whole pussy was contracting quickly and out of control while more and more fluid pushed it way out in a stream as if I was urinating. All this liquid was landing on David.

David stood up and he grabbed my butt, holding me up as he pulled me onto his hard cock. I kept my balance by anchoring my feet on the toilet seat as he drove his cock deep into my pussy and then out and in again and again. I was floating in a state of orgasmic bliss. Each wave took me with it for a ride of deep pleasure. Each time I felt his cock touch my innards and make contact with my g-spot it sent electric pulses throughout my body. I was like a live wire, sparking from every atom.

We were moaning in unison. Our bodies were soaked with sweat from all the intense body movements. We were both out of breath from all our deep breathing. I felt that final push as it went deep into me. At the same time, he drove a finger right deep into my ass as he held my butt cheeks and bounced me up and down. This was enough to once again push me over the edge and give me an extraordinary orgasm. It was a different feeling to vaginal penetration but it hit on virgin, untouched nerves within my anus that felt like live wires. I let out such a loud and high-pitched moan I was worried it would be heard by the passengers sitting outside the cubicle.

He was fucking me hard and fast now, his fingers still pressing deeply in my butt and touching erotic zones I never knew existed. It was like I was being stimulated from every possible direction and all at once

I had never talked dirty before while having sex. I had always considered this taboo, but this was such free, open, crazy sex and the moment felt so right that without restraint and a care in the world, I allowed my raw, instinctual, animalistic nature to take the reins as I shut my mind to all my inhibitions.

"Please fuck me hard! I want your hard cock deep inside my pussy. Ram it in hard. yes, fuck it, fuck it harder, yes put it there. Ooh ooh!!!" I shouted between my moans.

“Mmmm it feels so good, more, please deeper, fuck me!" I continued.

"I want your full balls to explode and shoot your hot boiling cum all over my body and into my mouth. I want to taste it!" I went on.

This turned him on more and his thrusts got faster and harder. He was dripping sweat all over me and onto the floor. His face was as red as a beetroot. His face displayed such intensity it looked as if it would crack.

The final thrust came. He took a deep breath, held it in and then he pulled his cock from my soaked pussy. His cock pulsated and throbbed and jumped as he moaned loudly again and again in unison with the rhythm. He shot a stream of white sticky cum into the air several times. I felt a blob land on my tits, another one in my dark pubic hair, and another on my arm. Then, just when we thought it was over, it jumped again and it shot cum high up, landing on the mirror beside us. A last spurt of cum shot up like a rocket and landed on my face. I looked into the mirror and saw white gooey sperm dripping down my chin.

We were both sweated out and wasted. He rubbed his cum into my tits as I wiped my chin and arm clean. We both smiled at each other with a glint in our eyes that needed no word to be spoken.

"I think we have just joined the mile-high club!" was all I could muster as I caught my breath in a laugh.

David laughed in response.

David got dressed, this time into his now-dry jeans. He opened the toilet door and went out first. I quickly locked it again behind him. I stayed a few more minutes as I wiped the sweat off my body and the cum out of my pubic region. I put my shirt back on and then put on my pair of tights. When I through, the coast was clear. I exited and walked back quickly to my seat.

Jenny was now awake and reading the in-flight magazine. David was sitting in his seat, drinking an orange juice.

"Are you okay, Rachel? You must have slept on your side of your face. Your chin looks so red?" she asked me.

"I am fine. I hate flying, so I had to run to the toilet to bring up," I lied, feeling a little guilty for what had transpired.

"Poor thing," she replied.

I sat back in my seat as David and Jenny spoke in the background. I was tired but I felt that blissful, relaxed, softened and satisfied feeling.

"Hey Rachel, I am sorry but I will need those tights back. They are my only pair and I have to wear them to the exhibition," Jenny requested.

"Jen, of course. I will have them washed at my hotel and I will bring them over to you straight afterward," I replied.

"No, you don't need to do that, my first appearance at the exhibition is an hour after landing so I will take them as they are. You really don't need to worry about cleaning them. It’s not like you have run a mile and sweated in them" Jenny said innocently.

I felt bad. The tights had been soaked with my juices.

I got up, fetched my jeans form the overhead locker and went back to the toilet to change.

I took off the tights. I tried to wash it around the groin area. I lifted them up to my nose and I smelt a strong, salty aroma. I took out my perfume and I sprayed the tights lightly. Little did she know what I had got up to with her boyfriend and now she would have to wear the tights that were soaked with my pussy juices-- all extracted by her boyfriend.

I got dressed in my jeans which were sort of dry. The plane landed and Jenny changed into the tights at the airport to make her way quickly through to the sportswear exhibition. I never saw David again. He tried to call me a few times, but the guilt prevented me from responding.

These sorts of experiences only present themselves a few times, so you got to get the best out of life and seize the day, as they say.

Carpe Diem!