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Samantha was horny.

There was no one sitting next to her on the airplane so she got up and took down the blanket from the overhead storage rack and spread it over her lap.

Then she leaned back and put a hand under the blanket, slowly moving it upwards, feeling the silky smooth skin of her inner thighs.

She cupped the vee of her sex mound that bulged beneath her panties and began to rub herself, harder and harder, making herself get hotter and hotter.

Then she spread her legs a little so she could slip her middle finger up into her cunt-hole. That felt even better and as she began to slowly ream herself out, she knew she was going to come.

She closed her eyes as she felt her pussy get wetter and wetter. She used a fingernail to scratch at the side walls of her cunt, slowly exploring every inch of her tight little canal.

Then she concentrated on her love button, rubbing and poking at it, making the ultra-sensitive little nubbin of cunt flesh erect and radiate out pleasure and excitement to every part of her body.

She felt her nipples get thumb hard and wished she could have touched them but she didn't dare to. Her clit would be enough to do the job.

She began to breathe faster and faster and wondered if the people who were sitting in front and in back of her noticed.

Then she thought the hell with it, I don't care. A wave of pleasure swept over her as she inched towards her climax, determined to reach it.

Massaging her clit was the only way and she kept at it with grim determination, the sound of the jet engines growing fainter and fainter.

She came.

Wetness filled her cunt canal as she spasmed. Juices flowed down over her finger and stained her panties as she squeezed her legs together as if she was trying to extract every last little bit she had.

She waited for a few minutes until she was breathing normally and then she returned the blanket to the storage rack over her head.

She felt much better.

Of course a cock would have been even nicer, but she did the best she could under the circumstances. Yes, a nice fat cock, banging up into her tight cunt until she begged for it to stop.

That was next on the agenda.

And soon, too.

Samantha was home.

The 747 wide body jet made a large turn over San Francisco Bay as it began its approach run into the airport.

From her window seat on the starboard side of the aircraft, Samantha looked intently at the panoramic view of the great city as it was held by the last rays of the setting sun just before it slipped into dusk.

The oblique light, washing over the skyline, bathing it in soft gold, rolled over the greenish blue waters of the bay, snaked under the Golden Gate bridge and then met the buildings.

It stopped midway up the huge hill that the city was built upon, not reaching the summit. The venerable old homes on top were already bathed in semi-darkness.