Lately I’ve been thinking about trying to do a complete collection of erotic short stories. I was going through some computer disks and found this one. It’s a very short piece, and I think I even submitted it once to a website once, but it was rejected. I’m not sure if I would even use it in a collection, but I figure I have it, I wrote it…why not show it to people. So read on if you’re interested my attempt at Fash Fiction.
FLYING
My stomach jumps with excitement and I shift my weight to the other foot. I look around at the people surrounding me and wander what their reactions would be if they could read my mind. Their tense faces and rumblings tell me they’re not happy about the long line, and I doubt they would smile at my thoughts.
I shift my weight again, enjoying the friction between my thighs as I do it. I bring my legs tighter together and feel the seam of my pants dig in a little more. Shifting my weight continually from one foot to the other I concentrate on the arrows of pleasure my movements cause. I tighten my inner muscles and relax them once. Then again.
My heart is pounding and I feel my nipples harden, aching for attention. Everyone in the line shuffles forward, shifting luggage as they go. I make a show of shifting my backpack and tightening the strap across my chest, then resume my shuffling from side to side, like I’m in a trance. The strap is now rubbing back and forth across my nipples with every shift of my weight.
I begin to clench and unclench my inner muscles rhythmically. The pack strap is rubbing on my hard nipples; the seam of my pants is now directly stimulating my clit and shooting shafts of pleasure into my core. I close my eyes and let the climax come. A small, but powerful, orgasm rolls through my body in waves.
I catch my breath and open my eyes to find that the line had shifted forward again and I am next. The woman behind the counter waves me forward and asks for my papers.
Familiar with the routine, I heft my backpack off and lift it onto the scale, doing buckles up and tucking in straps so they won’t get caught on anything.
After a moment of typing at her computer she hands me back my papers and points me in the right direction. “Your flight starts boarding at three o’clock, gate fourteen. You need to clear security first. There are shops and restaurants after you pass through so you can do so at any time now. Enjoy your flight Miss. Anderson.”Β
I head off with a grin on my face. Traveling has always made me feel daring, and free. Judging by my excitement just being in line at the check-in desk, I feel confident I’ll enjoy the flight, and my holiday.
A familiar tingle runs through my body as I stand, once again in line, waiting for my chance to pass through the security checkpoint. On the other side of I can see people rushing from one gate to another, others relaxing in the seats waiting for their flights to be called. I also see shops full of knickknacks, candy and magazines. I notice a good-looking man flipping through a magazine in the nearest one.
Yes, I do plan on enjoying my flight. And everything else that comes my way.