Red-faced on the Red-eye Pt. 01

Inside, the light seemed blinding and terrifying to the nude girl who had just spent the last half-hour creeping around naked in the dark. But as her eyes adjusted, Sara got a good look at herself in the mirror. Strands of her shoulder-length hair clung with sweat to her burning-red face, and Anna's bright pink lipstick was smeared around her mouth. Her chest was flushed as if she had a fever, and the nipples on her apple breasts were sharp with wanton excitement. Most shameful of all, the gap between her skinny thighs glistened with the fruits of her arousal.

Sara looked away from the whorish image and dropped down to the seat, burying her face in her hands. Was that really her? Was she really that horny, naked slut with a lipstick-smeared face, her body on fire from the touch of a woman who clearly delighted in her humiliation?

When she was finally done, the long-awaited relief combined with her intense feelings of shame almost brought Sara to tears, but when she reached down between her legs to daub herself dry, other feelings quickly took over again.

Sara dropped the tissue and started touching herself, recalling Anna's expertly titillating fingers. Her breath quickened, and her shame was subsumed in the thrill she recalled from walking down the aisle for Anna, completely naked and exposed. Sara marveled at the wetness her escapade had created, and as her heart quickened along with her fingers, her arousal built closer and closer to the point of no return, until...

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

"You know I have a key that unlocks this door, right?" said Anna, as Sara leapt up from the seat, somehow more embarrassed by this than being caught by the old woman.

"Sorry! I'm coming," she said as she flushed the toilet and frantically washed her hands.

"You'd better not be," Anna chuckled as the naked, hopelessly horny girl emerged from the bathroom. "You're not allowed to do that until I say so."

"N-no, I didn't - I mean... I wouldn't," said Sara sheepishly, surprising herself with how easily she surrendered control of her climax.

"Now, I'd like to see how well my toy can behave for me when your hands aren't tied," said Anna, placing Sara's hands on her head. "You'll hold still like a good girl while I play with you, won't you, my naked little toy?"

"Y-yes," Sara answered, unsure exactly what she was in for.

Anna's hands danced all over Sara's naked body as she lightly kissed the girl's eager lips. The woman's fingertips seemed to find all the most sensitive and intimate places on Sara's body, making her flinch and squirm - but Sara never took her hands off her head, fearful that it would make Anna halt her sensual ministrations.

Then, when Sara was so worked up she was panting and shaking and about to explode, Anna once again stepped back, making the desperate, naked girl almost cry.

"Please! You promised that if I did this for you, you'd give me what I want," Sara whimpered, "and I want to... finish."

"No, my little toy... I told you I'd give you something you want," said Anna, reaching into a cabinet. "And I do believe you may want this..."

The woman pulled out Sara's sundress and dangled it in front of her.

"Oh, thank god you still have it!" said Sara, reaching for the pink dress. But Anna pulled it just out of reach.

"Well what I'm really going to give you is a choice," she said, "between this... and something I think you want even more."

Anna swung the long dress back and forth as if to hypnotize Sara, so obviously enjoying her power over the naked, squirming girl.

"I could give you this dress back right now, and then you can go back to your seat and spend the rest of the flight relaxing as a normal, fully dressed passenger... But that's all you will be to me. We're done. I won't even look at you again — and even if you press the call button, I'll send Beverly to you instead."

Anna then held the dress away and returned her other hand to slowly stroking Sara between her legs.

"Or... You can choose to remain my naked little toy... That means, you will give this lovely dress to me as a gift to keep, so that you know it will be entirely my choice when — or if — I decide to let you 'borrow' it at some point before you have to get off the plane. And it means that even after I finish turning you into a hot mess back here, I will continue playing with my naked little toy however I want, for as long as I want, and you will have to do whatever naughty, naked things I say."

Surrendering so completely to this demanding woman when she was so close to an escape to normality made absolutely no sense, Sara knew... but the very thought of it turned her on so much that she almost climaxed right then. But Anna's fingers once again pulled away tauntingly.

"So... what's it going to be?" she asked, dangling the dress. "Choose wisely..."

"I— I want..." said Sara, biting her lip, "I want to be your naked toy."

At that, Anna dropped the dress and pushed Sara against the wall again, making the naked girl gasp loudly once more at the cold shock against her back and bare ass. But this time Anna muffled the sound with a kiss so deep that it made Sara almost — almost— forget where she was. But that feeling ended abruptly when Anna pulled the curtain open and turned Sara's head to make her look back into the darkened cabin full of strangers that she had just walked through completely nude.

"You know that any, or all, of those people could have — and may still — see you naked before we're done," Anna said, as she teased Sara between her legs. "And it's going to be entirely up to me when and how you expose yourself to them, understand?"

"Yes ma'am..."

"Your naked body is my toy to play with," she continued, tweaking the squirming girl's nipple as her fingers went deeper inside her. "And I can do anything I want with it, isn't that right?"

"Yes ma'am," Sara panted, "yes, anything — anything you want..."

"And if I decide I want to show off my little toy, to anyone I want, you're going to obey me, right?"

"Yes ma'am, yes, whatever you say..."

"You have no more right to modesty, no expectation of the privilege of covering yourself," said Anna matter-of-factly, as she worked one hand between Sara's legs and the other caressed her breasts and bare butt. "You've surrendered that to me entirely in exchange for the sexual thrills I can give you in return."

"Yes ma'am, I surrender to you," said Sara, unprompted, humping Anna's hand furiously.

"Why?"

"Because... because I'm your naked toy."

"Good girl," said Anna, patting Sara's bare butt and pulling the curtain closed again. "Yes, you are... And you love it, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am, I love it."

"So, if I do decide to give you a blanket later on, so my exhausted little exhibitionist can maybe try and get some sleep tonight, then you know you're still not allowed to cover yourself with it without my permission, right?" Anna said, pulling her fingers away again.

"Yessss..." whimpered Sara.

"Mmm?"

"Yes ma'am, because I'm your naked toy."

"And...?"

"And I love it!"

"Very good!" said Anna, rewarding Sara with renewed - but devilishly light - attention between her legs. "And if I decide at any time tonight that I would like to take a look at my naked toy's lovely little body, and I suddenly show up next to your seat... you're going to drop the blanket - without being asked - turn on your reading light, and wait patiently - under a spotlight, on full display - until I'm done looking at you and I walk away. Correct?"

"Yes, I will," said Sara, grinding her hips over Anna's fingers.

"Because..." Anna said slowly, drawing her hand back slightly.

"Because I'm your naked toy and I love it!" pleaded Sara, her hands clinched atop her head as she thrusted her hips forward, desperately chasing Anna's touch. "Please play with me! Please play with your naked toy!"

As if genuinely moved by Sara's earnest plea, Anna plunged deep inside her, lifting the naked girl up onto her toes and making her gasp with pleasure.

"Yes, thank you, thank you! Please play with me! Please let your naked toy cum for you!" said Sara so loudly that Anna had to cover her mouth with a kiss.

In that very moment, Sara's body quaked with an otherworldly climax. Had Anna's strong hand not been supporting her like a saddle, Sara surely would have dissolved into a quivering puddle on the floor. The woman's other arm expertly swooped to support the small of her back when Sara arched and writhed in prolonged ecstasy as Anna manipulated her g-spot in the way only another woman can.

When Anna finally released her from the extended orgasm, Sara barely knew where she was anymore - only that she was totally alive, naked, and wanting more...

"Oh... oh god, thank you..." mumbled the delirious, nude girl as she struggled to get her footing on her wobbly legs. "That was... amazing..."

"Yes, yes it was, baby," said Anna, rubbing Sara all over like a racehorse after a run. "That orgasm was quite impressive. You must have been wanting something like this for a long time."

"I—I guess so..."

Before Sara could even get oriented in her post-coital headrush, Anna got to work stirring her up again, licking her nipples and teasing her clit.

"But of course, now that you've chosen to be my naked toy, you must know that I've only just begun to play with you..."

Both unable and unwilling to stop her seductress, Sara allowed herself to be taken to an even higher plane of arousal. She felt a profound desire to let Anna do whatever she wanted - and to do whatever Anna wanted her to do...

"Now, let's see how well my naked little toy can behave for me when she's not waiting for a reward," Anna said, turning Sara around to face the curtain hiding them from the rest of the cabin.

She took Sara by the wrists and put her hands high up on either side of the doorway, and then nudged Sara's bare feet wide apart with her shoe. Next Anna ran her hands over Sara's naked body, sculpting her pose like an artist.

"Back arched, tits up, butt out," she said, then she reached around between Sara's legs and literally lifted her up by her clit. "And up on your toes."

Spread-eagled and posed like this, Sara felt even more exposed than when her hands were bound behind her back, and that feeling multiplied exponentially when Anna reached forward and drew back the curtain in front of her as if revealing the prize on a game show.

"Now, I want my naked little toy to stay completely still for me, no matter what I do to you," Anna whispered in Sara's ear as she trailed her fingertips ever-so-lightly down her arms. "And I guess I don't have to remind you not to make any noise."

Sara's worst fears were realized when Anna's fingers reached her armpits and swirled around. The naked girl shivered from head to toe and had to bite her lip to keep from squealing. Anna's delicately tickling fingertips then drifted down to swirl around her breasts, then slowly made their way down her ribs, making Sara's breath catch and quiver. She had to strain with all her might to keep her outstretched fingertips touching the sides of the doorway and hold the wanton posture Anna had imposed on her. Sara's skin was so sensitive right after her colossal climax that Anna's slightest touch sent shockwaves through her body and made her every muscle twitch. When the woman's fingertips made their way toward her taut tummy, Sara was about to beg "please, no!" but she suddenly had to choke back the words to avoid erupting into peals of laughter.

It took every modicum of Sara's self-control to keep herself from curling up into a quivering, squealing ball, but she remained in her achingly vulnerable pose as Anna's deft hands teased and tickled the most sensitive parts of her naked body, covering her again with goosebumps head to toe - all while Sara bit her lip and stared out at the airplane cabin filled with (hopefully!) sleeping passengers.

As the tormenting tickles neared the point where Sara felt she could no longer endure them, Anna mercifully moved one hand down to rub her squirming toy's clit, and put her lips to the girl's ear.

"And now, my wonderfully obedient, naked little toy, this is what you're going to do for me next to prove what a shameless exhibitionist you really are... You're going to take a loooong, sloooow walk of shame back to your seat - completely naked, with your hands at your sides - and when you sit down, you're going to pull up your window shade and turn on your reading light. Then you're going bask in that spotlight and touch yourself as you look at your reflection in the window, watching yourself masturbate - totally naked and exposed - sitting in an airplane filled with strangers..."

"Oh god," Sara whispered, equally thrilled and horrified at the thought. "I—I..."

"You're going to do this for me, right?" insisted Anna, as she simultaneously teased Sara's clit and tickled her breasts.

"Y-yes ma'am..." stammered Sara, her horny, delirious brain barely able to grasp what she was committing to.

"Because...?"

"Because I'm your naked toy... and I love it."

"And you're not going to stop, no matter what, until you finish. And even after you're done, you're still not going to turn your light off - you're just going to press the call button and wait for me, naked and on display under the spotlight, until I come to you. You're going to this for me, right?"

"Yes ma'am," Sara panted, "because I'm your naked toy - and I love it."

"Very good, sweetie," said Anna, giving Sara's neck a gentle kiss. "And if you can be a good little naked toy for me, and you do everything I say for the rest of the flight, then I promise that at some point after we land, I'll make sure you have something more than a blanket to wear when you get off the plane."

Then she gave Sara's bare ass a little shove up the aisle.

"Now you'd better get going, sweetie. It's a long walk, and your legs still look a little wobbly," Anna said, running her finger down Sara's spine. "But walk slowly - I want to watch my naked toy work her cute little bum for me."

Sara's first steps were indeed wobbly, her mind still delirious from her climax, and her body still tingling all over from Anna's tickling touch. But she carried on up the aisle towards her seat, where she had committed to doing the most brazen and shameless thing she could possibly imagine.

As terrified as Sara was thinking about the task that awaited her, this walk was somehow easier than the last. Partly, of course, that was because she was looking at the backs of the seats instead of people's faces. And partly because the lingering euphoria of her recent climax masked her fear. But mostly, Sara realized, it was because she knew why she was doing it.

She was doing it because that beautiful, captivating woman behind her had turned Sara into her naked toy, and she told her to do it. Sara was doing it for her.

Sara strode ever more confidently up the aisle, making sure her walk was as seductive and sexy as she could manage - up on her toes, hips swinging, shoulders rolling - hoping to please the woman who commanded it. She barely hesitated even as she neared that scolding old woman, whom Sara could tell was awake a fidgety.

"Tsk, tsk, girls these days are such trashy little harlots," hissed the dowager as she passed.

The accusation made Sara feel humiliated, but also thrilled, and she gave her butt an extra little wiggle as she proceeded on. She somehow didn't care how many judgmental grandmas or skeevy businessmen might be staring at her swishing ass and she sashayed up that aisle - because she knew Anna was watching too, and Sara was doing this for her.

When she finally reached her seat, Sara turned and struck a lascivious pose, looking back down the aisle, past the faces of all the dozens of strangers to find the only one that mattered: the woman who was forcing her - no, inspiring her - to do all of this. Seeing Anna's bright, approving smile shining from the back of the darkened cabin filled Sara's naked body with a warm glow.

Then Sara took her seat - and a deep breath - before sliding up her window shade. With her eyes fully adjusted to the darkness, she could already see her reflection as clearly as in the bathroom mirror - her slender, naked body slumped low in the seat, her small breasts punctuated with erect, beadlike nipples, her eager fingers already venturing below her neatly trimmed bush, her chest and taut stomach rising and falling with every nervous breath. And looking deeper into the dark reflection, she noticed that she could also see the sleeping woman across the aisle in her row - just as clearly as that woman would be able to see her if she woke up during Sara's shameless display.

Realizing this, her sense of embarrassment and fear returned, quickly burning through her erotic fog, and it was with a reluctant, shaky hand that Sara slowly reached up to turn on her reading lamp.

The blinding flood of light stunned her. Reflecting off her pale skin, the light suddenly made Sara's nude body incandescent in the darkness. She felt like a lighthouse beacon, visible for miles around, begging to be noticed. Sara knew that if anyone did see her naked like this, the sight would be seared into their mind forever.

Looking at her radiant reflection in the window, she ran her fingers up and down her body from her thighs to her breasts before plunging them into her sex, marveling at the sight of this wanton, naked slut - which she knew to somehow be herself - masturbating in an airplane seat where anybody walking by could see.

Sara had never looked at lesbian porn, or even solo female masturbation videos. She had never even watched herself masturbate in a mirror as some of her straight friends like Rosie had. But the sight of herself naked and masturbating - teasing her breasts and rubbing her clit - turned Sara on more than she thought possible.

Seeing herself under such a hot spotlight, spreading her legs and pleasuring her naked body, Sara couldn't help but feel like she was on a stage at some sleazy sex club, putting on a profane show for a crowd of horny pervs like some whore. And to her surprise and shame, that disturbing thought only heightened her arousal as she dug deeper into herself.

As Sara neared her third(?) orgasm of the evening, her breath came in frantic pants, the faintest hint of a moan creeping into each one despite her desperation to stay quiet. She watched her reflection as her naked body bucked and writhed, her chest heaving with every breath, one hand working furiously between her legs and the other squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples.

With the pressure building, Sara finally stopped watching her slutty performance and just surrendered herself to the sensations boiling inside her. Her bare skin felt electric as she ran her free hand all over her naked body. Each twist of every squirming joint felt synchronized in an orchestra of arousal, and she thrashed her head from side to side in the near agony of her approaching erotic crescendo...

Then, just as she bit her lip and pressed hard on her clit to fling herself over the edge into orgasm, Sara opened her eyes to see that the woman across the aisle was no longer asleep, but instead quite awake and staring straight at her, totally aghast.

Unable to stop her cresting climax, Sara could only meet the woman's gaze, their shocked eyes locked, as her naked body writhed and quaked helplessly in front of her.

It seemed like an eternity before Sara regained control of her limbs and managed to clench her arms over her privates, her entire, nude body blushing under the woman's appalled stare. The passenger leaned forward and moved her mouth as if she was trying to speak, but no sound came out and her eyes rolled around in her head. The woman's heavy eyelids drooped and rose, and Sara realized that she must be fighting the sleeping pills she had downed before they took off. With any luck, hoped the naked girl as the woman appeared to drift off again, she wouldn't even remember what she saw when she woke up the next day when they landed.