She was about to do up her seat-belt when she remember the instruction about how to sit.She was about to do up her seat-belt when she remember the instruction about how to sit. Liz looked around her to make sure that no one could see. Everyone seemed preoccupied with whatever they were doing. As surreptitiously as possible, Liz pulled the back of her skirt up so that her now bare bottom was sitting directly on the seat. Finally, she was organized and as she looked up, she saw one of the stewardesses was looking right at her. Liz blushed a deep red as the stewardess gave her a knowing smile. Liz dropped her eyes and buckled up her seat-belt. She felt the heat of her embarrassment all over her face and knew she must look like a little girl with her hand in the cookie jar. The plane was soon descending into the crowded skies around Chicago's O'Hare airport. Liz was getting more and more excited. She read her instructions again and again wondering what would happen to her once she was naked and blindfolded, lying on the bed face down. She kept herself busy writing down the fantasy that Tom had asked her for. She wrote a sizzling fantasy about being on a tropical island and being captured by natives who stripped her and subjected her to countless sexual trials. She was soaking wet by the time the plane landed and she knew that she would leave a wet spot on the seat when she got up. As soon as the airplane door opened, Liz scooted out of her seat and out of the plane, making sure her skirt was pulled down as she got up. The stewardess who had seen her pulling up her skirt was at the door and she smiled as Liz came forward. "Have a nice day Miss." said the pretty flight attendant and Liz blushed again as she thanked her. Once out of the plane and into the terminal, Liz found herself following the mass of people as they headed for the exit. She asked someone at the Car Rental counter where the O'Hare was and was told it was right across the street. Five minutes later, Liz walked into the lobby of the hotel. The elevators had her on the floor a moment later and then she was at the door of room 310. She put her key in the door and then, just as she was turning it, had a thought that maybe she wouldn't be alone! The thought had her pause but it was too late now. With a deep breath, Liz pushed the door open and walked in. Thankfully, the room was empty. The curtains were flung wide open and Liz wondered if people could see in. |