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 ï>¿Kristen's Risky & Revealing Red-Eye byLuckyDave1066Â(C)

   All was quiet at 1:30 AM on Frontier airlines flight 1418, or at least
as quiet as an Airbus A319 at 32,000 feet gets.  Despite having pushed back
from the gate at Las Vegas a few minutes late, the pilot had promised as
they taxied to the runway that the flight would arrive at O'Hare a little
before its scheduled arrival time of 6:39 AM.  The sparse collection of
passengers appeared to be seasoned travelers, settling in and making
themselves as comfortable as the coach seats allowed.  The flight being
less than 20 percent full made things a little more comfortable, or at
least less cramped, as each passenger had a row of three seats to
themselves, with many having nobody to distract them in the three seats
across the aisle either.

   The better than usual conditions for sleeping weren't enough to allow
Kristen to expect to get any sleep; she was a fairly nervous flier in the
best of times, and traveling during the Covid pandemic added to her
anxiety. She looked enviously at the stocky middle-aged man in the window
seat across the aisle, who had leaned over against the window and begun
snoring loudly before the plane had even pushed back from the gate.  She
wondered if wearing a sleep mask like his might make a difference, but
doubted it; the light level wasn't her problem, and the idea of wearing
both the sleep mask and the obligatory surgical mask over her mouth and
nose wasn't very appealing.  If she hadn't been required to make this trip
for work there was no way she'd have been where she was right now.  The
mostly empty cabin and noticeable odor of whatever sanitizer the cleaners
had recently doused the interior with helped her get somewhat more
comfortable, but nowhere near feeling like sleeping.

   "Thank God I can get away with putting the fee for high-speed wi-fi on
my expense account," she thought to herself.  The second one of the flight
attendants announced that they had reached an altitude allowing the service
to be used she connected her tablet and set it up on the tray table of the
middle seat in her row.  She set up her folding keyboard on her own seat's
tray table, completing the setup of gear she would rely on to stave off
boredom for the next 4 hours or so.  She browsed for an episode of one of
the series she had been watching, finally settling on an episode of
Outlander.  One episode led to another, getting Kristen to almost 3 AM. 
She switched to catching up on the latest news on a handful of sites, not
improving her stress level.

   She was just about to go back to choose another of her Netflix options
when she received a text from Dave, at a little after 4 AM his time!  She
wondered what her husband, a confirmed morning person, was doing up so
late.

   He asked, "How's your flight going?"

   She tapped out a reply, "Okay, but you know how I hate flying.  What are
YOU doing up so late?"

   "Thought I'd keep you company for a little while, because I DO know
about you and flying.  I had a nap earlier this evening to be ready for
this."

   "Aw, that's so sweet!  Have I told you lately how lucky I am to have a
husband like you?" Sorry I didn't call earlier; how was your day?"

   They each shared some of the high and low points of their respective
days and chatted via text for almost an hour.  Kristen noticed Dave's texts
were beginning to seem like he was about to nod off, with some of his two
or three-word messages taking 2 or 3 minutes.  "I feel a little guilty for
keeping you up so late, like I should let you go back to bed," she typed,
"but I'd miss your company."

   "I'm taking tomorrow, or more accurately today off, so I don't mind, but
I have to admit I'm fading a bit."

   Kristen picked up her tablet, switched to her camera app, and held it up
over the top of the seats, panning around to show Dave the quiet scene.

   "Cool!" he replied, "I can't believe we've been chatting all this time
via text and neither of us thought to use the cameras.  It looks like
everyone else is asleep, judging by the darkness all around you." He turned
his camera on; now they could see each other.

   "Too sleep-deprived, I guess, though it's too loud to talk with you
anyway, maybe that's why I didn't think of it," Kristen replied, "and yes,
I wouldn't be surprised if I was the only customer still conscious."

   "Nice to see you, anyway.  Am I mistaken, or is that a new outfit?" Dave
texted.

   "Sharp eye for a drowsy guy," she replied, "the cardigan and skirt are
new, I did a little shopping the night before last.  Don't worry, they were
both on sale!"

   "No complaints, you look great," he replied, "I have to admit I was only
referring to the cardigan, it looks long enough to mostly cover your skirt,
so I didn't notice the skirt." She enjoyed the compliment but noticed him
fighting off another yawn.

   She wanted to keep the conversation going, and had an inspiration.  "I
actually picked up a few other things while I was shopping, should I show
them to you?"

   "Sure, why not," he replied, without too much enthusiasm.  His interest
in Kristen's clothes was generally limited to how they looked on her.

   "Should I..." she typed, then raised her eyebrows as she moved her hands
to the top button of her new knit cotton cardigan, just below the deep open
v neck.  She unfastened the top button before he had a chance to reply,
wanting him to understand that she was currently wearing at least some of
the new items she had proposed showing to him.

   "Yes, please do!" he replied, suddenly more alert.  He watched with
renewed focus as his wife slowly unfastened all five buttons, gradually
opening the cardigan between her navel and the hem, around the middle of
her thighs.  With the cardigan fully opened he could see a top he was sure
was not new, a white silk scoop neckline tank he'd seen her wear many
times. He also could now clearly see what he was sure was a new skirt, gray
linen with a row of buttons over her left leg.  "New skirt, I see, very
nice!"

   "Glad you approve.  I like the way it can be safe for work, but can be,
well, not so safe depending on how you wear it," she replied, then started
undoing the skirt's buttons, starting at the bottom.  Keeping one eye on
the screen of her tablet, she loved seeing how her in-flight fashion show
had perked Dave up; she was feeling more lively herself as she finished
unfastening the fourth button, leaving only one button near the waist in
place.

   "Pretty hot with that many buttons undone!  But could you ever really
wear it that way?" he quickly typed.

   "Probably not, but the buttons keep me from showing you another one of
my new items," she replied, "would you like to see a little more?

   "YES, PLEASE," came his reply in a few seconds.

   Dave expected the skirt's last button to be where her show went next, so
when Kristen shrugged the cardigan off her shoulders and let it slide back
off her arms he was confused.  This did give him an unobstructed view of
her arms and shoulders, but that wasn't what he had expected when she asked
if he wanted to see more, and he was now sure the top, while flattering,
was definitely not new.

   "You look disappointed...were you maybe expecting to see a bit more
skin?" she tapped out, smiling wickedly as he looked on sheepishly.

   "Not disappointed, just confused.  You look great in any amount of
clothing, so no, not disappointed."

   "Good answer!" she typed, then lifted her top up high enough for him to
see her bra!  She hadn't planned on actually taking the bra off, so she
just held the bunched up top at shoulder height.  Seeing the look on Dave's
face a few seconds later made her want to surprise him even more than she
did a moment earlier, so after a long look around to be sure nobody was up
and moving around, she pulled it over her head and completely off!

   Dave thoroughly enjoyed his first look at her newest bra, white and
mostly sheer, with enough lace to hide her nipples, but light enough to
show how her impromptu long-distance striptease was making them stand out.
She leaned forward, filling her camera's field of vision with a close view
of her chest, hoping Dave could see exactly how aroused she was becoming.
She folded and rolled the silk top up and slipped it into her tote bag.

   "WOW!  WISH I WAS THERE!" he texted.

   "Me too, babe!  By the way, the bra is part of a set..." Kristen typed
before shifting her tablet to the aisle seat's tray table to give Dave a
wider angle view.  She turned sideways and brought her feet up onto the
aisle seat, then reached for the last of the skirt's buttons and slipped it
out of its buttonhole; she felt herself breaking out in goosebumps as she
lifted her butt enough to slide the skirt out from under her, then folded
it neatly and put it away in her bag along with her top.

   She certainly hadn't planned on being dressed in nothing but some skimpy
lingerie, at least not before she reached home later this morning, but here
she was, lounging across seats 18 A, B, and C, all but naked in the middle
of an Airbus coach cabin.  She shivered a little as the thought came to her
that even if all of her fellow passengers were sleeping, she had no
guarantee they would stay that way.  With her top and skirt tucked away as
they were, she knew there probably wouldn't be enough time for her to get
them back on if someone were to wake up and make a trip to the rest room a
few rows behind her!  Without thinking about it, she pushed her tote back
to its normal spot under the middle seat of the row in front of her.

   "See?  I told you.  A matching set.  What do you think?" she typed.  She
knew exactly what he would think, but liked to hear it anyway.

   "Very sexy!  Can't wait to see you model it in person!" Dave replied.

   "Yeah, it's hard to show them properly in these tight quarters." she
typed before trying to turn enough to give her husband a look at the sheer
back of her panties, "and unless I turn on my reading light the lighting
here is pretty poor."

   "You're hot in any lighting, and I suppose you probably don't want to
call attention to yourself right now by turning on your light!  Not that I
want you to stop doing what you're doing, but are you worried at all about
the guy I saw across the aisle when you showed me your surroundings?"

   "Nah, he's been snoring since we left the airport, and he's wearing a
sleep mask," she texted back.  "I think if I were to get caught it would be
by someone I don't see until they're practically on top of me!" Until now
she hadn't had time enough to be worried about being caught in her barely
dressed state, but now that Dave had brought it up she was having a hard
time avoiding the thought.  The fact he had made it clear that he didn't
want her to stop what she was doing proved he wasn't too disturbed by her
risking being seen this way.

   Just as she hit enter to send her latest text, she noticed some movement
towards the front of the cabin.  A quick peek over the seat in front of her
let her see one of the flight attendants striding quickly towards the rear
of the cabin!  Dave knew something had changed as he saw Kristen sit back
down, looking nervous.  He watched as she pulled her cardigan up from the
seat it was draped over and frantically searched for the armholes.  He
realized she must have seen someone coming towards her; she finally got
both arms through the sleeves and buttoned a couple of buttons, just before
he saw her seeming to be having a conversation with someone.  It was way
too noisy for him to make out any of the conversation, which was over in
less than a minute.

   Seconds after Kristen had partially buttoned the front of her cardigan
and arranged it to cover as much of her legs as possible, one of the two
flight attendants stopped at her row and smiled hello.  "Hi, I just wanted
to tell you that since you seem to be the only passenger not sleeping,
we're going to skip the beverage service.  Don't hesitate to call for us if
you want anything, but it doesn't make sense to haul the cart all through
the cabin and risk disturbing the sleepers."

   "Thanks, I've got a water bottle in my tote, so I'm all set," Kristen
replied, relieved that her previous state of dress seemed not to have been
noticed.  As for her current state, even with the cardigan tugged down her
legs about as far as was possible, she thought the flight attendant must
have noticed the tops of her stockings and a few inches of thigh visible
below the hem of the cardigan!  After a minute or two to let her pulse come
back to normal, she texted Dave, filling him in on what had been going on.

   "Wow, that explains the panicked look you had as she was approaching
you. I wonder what she'd have thought if you hadn't managed to get the
cardigan on in time!  I thought it might have been another passenger," Dave
replied, "I suppose after a scare like that your little fashion show is
over."

   Kristen found herself imagining both scenarios Dave mentioned; she
couldn't decide whether it would be worse having another passenger see her
nearly nude or having a flight attendant catch her that way.  She wasn't
sure if she could go much beyond what she'd already done for Dave's viewing
pleasure, but she was aware of how excited showing off for him was making
her, giving her multiple reasons to want to go on with her tease.  She
thought for a minute about how she might be able to proceed, then texted
him again, "Show not necessarily over, just a break to think about my
options; none of this was planned, so I'm kind of winging it here, but I
think I might be able to take something else off if you'd like me to!"

   "Do you have any doubt?  As long as you feel safe, I'm always happy to
watch you removing your clothes!"

   "Then sit back and enjoy!" Kristen replied.  She undid the two buttons
she had managed to refasten, then began slowly removing the cardigan, one
sleeve at a time.  This time around, she didn't think of what she was doing
as any kind of fashion show; she was thinking striptease, drawing out the
emergence of her bare shoulder then slowly sliding the cardigan down her
upper arm and past her elbow before finally pulling it down over her hand.
When she had finished the same process on her other arm and the cardigan
was completely off, Dave was expecting to see her take her bra off next,
but she surprised him yet again.

   She brought her feet up on the seat in camera range and slipped her
sandals off, kicking them to the floor.  With her mask on she realized he
couldn't see her facial expression, but she couldn't help smiling, knowing
how much he must be enjoying her show.  She brought her left leg up to the
middle tray table pointed right towards her tablet and slowly rolled her
stocking off.  Once her left leg was uncovered she draped the loose
stocking over her shoulders like some sort of transparent scarf, then moved
on to working the stocking off her right leg.  When both stockings had been
removed she wadded them up and stuffed them into one of the pockets of her
cardigan.

   "See, I told you I could take something else off," she texted Dave.

   "Full of surprises, as usual!" was his reply.  He was all smiles until
he saw her pulling her cardigan back on and watched as she buttoned the top
couple of buttons, "Well, that was pretty damn hot, but I understand if
you're not comfortable going any further."

   "Giving up on me already?" she typed, raising an eyebrow.

   "No, but it seems like you're getting more covered..."

   Kristen wasn't sure if Dave was just making an observation or if he was
challenging her to be bolder.  It really didn't matter now, she had already
decided on her next move and answered his latest text without touching her
keyboard.  She ran her left hand down her neck, then continued down over
her cardigan, running her fingers through the cardigan and her bra all
around the outer edge of her right breast, pausing a moment to give it a
firm squeeze, knowing Dave would be imagining doing the same thing himself.
When she'd done about all she could think of to tease him with her hand in
sight, she slipped it inside the cardigan and continued massaging her
breast for at least a minute; during the last half of that minute, her
fingers were busy tracing small circles at her nipple.  Without letting up
on her left hand's activity, she followed the same steps with her right
hand and left breast.  She noticed a running stream of short texts from
Dave confirming the effect her behavior was having on him, but was too busy
to take a break to read or answer them.

   Kristen took a deep breath as she finally left her breasts alone so she
could reach around behind her back to unhook her bra.  She felt herself
shaking as she felt the hooks come loose; despite the combination of the
loosened bra and her cardigan still keeping her breasts covered, she knew
that by going this far she was making it more likely than not that she'd
end up topless before she was through with her show.  "Would that be so
bad?" she wondered, "Dave is the only one who's going to see me, and he's
pretty much always in favor of me showing more skin." Still, taking off her
bra in even a sparsely populated airliner seemed plenty risky to her.  The
flight attendant had almost caught her earlier, and she started from the
front of the cabin; what if a passenger only a few rows ahead of her headed
to the restrooms behind her?

   Thinking about the possibility of giving some stranger an eyeful with
nowhere to escape to until the flight ended in a couple of hours gave
Kristen chills; in her handful of previous experiments with exposing
herself, she had usually had some kind of option to cover up, hide or get
away.  Not this time.

   Whatever misgivings she still had about getting out of her bra were
apparently not enough to stop her; still in the middle of her internal
debate about whether to go for safety or arousal, she noticed her left hand
was moving on as if the debate was over and arousal had won, sliding her
right bra strap off her shoulder and stretching it down the cardigan's
sleeve towards her hand.  Once her left hand had finished its mission, her
right hand took the left strap down.  Kristen didn't remember having made a
conscious decision to go ahead and remove her bra, but that part of her
psyche which sometimes took over in this kind of situation had apparently
made the call, and was now having her left hand pull the bra out the open
v-neck of her cardigan.  She still had some measure of control over the
increasingly reckless behavior she was indulging in, taking care to hold
the deep v-neck sides at the front of the cardigan close enough together to
limit the exposure of her breasts to a generous amount of cleavage; daring,
even dramatic, but probably no more than you might see at a dance club. 
"Or at least not much more," she thought, smiling as she saw Dave's
reaction to her latest moves on her tablet's screen.

   "You like?" she asked, asking another question she knew the answer to,
just because she enjoyed hearing it, or in tonight's case reading it.

   "Hell yeah!  You should always wear the cardigan like this!"

   "Sure, I'd be a legend in the office if I came to my Monday morning
staff meeting dressed this way.  Unemployed, but a legend."

   She held the bra up to the tablet's camera as close as it could focus,
saying, "I just thought you'd like a closer look at the material, isn't it
pretty?

   "Looks like a fine garment, very sexy.  Thanks for the closeup.  You
said it and the panties are a matching set, didn't you?"

   "They are." she typed once she'd added her bra to the growing collection
of clothing in her tote and shoved the bag back under the seat, giving him
a look that, even with her mask covering much of her face, left no doubt
that she knew he was challenging her again.

   "He wants me to get out of my panties.  Here.  Now.  Incredible," she
thought to herself, still locking eyes with her evidently very horny
husband, "Lucky for him I sort of want the same thing!  Still, I'd like him
to come right out and say what he wants."

   "Is that your way of asking me to get out of them?  I just might, if you
ask nicely!" she finally answered.

   "I admit it, I would LOVE to see you take off your panties.  Please,
I'll do whatever you ask.  Only if you would like to, of course."

   She couldn't help raising her eyebrows in surprise at his reply; she'd
just meant to make him ask for what he wanted, but now that he'd made the
offer..."Show me your cock!" she replied, surprised at her message even as
she was typing.  Dave was at least as surprised as he read it a few seconds
later!  She felt herself blushing, realizing that she'd just agreed to lose
her panties if he obeyed her demand.  She hoped the cardigan was long
enough to keep the absence of undies her secret, but was committed to
keeping her side of the bargain if Dave came through, regardless of how
much the cardigan did or didn't cover!

   Seeing his camera shift position, she sat back and waited to see what he
would put on her screen.  After a minute or so of Dave fiddling to find the
right position and angle, she was shocked to see her husband's erect cock
filling the screen of her tablet!  It was only what she'd asked for, but
the sudden appearance of his hard-on still stunned her.  She had kind of
expected he'd be in this state, but vaguely thinking about it and seeing
his dick bobbing up and down on her screen were very different things.

   After getting past her surprise, she couldn't help but be flattered that
she could get such a strong reaction from him without any physical contact.
"Very impressive," she finally texted him, "but please put that thing away
for now, I'd like it to be ready to do some work when I get home!"

   Dave reluctantly agreed to leave his dick alone and promised to give
Kristen a warm welcome home, adding,"Tell the pilot to hurry!"

   "Should I go ask to see the flight crew and pass on your request?" she
asked, winking.

   "Sure, go for it," he replied, adding a smiley face emoji, but first I
believe we made a bargain about your remaining item of lingerie, no?

   "Yes.  We did," she replied.  Once she hit send she reached up the
too-short distance between the bottom of her cardigan and the waistband of
her panties, lifting her butt slightly to allow the panties to slide
smoothly down and away from her ass.  A few seconds later she was sliding
them down her thighs, automatically holding her legs together until she'd
lowered the flimsy garment down past her knees.

   She felt her heart pounding as she let them go.  Her mask kept Dave from
seeing it, but she had a slightly dazed look on her face, her mouth agape
as she felt the panties drift down her calves and settle at her feet.  She
started to put them away in her tote before remembering to give Dave a
close look, holding them up to her tablet.  With her hands inside the
panties, he could see for the first time just how sheer most of the
material was.  She enjoyed the look on his face as he imagined seeing her
wear them in person.

   As she finally put the panties away in her tote with practically
everything else she'd been wearing a few hours ago when she boarded the
plane, Kristen couldn't believe she was down to one last piece of clothing
between her body and the world, one definitely not designed to be worn on
its own.  She wondered if she could get away with leaving all her
non-cardigan clothing in the tote and making her way through O'Hare dressed
as she was now.  She shuddered as she imagined stepping off the jetway into
a crowded gate area full of people waiting for their flight to start
boarding.

   She got chills trying to figure out how the straps on her carry on
backpack might affect the way her cardigan draped over her body; she
wouldn't be able to afford having the hem of her last piece of clothing to
ride up even an inch or two.  She shivered even harder imagining how easy
it would be for her nipples to be exposed if the backpack's straps pulled
the fabric at the plunging neckline out to the sides even a little, or
pressed her unrestrained boobs together.  If both effects somehow occurred
at the same time she might end up with her boobs completely exposed!

   "Look what you've made me do!  I was having a quiet flight home and now
you've talked me out of my clothes.  A bad influence, that's what you are!"
she texted, winking at Dave as she saw him look up when he finished
reading.

   "You were bored.  I'm just trying to help.  Besides, I haven't talked
you out of ALL your clothes, it's not as if you're naked!"

   There it was; he'd finally put the idea out there.  Of course he had;
though neither of them had mentioned this possibility before now, it was
the obvious next step in the game they'd both been enjoying.  "But
completely naked?  Here?  It's a big step to go from being dressed
provocatively, which I definitely am, to not being dressed at all," she
thought, "I have to admit, I've actually enjoyed myself the handful of
times I've done this kind of thing, at least once I get past the being
terrified part!  That said, I've never intentionally gone that far without
either a plan, a way out of the situation, or Dave nearby.  Sometimes all
of the above.  Why am I not just saying no way, forget it?" Just
acknowledging it to be a possibility, Kristen felt her stomach suddenly
fill with butterflies.

   After a pause to consider her reply she texted him, "I don't know,
sweetheart, I know you enjoy seeing me get naked in unlikely settings, and
I'll admit I've come to like doing it for you, but this situation seems a
bit scary.  I'm not flat out saying no, but unless you can give me one good
reason I should, I think this might be as far as I can go tonight.  Sorry."

   Dave recognized her nervousness as he read her text, finally responding,
"Oh, Sweetie, don't be sorry.  I never meant to pressure you, I thought you
were having fun.  As far as giving you a good reason to get naked, I have a
shortlist of candidates, you can tell me if any of them qualify as good. 
If not, it's already been an amazing night, thank you and go put on some
clothes!  His list followed:

   1) You aren't likely to have this sort of opportunity again, eventually
planes will be crowded again.

   2) It would be a great memory when we're old and feeble.

   3) You look PHENOMENAL naked!

   4) You kick ass in scary situations on a regular basis, and not just
this kind.

   5) You almost certainly could get away with it without being caught if
you don't get too ambitious.

   6) Okay, I'm selfish, I find it INCREDIBLY sexy when I see you nude out
in the world.

   7) I'm pretty sure it excites you too.

   Dave hoped she didn't feel like he was pushing her to do something she
didn't want to do; he waited nervously for her response.  What excited him
most about these adventures was the idea that despite her nervousness, she
really seemed to get aroused during them.  If it turned out that she wasn't
into this sort of thing after all, he knew deep down that he shouldn't urge
her to do them.  After what seemed like a long delay, she finally replied,
"You didn't follow directions; I asked for ONE good reason, and you gave me
at least 2, maybe 3, so I guess the show is over."

   Before Dave had a chance to show any disappointment, Kristen sent a
quick follow up, "KIDDING!  Still nervous, still not sure, but I'll check
out my surroundings.  Maybe!  No more texts for now, I need to focus if you
want there to even be a chance of me showing more skin tonight.

   Dave nodded and smiled as she looked at him, then lost sight of her as
the view on his screen spun around wildly for a minute before settling on a
look back towards the rear of the cabin.  All he could do was wait to see
what his beautiful, daring wife would do next.  Just knowing there was a
chance he might shortly be seeing her naked in this setting was getting him
hard again!

   After asking Dave to refrain from texting her while she scouted around
the area where, incredibly enough, she was considering taking off her last
piece of clothing, Kristen set up her tablet on the floor of the aisle a
few rows beyond her seat towards the front of the cabin.  The stand built
into the tablet's case allowed her to aim the camera to show the aisle all
the way back to the area outside the restrooms at either side of the end of
the aisle.

   She walked nervously towards the front of the cabin, checking to see if
any other passengers were still awake, and also to see where the two flight
attendants were.  She had gone forward 7 or 8 rows beyond hers before she
could see the flight attendants, seated in jump seats near the main door.
They were both belted in and slumped forward, clearly asleep!  As far as
she could tell, their position wouldn't have given them a view all the way
to the end of the cabin even if they had been awake.  She felt a full body
shiver knowing there was now nothing to stop her from putting on a once in
a lifetime strip show for her husband!

   Without having even made a single move to start to strip out of her
cardigan, Kristen's heart was beginning to race as she completed her
reconnaissance.  Even though she'd found no obstacles to her newly hatched
plan, just the anticipation of what she was about to do was enough to make
her pulse race as if she was in the middle of a spinning class!

   As she made it back to her row, Kristen knew every condition she had set
as a requirement had been met.  "Oh, God, am I really doing this?" she
wondered as she turned to face the rear of the cabin, this time not just
doing reconnaissance!  She took the first small step towards her goal,
unbuttoning one of her cardigan's five buttons!  Her legs felt like lead as
she started back toward the rear of the cabin.  "Slowly," she reminded
herself, forcing herself to walk at a pace slow enough to allow her to undo
one button for each row she passed, turning back to briefly face the camera
as she finished the separation of each button from its hole.

   Two rows and two buttons along on her path to being naked, Kristen froze
in place as she remembered that she hadn't checked the rows between hers
and the back of the cabin to confirm that all the passengers in those rows
were sleeping!  She peered out at the remaining eight rows, able to see
only the passengers in the next couple of rows from where she now stood. 
She hadn't gone beyond undoing a few buttons, so she could put her act on
pause and carefully check the last six rows worth of passengers, but knew
the odds were good that nobody in those rows was awake.  She decided to
carrry on and take her chances without knowing for sure that she alone was
awake.  Despite feeling fairly sure she would get away with the rest of her
striptease unseen, she felt her pulse throbbing in her head as she resumed
her march.

   At the sixth row from hers, having run out of buttons to undo, she slid
the cardigan off her left shoulder, letting it drop halfway down her upper
arm before walking on to the seventh row, where she uncovered her right
shoulder; having both shoulders bared let the upper edge of the cardigan
drop lower, past her elbows and partway down her forearms.  Kristen was
shaking as she felt the border between fabric and her exposed skin move
lower; she could tell the upper edge of the cardigan was already resting on
the upper slope of her ass, easily a couple of inches lower than the point
where her back ended and her ass began.  She was already showing much, much
more of her body than she would have been if she was wearing her most
daring bikini, but knew she would soon be far more exposed!  While she was
quivering as she felt her body being revealed, her fear was slowly being
replaced by excitement as she anticipated being utterly exposed in this
setting!

   As she reached the eighth row beyond hers, Kristen shuddered, feeling
like she was on the verge of passing some sort of point of no return, but
carried on with her show, feeling a warm glow as she imagined Dave glued to
the screen of his laptop.  She shook the cardigan completely off her right
hand, leaving it to dangle from the fingertips of her left hand.  She
hadn't turned back towards the camera since she began actually taking off
the cardigan, but was now completely nude, showing the camera her ass and
every other bit of her body from behind.  "I can't believe I'm doing this!
This is bat shit crazy!" she thought, "And Dave had damn well better be
recording this, or I'm never going to believe this wasn't a dream."

   At the ninth row beyond hers, Kristen pulled the cardigan up from the
floor and held it over the front of her body.  Partially fearing someone in
the twenty-odd rows between her and the front of the cabin might have woken
up and noticed her striptease since she last faced that way, but mostly
wanting to make Dave wait just a little bit longer before treating him to a
full-frontal display of her naked body.  She turned to face the camera, and
several dozen sleeping passengers, holding the cardigan loosely over her
breasts, belly and pussy.  Her breasts were still mostly concealed, but one
nipple popped into view when her somewhat careless positioning of the loose
garment allowed most of her right breast to become uncovered as she stepped
back to the last row of seats.

   Kristen felt a small jolt when she noticed her right breast was
uncovered, but didn't think it really made much difference since she had
reached the point where she was planning on uncovering them both anyway. 
Her plan was to slowly lower the bunched up cardigan, wait a minute or so,
then drop the fabric completely.  The more insistent jolt she felt as the
fabric fell away from her chest made her speed things up slightly.  Just
seconds after her breasts were uncovered, she took a couple of steps back
beyond the last row of seats, near the restrooms.  Once she was in the much
better-lit space between the two restrooms she let go of the cardigan
entirely.

   "Un fucking believable!" Kristen thought as she looked down at her
uncovered breasts and her discarded cardigan on the floor in front of her,
"How is it even possible that I'm naked, here of all places, surrounded by
all these people?  She knew that her potential audience all being asleep
was what had allowed her to dare to get naked in the first place, but now
she was starting to feel like she had missed out on an even more powerful
experience.  She wondered if she should be worried that she was actually
disappointed that nobody had seen and reacted to her striptease.  Still
astonished by what she'd just done but also beginning to feel proud to have
been so bold, she walked briskly back to her tablet, picked it up, and saw
Dave's face filling the screen, grinning from ear to ear.

   Standing naked in the aisle as if it was perfectly normal, she noticed
that she was something like twenty feet from where she'd dropped the only
piece of her clothing not packed away in her backpack or her tote bag; she
decided to leave the discarded cardigan right where she'd left it for the
time being, more or less daring someone, anyone, to wake up and find her
standing in the aisle wearing only her disposable surgical mask!  she held
the tablet in her left hand and tapped out a message, "Love you, hope
you've enjoyed the show so far." As she hit send she wasn't sure why she
added the "so far", she couldn't get any more naked than she already was!

   Dave wondered about it too, "So far?  Is there more?"

   "Don't know, is there something else you want to see?" she typed.

   "I'd like to see anything you'd like to show me, what've you got?" he
replied.

   "I wish I could show you how I feel right now, like I'm on fire and
shivering at the same time.  I can't begin to explain how my nipples feel,
they're begging for attention!"

   "So show me.  Give them some attention, or maybe a lot of attention!"

   There was a long pause, over two minutes, before Kristen replied, "Are
you sure you want me to do that right here?  If I get started I doubt I'd
be able to stop!"

   "Yes...  but only if you want to..." was his whole reply.

   "No fair!  He has to know how wound up I am by now," Kristen thought,
shocked she was even considering something so shameless.  She thought about
his last text, and finally admitted to herself that she wanted to take her
show to the next level, maybe even more for herself than for him!  She
dreaded being caught in the act by someone on board the plane and felt like
remaining naked such a long time was pushing her luck, but her fear was
mixed with something new, a growing curiosity about what it would feel like
to actually have some random stranger see her that way!

   She didn't think there was any way she could knowingly start to
masturbate with anyone except Dave watching her, but thought, "If one of my
fellow passengers were to wake up while I was already doing it, would I
stop or keep going?" She felt herself blushing just thinking about it. 
Knowing she was about to risk possibly having to make that choice was both
exciting and terrifying!

   Kristen set her tablet down in the aisle, pointing it back towards the
restrooms again, this time several rows closer to the back of the plane.

   Taking her position in a well-lit spot in front of the wall next to one
of the restroom doors, she leaned back and was startled to feel the
coolness of the painted aluminum partition against her naked skin.  The
reminder of how vulnerable she was brought on another small jolt as she
scanned the cabin ahead of her, looking one last time for any sign of
activity before allowing herself to risk getting lost in her pleasure;
seeing no immediate danger, she began sliding her fingers up away from the
outside of her thighs to the more sensitive areas now demanding her
attention.  As her fingertips began lightly tracing the outer lips of her
pussy, she felt the strongest jolt yet, which didn't fade away quickly as
its predecessors had, but slowly transformed into a steady low-level buzz,
gaining intensity as her other hand found its way to one of her nipples. 
Soon beyond caring if anyone besides Dave was watching her, she closed her
eyes as two fingers of her left hand, then three, found their way inside
her while her thumb gently massaged her clit.

   Dave wasn't surprised that his wife gave in to her need for
satisfaction, but he was shocked by her decision to do it while leaning
against the wall next to the passage to the restrooms, in full view of
anyone who might happen to look towards the rear of the coach cabin.  He
had assumed she would retreat to the relative seclusion of her seat, but
her choice of this more exposed location was just one more surprise in a
night full of them.

   He looked on in mute amazement as she set one hand to work on her pussy
while the other groped and squeezed her boobs and tugged at her nipples. 
He could tell she was getting close to coming when he saw her lower herself
into a crouching position, legs spread wide, still leaning back against the
wall.  Moments after she raised each breast in turn to lick and suck her
nipples, he saw her begin to rock back and forth, then let go of her
breasts to be able to brace herself against the wall with her right hand.
When he saw her head rock back he knew she was about to come; when her head
slumped down and her only visible movement was the rise and fall of her
chest caused by heavy breathing, he knew that he'd just seen her have an
orgasm!

   Kristen took so long to stand up Dave was beginning to worry, but she
finally got herself upright and looked around again, checking to see if any
of her fellow passengers had taken notice of the naked young woman
pleasuring herself behind them.  Since it looked as if she hadn't been seen
she blew Dave a kiss and ducked into one of the restrooms.  Looking in the
mirror, lit by the harsh restroom light, she saw her face and upper chest
were still flushed.  She knew her red face was more from her recent
exertion than embarrassment, and splashed some water on her face and chest
to cool down.  After patting herself dry she used a few tissues to clean up
her thighs and mound where they were slick with her juices.  Having cleaned
up about as well as possible under the circumstances, she decided it was
time to go retrieve her cardigan and tablet, say goodnight to Dave and get
at least some of her clothes out of her tote and back on her body.

   Dave saw what Kristen couldn't from her spot inside the restroom;
shortly after she'd entered the room the overhead cabin lights came on and
a couple of passengers in the camera's view began stirring!  He saw an
elderly woman get up and head back towards the restrooms, and said a silent
prayer that the woman got into the other restroom before Kristen left hers,
and also that a line didn't form waiting for Kristen to come out.  He
couldn't remember if Kristen had taken her cardigan with her into the
restroom and it was close enough to the shade of the carpet in the area she
had stripped out of it that he couldn't tell if it was still there.  If she
was still nude, her chances to avoid being seen that way by one or maybe
several people seemed to be disappearing fast!

   He continued watching, frustrated at not being able to help her or even
give her a warning; all he could do now was wait and see how events
unfolded.  He felt a little guilty about his part in encouraging her to
take the risks which had led to her current predicament, and also a bit
guilty that his very real concern and frustration didn't keep him from
thinking Kristen's situation was actually kind of exciting.

   Kristen's luck held, mostly.  She slid the restroom door open, expecting
to see the same dim cabin she had left a few minutes ago.  She felt her
heart skip a beat when she saw the fully lit cabin; it skipped at least a
couple more when she noticed several passengers stretching their arms high
overhead, clearly awake and working out the kinks their uncomfortable coach
seat sleep had given them!  She pulled the door closed again for a moment
before remembering that her cardigan was still right where she had
completed her striptease, a few feet away from the restroom door!  She
hadn't seen anyone waiting for her restroom and was fairly sure no one had
been walking down the aisle towards her, and thought, "I might still be
able to get out of this without being seen nude if I can get the cardigan
quickly enough."

   Kristen's hand was shaking as she held the knob on the door lock,
momentarily unable to slide it to the right and then slide the door open.
She knew she needed to leave her refuge to get her cardigan, but knowing
many of her fellow passengers were now awake made the lock feel like it
weighed a ton.  "You don't have time for this," she said to herself, "do it
now, before there's a damned line outside the door!" She didn't want to let
things get that far, at least most of her didn't, so she threw the lock's
bolt and flung the door wide open.  Peeking around the edge of the door,
she saw her cardigan just 3 or 4 feet beyond the doorway.  She held onto
the door and swung her left leg out, stretching her foot to try and drag
the garment back towards her without exposing any more than one naked leg
and hip.  She was able to get her foot on it but it seemed like the
friction between cardigan and carpet kept her from sliding it.

   Resigned to having to step completely out of the restroom, Kristen let
go of the door and took a shaky step out the door; she could see all the
way up the aisle and realized that anyone in the aisle would be able to see
all of her as well.  She crouched and reached down to pick the cardigan up,
but it still refused to budge.  She got down on her knees to try to figure
out what was holding it down and heard the sound of a restroom door being
moved, followed by a loud gasp.  She hadn't noticed anyone walk past her to
the restroom, but was terrified that someone might have just locked her out
of her last refuge.  She turned her head back to check the door and came
face to face with a slim white-haired woman who had just left the other
restroom!

   "I don't understand, where did you come from," Kristen asked.  She went
on, "I checked to see if anyone was awake before I," stopping herself
before she mentioned what she did after the before.

   "I came from that restroom over there," the woman laughed.  "I went in
just after the lights came on.  I saw this sweater on the floor as I went
in and thought it might have been yours."

   "What made you think it was mine?" Kristen asked, not at all sure she
wanted to know.

   "I actually woke up a few minutes before the lights came on.  You're one
adventurous young woman!" said the older woman, who had joined Kristen,
kneeling on the floor.

   "You, you...saw me?  And saw what I did?" Kristen mumbled, turning beet
red.

   "Some of it, but I think right now you need to concentrate on getting
this sweater unstuck before someone else needs to use the toilet!"

   "Yes, you're right.  Thanks."

   "Better yet, why don't you get back in your room and I'll try and figure
out what this thing is stuck on.  I'll pass it in to you when I get it
free." the stranger suggested.

   "Thank you so much," Kristen replied as she stood up and darted back
into the restroom.  She saw a man heading for the restrooms, no more than a
dozen feet away and looking straight at her as she stood up.  She would
rather not have been seen by him, but she shuddered to think how many
people might have seen her nudity if not for the older woman's help.  The
devilish side of her enjoyed the shocked look on the man's face, so being
seen wasn't all bad as far as she was concerned, and she was sure knowing
she'd been caught would add a little more excitement for Dave when they
compared notes on this adventure later on.

   Less than a minute after Kristen retreated to the restroom, she heard
her rescuer knocking on the door.  She opened the door and took possession
of the much-abused cardigan, thanking the older woman again, "I'm so
grateful, you really saved me; I was afraid you were going to yell at me or
have me arrested or something."

   "Truth is, my first husband and I sometimes got a little adventurous
from time to time when we were your age," the older woman replied, "so you
reminded me of some good times."

   "Thanks again," Kristen replied as she buttoned the last of her
cardigan's buttons.  She had been so focused on thanking her rescuer she
hadn't noticed a man standing behind the woman, waiting for his turn at a
restroom.  She wondered how much he had seen as she was standing in the
doorway getting dressed, but didn't think it mattered much at this point.

   Almost as soon as Kristen left the restroom the announcement ordering
everyone to be seated and buckled up was made; she took a few seconds to
find her tablet, which had been tipped over and had a footprint on the case
but still seemed to be working!  After reaching her seat she noticed the
two dozen or so texts Dave had sent her; she composed one long reply to be
sent after she landed.

   When the plane reached the gate and the seat belt light was turned off,
Kristen tried getting back to the restroom with her tote bag, desperate to
get at least some of her outfit on before making her way through O'Hare,
but it was like swimming upstream, none of her fellow passengers was
interested in letting her go towards the back of the plane.  By the time
she reached the back of the cabin a crew of cleaners had come in a back
door and were busy disinfecting the restrooms.  The three-man crew smiled
and seemed apologetic, but waved her off as they moved on to the seating,
working their way quickly towards the front of the cabin.

   Resigned to going at least part of the way through the terminal to her
ride home dressed in only the cardigan, she found her backpack and was
about to reach for it when she remembered what she was wearing, and what
she wasn't.  The problem was that the middle-aged man who'd been seated in
the same row as her on the opposite side of the aisle and had slept all
through her teasing of Dave was still seated, no longer wearing his sleep
mask.  If she reached on tiptoes for her backpack, the bottom of her
cardigan was almost certain to rise to a level sufficient to give the
gentleman in 18D a fabulous view of her pussy, right about at eye level and
only inches away!  Thinking she was deferring to his age and letting him go
first, he explained, "I'm waiting for a wheelchair, you can go ahead."

   "Okay, then," she thought, "it's not like he'd be the first stranger to
see it today.  Or even the second or third, for that matter.  She reached
as far back in the luggage bin as she could reach, figuring if she was
going to flash someone she might as well do a good job of it!  The
cardigan's hem rose as she expected, ending up nearly halfway to her navel;
she heard a gasp and smiled as she thought to herself, "I guess my work
here is done!"

   Kristen had overlooked the latest additions to her audience, but they
were definitely paying close attention to her; when her cardigan reached
its highest point she heard some excited chatter coming from a couple of
members of the cleaning crew, now only 4 rows away.  Her semester in Madrid
served her well now, especially the vocabulary not covered in any of her
Spanish classes that she'd learned from a local boyfriend or two.

   She immediately recognized "Mira ese culo!" as "Look at that ass!"

   She had to think for a moment before figuring out that "Me cogida que en
un instante!" translated roughly as "I'd fuck that in an instant!"

   Kristen didn't let on that she understood what the cleaners were saying
about her as she debated whether or not she should bother responding to
their crude comments.  She put her backpack on and tugged the cardigan back
into place as well as she could, then surprised the cleaners by
replying,"En tus sueÃ+/-os, chicos!  Mi culo esta tomado!" which she was
pretty sure translated as "In your dreams, guys!  My ass is taken!" Turning
to face the stunned workers, she pulled the sides of her cardigan's deep
neckline open more than wide enough to completely bare her breasts, telling
them, "¡Estas tambiÃ(C)n están tomadas!", to let them know, "These are
also taken!" She turned and headed for the jetway, blushing again but
enjoying the shocked looks they were wearing as she walked away.

   Before she stepped off the jetway into the terminal, Kristen heard her
phone ringing and saw the number of Dave's cell on the screen.  She was
happy to hear that he was waiting right outside the terminal, eager to get
her home.  With him double-parked in a loading zone, she didn't want to
take the time to get dressed more modestly in some nearby ladies' room. 
Besides not wanting to delay her reunion with Dave, the appreciative looks
she was receiving from the crowd, which was mostly made up of male business
travelers, had her thinking, "I really need to find an occasion to wear
this one-piece outfit again sometime!"