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The Trans-Atlantic Disaster, Part 6

https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/bkn16w/the_transatlantic_disaster_part_6/

Continued from Part 5, it's been a while so maybe check the rest of the story out again so you can know what's going on.

"No, it's okay, I-" he stammered, squirming in his seat.

"No, please!" she insisted. "I'll free you, I'll help you!"

Thomas watched her hands land on his seat belt buckle, her fingers traveling over it. Her hands were so, so dangerously close to his boner. Despite this, it throbbed at full force, because Andrea's magnificent beauty of an ass was still pointed at his head, Sasha was still mooning him, every breath brought in another wave of the combined farts of all of the girls surrounding him, and there was rarely a moment when he didn't hear the continuous sound of Jessi and the goth girl violently exploding into their toilets.

Chelsea's fingers pulled on the lever, and her other hand grabbed the other part of the belt as she tried to pull it apart.

Her knuckles brushed against his raging erection.

Thomas twitched with pleasure, but Chelsea didn't notice. She just kept tugging at his seat belt, her fingers tortuously brushing against his erection again and again. Her cleavage wobbled in his face with each tug, and soon she was grunting with frustration, her eyes cast downwards and her luscious lips parted. His cock throbbed agonizingly as he saw her perfect teeth bite her plump bottom lip.

Her breasts continued wobbling in his face as she started giving his seat belt some hearty tugs.

"Don't worry sir," she said, slightly out of breath. "I'll get you out... just..."

She continued tugging. Her fingers were now making more solid contact with his bulge, brushing back and forth as they tightly gripped his seat belt. As she tugged and tugged, her blue eyes briefly went up and met his. His heart thudded in his chest. Her face was so close to his. It only got closer and closer as she looked down at him, her cleavage wobbling enticingly as she desperately pulled at his broken seat belt.

He was on the verge of climax. This incredible woman was so close to him, those perfect lips parted as she took quick breaths, those eyes glancing up at him every now and then, and her fingers gently touching his aching shaft. He was convinced there was no way any of this could be real.

Suddenly, she stopped tugging. The wobble of her breasts ceased. The look of pleading desperation in her eyes vanished, replaced by an expression of mild curiosity and confusion. She froze completely. As Thomas sat in his seat, hoping that she hadn't noticed what he thought she'd noticed, his fears were immediately confirmed true.

Her fingers unraveled from her seat belt, and instead, her entire hand pressed down on his throbbing bulge.

"What's this?" she asked casually, almost to herself.

Thomas didn't know what to do. He just sat there, his body frozen with shock, as Chelsea slowly rubbed her hand back and forth, her perfect eyebrows moving closer together as her fingers explored his bulge. He knew he should say something, at least try to get her to stop moving her hand on his cock, but he just couldn't bring himself to do that.

It just felt so good.

Eventually, the expression of confusion and curiosity on Chelsea's face vanished. Her hand stopped moving, it just rested on the shape of his cock. There was a blank expression on her face, completely devoid of emotion. Slowly, painfully slowly, her blue eyes traveled upwards until they connected with his.

"Sir," she asked, her voice soft and flat, "what is this?"

Thomas felt panic growing in his chest. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to react. His head was frozen, and his heart moved a million miles an hour. He couldn't look away from her eyes. Those fucking eyes...