Caminah Smuts

Mile High Club

The first half hour of their flight had been spent being awkwardly judged by the woman in the aisle seat beside them, apparently Camila leaning over to leave a brief kiss on Dinah's lips when the flight started not having pleased the obvious bible basher.

This of course had gotten on Dinah's last good nerve quite a while ago, and she'd taken to staring out the window with her headphones in instead, the heavy beats canceling out the elderly woman's tutting and head shakes.

She was so wrapped up in one of Rihanna's songs, that she didn't even fully register the fact that Camila had draped a blanket over both their laps. In fact it wasn't until her phone buzzed in her pocket that she registered it at all, having to slide her hand under it to produce the mobile.

She was confused to say the least when she saw it was a message from the brunette beside her, wondering why the hell she couldn't have just tapped her on the shoulder instead. Reading the message made that abundantly clear however...

Wanna join the mile high club with me?

Dinah was dumbfounded at first, looking to Camila only to see the girl staring straight ahead as if nothing were going on. She wasn't going to pass up an offer though, removing her headphones and stowing them in her bag before she responded.

I can meet you in the bathroom in five...

She watched as Camila produced her phone from under the blanket, and saw the girl smirk as she tapped out her reply, feeling her own mobile ring in her hand seconds later.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Dinah didn't have time to question what that text had meant, her answer catching her off guard seconds later as she felt Camila's hand graze the outside of her thigh from under the blanket.

"Shit." Dinah gasped, her eyes widening in shock at the sudden contact, definitely not having been prepared for whatever Camila was about to do to her.

"You okay, babe?" Camila questioned innocently as she ran her hand to the inside of Dinah's thigh and up to the seam of her jeans, smirking gleefully when her term of endearment directed at Dinah earned her another tut from the woman to her right.

"Fine." Dinah replied curtly, remaining still seeming like the most difficult thing she'd ever had to do as Camila began to rub her through her jeans, being careful at the same time to keep the blanket on their laps.

Camila was looking straight ahead of her, with a face so innocent it would seem laughable that her hand was currently ceasing it's hard rubbing motions, instead moving up and undoing Dinah's button and zip expertly.

When the brunette slid her hand in, still moving her fingers in swift circles over Dinah's boy short underwear, Dinah thanked the gods that she'd worn lose jeans on this flight.

She could feel a moan pushing at her lips to escape and instead opted to rest her head as casually as she could on Camila's shoulder, turning her head discreetly into her girlfriend's neck to muffle the soft sound that escaped.

Unfortunately for her this only spurred the brunette on as Camila expertly pushed her underwear to one side and ran her finger up and down the length of Dinah's wet folds before slipping it in slowly to the first knuckle, testing Dinah for her reaction.

Her reaction was a rather audible gasp she only just managed to cover with a coughing fit. She saw the smirk play across Camila's lips at this reaction, and knew this was only the beginning, being able to feel the other woman twist the finger that was still inside Dinah so she could get a better angle before she began to move it in and out, each time inserting it just a little further until it was in to the second knuckle, then and only then beginning to twist and bend the finger inside Dinah, knowing exactly where to find her G spot.

"Oh..." Dinah sighed, her eyes forced shut as she tried to focus all her energies on staying silent rather than the way her girlfriend was currently using her thumb to stroke at her swollen nub while her finger still twisted inside her.

Camila knew exactly what to do and how to do it though. She added a second finger and thrust in as hard as she could just as she saw Dinah bite her lip, at the same time pushing down with her thumb on the blonde haired girl's bundle of nerves, garnering the exact response she desired as Dinah's walls instantly began to clench around her two swift moving digits and low pant like screams began to fall from Dinah's lips which were still more or less being held shut by her teeth.

"Fuck." The cuss fell from Dinah's lips before she had time to stop it, not that she cared as the orgasm shot through her body in a wave like motion of release.

"You okay babe?" Camila questioned, feigning concern once Dinah's moaning noises had ceased.

"I uh... stubbed my toe." Dinah replied, suddenly aware that it was no longer just the conservative lady beside them that was staring. "On the seat in front." She added, nodding her head in that direction.

"I'll kiss it better when we land." Camila promised with a wink, waiting until those in the seats around them returned to what they'd been doing before producing her hand from beneath the blanket, her index and middle finger shining in cum which she promptly proceeded to lick off, her tongue wrapping around the slender digits and sucking them clean again.

"You fucking tease." Dinah whispered; her eyes transfixed on what was going on.

"Just working up an appetite for later." Camila informed her just as quietly, a seductive grin pulling at the edges of her lips.