I couldn't untie that fucking Windsor knot. I was able to loosen it enough to take the shirt off with the tie still on by wriggling my head through th... narrow loop. I slipped out of my trusty Fruit Of the Looms almost fast enough to gain a tie with Jessie in the sprint to my bed.My hands explored her body, but not gently. I was too drunk to massage her, caress her, feel her, work her up. Mostly I was interested in the state of her pussy. Wet, not wet? Ready, not ready? (It had better be fuckin'. I tried to edge away but again there was no room I just got pushed back by the crowd onto the mystery hand that had now found its way under the elastic of my white panties.I hand no idea who was doing this to me, was it a creep from school, was it a sexy bisexual woman heading home from work in a suit, was it a dirty old man after a sick jollie, all I know is the hand felt firm, the fingers now gently rubbing my clit were thick & strong. My intial shock started to turn to mixed emotions, no one. After the meal they announced that they’d be switching off the cabin lights to help people sleep.Like everyone else I got the blanket over me and tried to get some sleep.Both guys had eyed me up when I sat down earlier. I pretended not to notice, but secretly I liked it, my cunt also had it’s tell tale itch.Economy class is cramped and as I tried to sleep I felt the young guy’s leg press against mine.I wasn’t sure whether this was on purpose or accidental, I didn’t move at all.I then noticed. Seated at the small cluttered desk, the lithe officer rifled through the wad of paperwork unceremoniously dumped in her In-tray before picking out the thick stapled file; scanning it carefully with a practiced eye. Satisfied, she signed off on the weekly crew rostering; making a few short amendments in red before consigning the document to the metal tray on the far corner of the desk. She reached for the ceramic coffee mug; sipping its contents and finding them cold. Wrinkling her nose, she.