I had to travel from Krakow to Chicago for work with my colleagues. It's a long trip. First, we took a 2-hour flight to Frankfurt, and then we had a 9-hour flight to Chicago. I don't like long flights, especially in economy class, and usually wear loose, comfy clothes. But since I was traveling with my colleagues, I decided to dress a bit nicer. I wore black high-waisted skinny jeans and a simple white button-down shirt tucked in, with a black blazer to look more formal.

The first flight was fine, but the second one was harder. I was stuck in the middle seat between a large lady and an old man who wasn't big but liked to spread out, so his arm kept ending up on my seat. Even though I'm small, I felt cramped.

As the flight wore on, I started feeling how the fabric of my jeans pressed against my skin. The initial sensation was a light tingle. At first, this feeling was barely noticeable. But this tingle slowly morphed into something else. When I tried to shift in my seat, the seam scraped against my labia or my clit giving me a prickle of pleasure.

Soon, I felt blood flowing into my pelvis. My clit and labia started to swell. Not immediately, it was a slow process, but after several hours, its results were undeniable. The walls of my vagina were betraying me by oozing with juices. Every brush of denim against my pussy or even inner thighs were sending a wave of warmth through my body.

It was embarrassing. What if anyone smells my arousal?

My vagina demanded attention. I squeezed my thighs together and started rubbing them against each other. Luckily, I was covered by a blanket, and my neighbours seemed to be asleep.

I began to shift my legs back and forth in steady rhythm. The raw texture of my jeans was now rubbing more directly against my clit through the fabric of my panties.

"Why haven't I masturbated with denim before?" I thought.

I was rubbing my thighs against each other for a while, but I also realised that as pleasant as the sensation was, it wouldn’t drive me to release. For that, I had to get my hand involved.

I was too scared to do it right there, in the middle seat. I gently woke up the old gentleman, and he let me out. I hurried to the toilet, but it was occupied. I waited for several minutes. Finally, the door opened, and the woman who had been inside came out.

I went in and locked the door.

The tiny toilet was barely large enough for one person. There was a mirror on the wall, and I saw myself reflected in it. My face was flushed. I unbuttoned my jeans, and the air of hit the wet patch on my panties.

I slipped my fingers inside my panties and touched the wetness. My fingers were immediately coated. I started rubbing my clit. My fingers worked quickly. I was desperate for a release. I rubbed my clit in small circles, occasionally flicking my fingers over the tip. It didn't take long before I was at the edge.

I kept going until my orgasm washed over me. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.

I pulled my jeans back on and went back to my seat and fell asleep.