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Chapter 1008: Teacher’s Forbidden Itch
Haruna had closed the door behind her and was now standing outside in the aisle, pretending nothing was happening, though I could feel her amusement through our bond.
Inside the small bathroom, Hazel stood in front of the mirror, still clutching her lower belly. She whispered to herself, "Come on... hurry up..."
I remained completely invisible, standing right behind her, close enough to smell her light floral perfume mixed with the faint scent of her arousal from holding it in for so long. The confined space made everything feel even more intimate and risky.
Hazel turned slightly, still unaware of my presence, and began to unbutton her blouse slightly to cool down, revealing the top of her modest but perky breasts and a simple white bra.
The tension in the tiny bathroom was electric and dangerously intimate. Hazel Wade had no idea that an invisible man was standing right behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her slim body, while the plane continued its smooth flight high above the ocean.
Hazel let out another soft, desperate sigh. She quickly unbuttoned and slid her navy-blue pencil skirt down her long, toned legs, letting it pool around her ankles.
Underneath, she wore simple, normal white cotton panties — modest and practical, the kind a married English teacher with a son in high school would choose for a long flight. The fabric was already slightly damp from her urgent need.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and lowered the panties to her ankles in one smooth motion. Her tight, mature pussy was finally exposed.
It was a beautiful, forbidden sight. Her pussy was slim and delicate like the rest of her body, but the outer lips were puffy and slightly swollen from holding her bladder for so long.
A soft, dark, natural bush of pubic hair framed her mound — not fully shaved for a long time, creating a soft, unruly patch that made her look even more real and mature.
The hair was slightly damp with her arousal and the urgency of her piss. Her inner lips were a pretty, glistening pink, already parting slightly to reveal the tight entrance of her hole.
Right at the top, her clit was visibly swollen — a hard, throbbing little pearl peeking out from under the soft hood of hair, begging for attention.
I activated my Hand of Arousal ability, letting a faint, invisible wave of erotic energy hover just above her skin.
Hazel finally relaxed and let go. A clear, steady stream of warm piss hit the toilet bowl with a soft hiss. She closed her eyes in relief, her slim shoulders relaxing as the pressure finally eased.
At that exact moment, I lightly brushed a single invisible finger across her swollen clit — just a feather-light, electric touch — and pulled back instantly.
Hazel’s eyes snapped open. A sharp, involuntary moan escaped her lips. "Aah...! What’s happening...?"
She looked down between her legs, her short boy-cut hair falling slightly over her flushed forehead as she searched for the source of the sudden spark. There was nothing there. Her cheeks burned deep red.
"Hazel... what are you thinking about?" she warned herself in a hushed, embarrassed whisper. "Get a grip... you’re a married woman with a son in high school. This is ridiculous..."
She finished peeing, shaking off the last drops, but as she reached for the toilet paper, I gently hovered my invisible fingers around the sensitive area of her pussy — never quite touching, but close enough for the aroused energy to make her skin tingle and burn with maddening need.
Hazel froze. A soft, confused moan slipped out. "Hmph... ah..."
Her tight, hairy pussy began to get wet on its own. Clear, slick arousal started to drip from her slit, mixing with the remnants of her piss. Her swollen clit throbbed visibly, growing even harder and peeking further out from the soft dark hair.
The outer lips puffed up, glistening with fresh wetness that slowly trickled down her inner thighs, staining the top of her sheer black stockings.
She wasn’t being touched, yet it felt like invisible fingers were circling her clit, tracing her puffy lips, and teasing the entrance of her hole — creating an unbearable itching, aching hunger deep inside her core.
Hazel bit her lower lip hard, her slim thighs trembling. "OMG... what is happening...? I’ve gone crazy... In a plane’s toilet... I’m feeling this... Why is my pussy getting so wet...? It’s itching so badly... like something is teasing my clit... but there’s nothing there..."
Her breathing grew heavier. More slick juices began to drip steadily from her hairy pussy, running in shiny trails down her thighs. Her swollen clit was now fully erect, pulsing visibly under the soft bush of hair.
"I shouldn’t be this horny... I’m a teacher... a mother... My husband hasn’t touched me properly in months... Why does my hairy cunt feel so empty and needy right now...?" she whispered to herself, voice shaking with embarrassment and growing arousal.
I continued hovering my fingers just millimeters away from her dripping pussy, letting the Hand of Arousal ability send wave after wave of teasing energy into her most sensitive spots without ever making direct contact.
Her tight, hairy pussy lips swelled further, her clit throbbed desperately, and thick, creamy juices continued to drip down, making wet sounds as they hit the toilet seat.
Hazel gripped the sink with both hands, her short boy-cut hair messy now, strands sticking to her flushed forehead.
"Ah... hmph... it’s getting worse... My pussy is dripping so much... I can feel it running down my legs... This is so embarrassing... My clit is so swollen... it’s aching... I want to touch it so badly... but I can’t... not here..."
Her slim, elegant body trembled — narrow waist, perky breasts rising and falling rapidly under the beige blouse, long stockinged legs slightly parted. The contrast between her proper, married appearance and the filthy, dripping state of her hairy pussy was incredibly erotic.
She whispered again, voice broken and desperate, "Stop it, Hazel... You’re a married woman... This is not normal... Why does my hairy pussy feel so hungry...? It’s clenching on its own... I’m leaking like a slut... What is wrong with me...?"
I hovered my fingers even closer, letting the energy pulse directly against her swollen clit without touching it. Hazel’s knees buckled slightly as a fresh gush of creamy arousal dripped from her tight hole.
"Aaah... hmph... " It’s throbbing... my clit is throbbing so hard..." she moaned softly, biting her lip to stifle the sound. "I’m so wet... my hairy pussy is making such a mess... I can’t believe this is happening in an airplane bathroom..."