On the way back to my seat I had to climb over them again, but this time I did it with my back to them and as I straddled each of them I sat on their laps and ground my pussy onto the covered hard-ons for a couple of seconds. When I was back in my seat I looked at their trousers and saw the stains from my pussy juices. I smiled to myself. Getting off the plane was ‘interesting’ as well. I put my scarf round my neck and covered my tits until I was going down the steps, then a gust of wind from another aircraft’s engines caught my skirt and inverted it. My natural instincts made my hand go to pull it down but I only had one hand free and as I was straightening my skirt my scarf blew up and away. Even if I’d wanted to cover my tits again I had nothing to cover them with. As I stepped off the steps the wind blew again, but this time I resisted my natural instincts and just kept walking to the waiting bus with my skirt up around my waist. A few people on the bus were looking and when I got on, 2 men had big grins on their faces. I smiled at them as gravity took over from the wind. The guard checking passports either didn’t realise that my top was see-through or just didn’t care. But that couldn’t be said about the young men waiting for their luggage at the carousel and I git hit upon quite a few times, although not many of them saw my face. The coach driver never even looked at me as he loaded my case and a group of 3 girls came and sat near me. None of them commented on my top as they talked about the clubs that they were going to go to. I hadn’t got as far as thinking about clubs, possibly because it’s always been dark in the clubs that I’ve been to and I was there to be seen.