Red-faced on the Red-eye Pt. 02 - Sunburn

Sara's embarrassing, naked vacation continues.

This story is the sequel to Red-Faced on the Red-Eye Part 1, and would best be enjoyed after reading that first. Both stories follow wannabe exhibitionist Sara on her Caribbean vacation, which she and her friend Rosie planned as a way to challenge themselves to explore their ENF and public nudity fantasies. In Part 1, Sara got an unplanned head start on her naked antics during her overnight red-eye flight from Ireland, courtesy of Anna, a very seductive and dominating flight attendant. Part 2 picks up where Part 1 left off, and follows Sara and Rosie on the start of their vacation – which also does not exactly go as planned...

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Sara sighed blissfully, basking in the warmth of the tropical sun beaming down on her naked body as she lay sprawled on the strangely lumpy sand and ran her fingers over her bare skin, reveling in her total exposure on the crowded beach. It was so crowded, in fact, that she somehow couldn't quite lay her head down flat, and something was even keeping her from stretching out her long, slender legs. But Sara tried to relax as she heard the chime of a steel drum – or a bell? – and listened to the reassuring tones of the captain telling everyone that they would soon be landing...

Captain? ...landing?

Sara suddenly sat up and realized that she still on the plane, very naked, and completely exposed, having sloughed her blanket off onto the floor in her sleep – and the topical sun warming her body was shining in from under her still-open window shade, highlighting her bare, pale skin in the darkened cabin just as brightly as did her reading light.

Then, all of a sudden, all the cabin lights turned on and dozens of waking passengers began opening their own window shades, flooding the cabin with morning light as the naked girl snatched up her blanket and scrambled to cover her petite, nude body.

Seats were rustling all around her as passengers stirred and began moving into the aisles to line up for the restrooms at each end of the section. The 21-year-old co-ed had to go as well – desperately, in fact – but she wasn't about to stand up and wait in line for ten minutes just wrapped in a blanket, so she crossed her legs tight and waited for the queue to thin out. As the passengers shuffled past her, Sara noticed that several of them were giving her some very odd looks, as if many more people than she had realized may have woken up to see her during her naked strolls, and then drifted off again assuming it was a dream – only now to have the sight of this skittish, red-faced girl hiding under a blanket make them suddenly question their doubts.

Between the passing passengers, Sara could also see the pill-addled auto-parts heiress across the aisle glaring at her with deep suspicion, no doubt trying to recall what she saw last night when she woke up to Sara's moans and watched her writhe and twist in orgasmic ecstasy under the bright spotlight of her reading lamp. The nude girl blushed a few shades redder as she tried to act as natural as she could curled up in an airplane seat naked under a blanket.

When the line to the bathroom finally dwindled, Sara jumped up in her blanket and hurried up the aisle to the door. It was still occupied, so all she could do was wait there, wrapped in a blanket, at the front of the coach cabin. Reluctantly, she looked back at the rows of seats behind her, facing all the passengers she had so recently crept past completely nude as they slept. Most of their faces had been burned into her memory as she had frantically scanned them last night to make sure they were asleep as she made her naked stroll down the aisle. But now they were all wide awake, and most were staring right at her, no doubt a bit curious about this blushing, barefoot girl standing in the aisle pulling a blanket around her shoulders. She started to wonder again how many of them may have actually seen her last night.

Then Sara spotted the bald man several rows back who she knew had woken up and gotten an eyeful of her last night before she'd been able to duck out of his view. He was staring at her with a lecherous grin and pointing her out to his seatmate, who responded first with a look of initial disbelief, but was soon leering at her as well and pointing her out to his buddies in the row in front of him.

Mortified, Sara turned away and moved further into the catering area – the place where Anna had first kissed her and teased her naked body to convince her to do such shameless and submissive things. Part of her hoped to see Anna in the back of the crew space, remembering how comforting the woman's presence was when she felt so frightened and embarrassed last night. But then another part of her felt a strange relief to see that the area was empty, recalling how Anna had so clearly delighted in Sara's nervous blushing and in pushing her into situations that threatened such total, naked humiliation. Then Sara started to genuinely worry about what the demanding, dominating flight attendant might do if she found her "naked toy" hiding in her territory, daring to cover her nudity with a blanket.

When the restroom finally became available, the increasingly nervous girl scampered inside and shut the door, unsure if she was hiding from the other passengers, or from Anna.

Once she was safe in the loo, Sara looked at herself in the mirror and barely recognized the girl who stared back. Removing her blanket, she saw the normally pale skin of her 5-foot-2, 109-lbs frame blazing red with the shame of being pointed out by the leering men. And yet, she also noticed her nipples pointing erect and beadlike from her b-cup breasts, betraying an arousal she could no longer deny. The loose curls of her shoulder-length brown hair were tousled and tangled, making her feel like some trashy slut kicked out after a one-night stand to take a well-deserved walk of shame home. She could still see on her face traces of Anna's pink lipstick from her first lesbian kiss, and still feel between her thighs the sticky residue of the repeated climaxes that were both the most extraordinary and humiliating of her life.

After relieving herself, Sara did her best to clean herself up and make herself slightly more presentable before she ventured back out into the cabin in an attempt to reclaim some small bit of dignity. But that small effort was immediately undercut when she stepped out only to be confronted by the bald man who had seen her last night, flanked by his thick-necked seatmate.

"Hey, we got a little wager going," he said with a laddish grin. "I'm betting that you're stark naked under that blanket, but my friend here says I'm stark-raving mad."

"So, which is it?" said his friend with a crooked toothed smile, standing back as if he actually expected her to throw open her blanket and give them a good look.

"You're both mad," said Sara, pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders and pushing past them, humiliated nearly to the point of tears.

"I told you, if she won't show us, that means she's gotta be naked. You owe me a quid." the bald man whispered to his friend, far too loudly, prompting dozens of passengers to look up at Sara wide-eyed as she made her way down to her row.

Once back to her seat and cowering under her blanket, Sara looked up to see the two lads heading to theirs further back.

"I knew I saw you running around starkers last night," he said with a wink as they passed – again far too loud.

Sara did her best to shrink into her seat and disappear, avoiding at all cost looking over at the auto-parts heiress, who was muttering about her from across the aisle.

Not long after that ordeal, the captain announced that everyone should prepare for landing. When she heard the phrase "fasten your seatbelts," Sara felt a hot blush rising as she recalled that moment eons ago when Anna had had first made her reveal her naked body to show her seatbelt before takeoff – the first of so many times the beautiful flight attendant had made her expose herself so completely.

Sara caught herself staring eagerly at the curtain in the front of the coach cabin, waiting to see if Anna would come to make her display her nude body again in a replay of that first electrifying, erotically charged moment between them. As if on cue, Anna emerged from behind the forward curtain flashing her gleaming supermodel smile and began making her way slowly down the aisle checking passengers' seatbelts.

As the tall, curvy flight attendant drew nearer, she casually glanced over and winked at the sexy young girl she had so thoroughly seduced, teased and toyed with just a few hours ago before leaving her naked and exhausted under a blanket. Sara felt an unexpected bolt of lightning between her legs when she met Anna's piercing green eyes for the first time since the night before when the stunning woman had stripped her so naked, physically and emotionally, made her do so many shamefully shameless things, and then rocked her with the most body-quaking climaxes of her life.

"I'm afraid I must ask you to remove your blanket so I can see that you're properly buckled in," said Anna with her knowing smirk when she finally reached Sara's row.

"Yes ma'am, of course," said Sara with a flirtatious tone, as she obediently began pulling her blanket aside.

But just then she noticed the drowsy heiress across the aisle from her craning her neck around Anna's hips to see what she was doing. Sara froze, prompting a raised eyebrow from Anna. A quick nod indicated her concern, but Anna just rolled her eyes and leaned in closer, tossing her wavy blonde hair to one side and slightly obscuring the other woman's view.

"Don't get shy on me now, sweetie," she said with that husky whisper that had compelled Sara to do such naked, brazen things for her all night long.

Still painfully aware of the heiress's gaze, but nonetheless transfixed by Anna's commanding eyes, Sara threw off her blanket and unveiled herself fully to her demanding seductress. She arched her back to thrust out her firm, apple breasts and even slid the buckle higher up over her taut stomach to reveal the light-brown muff between her legs, which she inched open in a wanton display that took even Anna by surprise.

"Very good," Anna said with a wink and lingering look before she turned around to the woman across the aisle.

"Did you see that girl?" hissed the heiress to Anna as Sara scrambled to cover herself again. "She's naked – I saw her last night too."

"You're seeing things again Mildred," said Anna dismissively with a wink over her shoulder at Sara. "You should stop taking so many pills."

Shortly after Anna finished her check, the plane came in for a landing and taxied to a stop. When the seatbelt light finally turned off, passengers began getting up and pulling their bags out of the overhead bins. Sara blushed acutely when she saw the passengers directly in front and behind her – knowing they had been most near and yet most oblivious when she was performing her most shameless act as Anna's naked toy last night: touching herself as she writhed naked under the spotlight of her seat's reading lamp.

As the aisle filled with passengers waiting to exit, Sara noticed more and more of them glancing at her and whispering among themselves. She heard Mildred the heiress muttering to people that she was naked under her blanket, and saw that bald man and his friends pointing her out to other men who all craned and leaned to try and get a better look at her over the seats as Sara sank lower, pulling her blanket up to her chin.

When the line finally began moving, it seemed like every passenger who shuffled past her did their best to get a look to confirm the whispered rumors she couldn't help but overhear – that she had been naked under her blanket for the entire flight... that she had traipsed up and down the plane all night completely nude... that she had brazenly played with herself in her seat, naked under a spotlight like she was begging to be seen... Whether the look on their faces was an eager leer or a judgmental scowl, Sara did her best not to glance up at any of them as they slowly moved past – she but couldn't help but blush deep red as she listened to their laddish snickers or disapproving grumbles, and felt their eyes burn into her.

Eventually, all the passengers had exited the coach section, leaving Sara alone in the cabin and still huddled naked under her blanket, not knowing what to do next. She had really expected Anna to have given back her sundress by now. After all, she had promised to make sure Sara had something to wear to get off the plane – if she was a good girl...

Hadn't... hadn't she been a good girl?

At last, Sara heard some movement in the back of the plane and she peered over her seatback, heaving a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Anna, making her way slowly up the aisle collecting the blankets from the empty seats. Sara wanted to rush up to her and immediately ask for the dress, but she understood by now that Anna just enjoyed making her stew, and knew it was best just to go along her games.

"Well hello, fancy meeting you here," said Anna when she finally made it to Sara's row. "Did you enjoy your flight?"

"Oh yes, tremendously," Sara said, returning Anna's posh tone.

"We do try and take our passengers to new heights."

"Yes. Well, you certainly did that. But, um... I was just wondering..." said Sara, biting her lip. "When do I get my dress back?"

"YOUR dress?!?" said Anna with apparently genuine offence. "That was a gift, remember?"

"Right, sorry! Um, may I 'borrow' your sundress, please... so I can get off the plane?"

"That's better," said Anna smugly. "Well, I'll tell you what – I'll trade it for your blanket," she said holding out her hand.

Sara rolled her eyes at Anna's constant games and casually handed over her last meager covering to the flight attendant, leaving herself once again completely naked, however briefly, in her seat. But then, much to Sara's surprise, Anna just continued up the aisle, adding blankets to the jumble in her arms.

"Anna!" hissed Sara, suddenly feeling so much more naked now than she had just moments ago when she handed over her blanket. "The dress?!?"

"Well I didn't bring it with me!" said Anna with feigned exasperation, and with no further explanation, she grabbed the last few blankets towards the front of the section and disappeared beyond the curtain.

Sara waited for what felt like an eternity for Anna to bring the dress, huddled naked in her seat, knees pulled up to her chest, praying that nobody else would come back there before her beautiful tormentor returned. Then the intercom speakers broke the silence with a crackle.

"Attention all remaining passengers..." It was Anna's voice, of course. "The cleaning crew will be boarding the aircraft in a few moments. All remaining passengers are urged to collect their belongings and immediately exit the aircraft. Thank you."

Sara was petrified. What was she supposed to do now? Where was the dress she was promised? Was Anna really just going to leave her there naked? Was she going to have to make a nude dash past the cleaning crew get to the exit? And what then?!? As she imagined a crew of strangers barging in as she sat there naked and helpless, Sara wished she had just kept her blanket instead. Not knowing what else to do, she pressed her call button.

After an excruciating minute, Anna's head popped around the curtain with bright and taunting smile.

"Yes? You called?"

"Where the hell is my— your dress?!?" Sara hissed, hiding behind the seat in front of her, now somehow embarrassed even to be seen by the woman who had toyed with her naked body for so many hours just the night before.

"Hmm..." said Anna putting a pensive finger to her chin. "I think I must have left it somewhere in Business Class, if memory serves. But you'd better hurry and go get it before the cleaning staff throws it in the garbage."

And with that, she was gone.

As Sara got up and apprehensively made her way naked up the aisle of the coach section towards Business Class, she could feel herself burning red from head to toe – but she was unsure at this point whether it was purely from embarrassment or also from anger at Anna for spinning out her exhibitionist games so long as the stakes grew ever higher.

The nude girl tip-toed through the catering area and peeked around the curtain into Business Class to confirm it was empty before nervously venturing onward. Creeping naked through the brightly lit section made Sara's heart pound, fearing that at any moment some stranger from the cleaning crew would throw open the curtain ahead of her. She peered into, between and even under the seats of each row she passed, knowing that it was not beyond Anna to hide the promised dress someplace Sara might miss. Feeling the heat of her intensifying blush, the nervous girl began to realize it was less from the anticipated embarrassment of getting caught, and much more from her sense of actual shame at having allowed herself to be manipulated into such a humiliating predicament.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, Sara saw the forward curtain open and she immediately dove out of the aisle into a roomy Business Class seat. She got down on the floor and cowered, knees up, ankles crossed, frantically wondering if it might even be possible to crawl underneath a seat to hide. Then as the helpless, naked girl held her breath and wished she could just disappear, she saw Beverly, the other flight attendant, emerge into view as she made her way down the aisle replacing SkyMall catalogues.

When the middle-aged flight attendant saw Sara huddled naked on the floor, she just shook her head with a matronly chuckle.

"I think you'll find what you're looking for in seat 9A," Beverly said casually. "Anna must really like you, you know – at least she's not making you run naked across the tarmac like she did with that poor girl last summer," she added, sending a bolt of fear through Sara's nude body.

The naked girl dashed up the aisle after Beverly passed and found her flipflops laying the seat and the pink dress tucked into the seat pocket. She quickly shuffled on her flipflops – momentarily noting that this was the most clothing she'd had on in the past 12 hours – and then she grabbed for her sundress.

When Sara picked it up, for a moment she wasn't even sure it was the same dress. The long, pink sundress that once came down nearly to her ankles had literally been cut in half. Sara couldn't imagine how this skimpy remnant was even supposed to come down far enough to cover her bum. But she began to get a clue when she examined the spaghetti straps that she had always tied in long, loose bows over each shoulder so that the front came up to just a few inches below her neck and the scooped back came down a bit below her shoulder blades. Now the straps were extended longer than she had ever seen before, and tied in tight knots with any remainder snipped off. With no other option, Sara stepped into the truncated dress and slipped the long straps over her shoulders. Then she blushed even more than when she was naked.

The front of the dress now hung so low that it barely came up high enough to cover her nipples, and the scooped back drooped all the way down to the cleft of her butt. Pulling it one way or another offered no modest solution – either her nipples were securely covered and she was showing off the crack of her ass, or she could hide the "coin slot" in back and her nipples would peek out in the front. Gathering up the straps to raise both sides to reasonably modest levels was also not an option, because the bottom of the dress already only came down far enough to just barely cover her butt cheeks – or at least she hoped it did...