Flight Flatulence By Ivuro

WARNING: THIS DEVIATION LEFT TO ME BY Ivuro MAY CONTAIN AN ARTIST'S RENDITION OF THE ISSUE POSED THEREIN. IF YOU ARE ALLERGIC TO ARISTS, RENDITIONS, OR SUFFER FROM ANTIDAEOPHOBIA. IT IS SUGGESTED THAT YOU DO NOT READ THIS.
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It was late at night and James was restless. His plane was slowly making it's way to its destination while most of the other passengers sensibly slept. He knew that he should too, but sleep didn't come easy to him these days. His job lately had required him to constantly travel between cities. A diet consisting mainly of airline food and a sleeping pattern that hated his well being did not put him in a good mood. This flight hadn't been bad though, all things considered. The ride was smooth and there wasn't a crying baby to be found. He even had an empty seat to his right if he wanted to stretch his legs. He chose not to for now as the woman in the window seat was still awake. He hadn't taken much notice of her all flight, but she caught his attention now. She had one of the overhead lights on so she could read her book. The shadows obscured the cover so he couldn't tell what she was reading exactly. What he could see though, was her lips curling into smile. He thought that she must really have enjoyed whatever it was that she had just read, but then.....

Prbbbtt!

She leant right, lifting up her butt from the seat and released a fart. It was barely audible, even though, save for the sound of the engines, the plane was silent. James might not even have noticed if he hadn't been watching her at the time. Something that was certainly detectable was the smell. Airline food wasn't the most appealing thing at the best of times, but now it's presence took on a whole new level as a component of this women's gas. His pants suddenly felt tight. One of James' most deepest secrets was his attraction to female flatulence. Before today, he had only lived out this fantasy as part of videos or stories that he had read online. This was first time he could think of that a woman had so openly farted around him. He took another look at her. Now that he thought about it, she was actually pretty good looking. Her main focus had returned to the pages, but she absent mindedly brushed her shoulder length brown hair back with her left hand. James must have been breathing louder than usual because she suddenly turned to look back at him.

"Oh sorry, I didn't see that you were awake. I guess you heard that right? It's something to do with being of planes, maybe it's the altitude or the food, all I know is that is gives me really bad gas."

James' brain had turned to mush. He thought he was past this. Freezing up in front of a girl you liked was something that he would have done in his teens. And yet here he was, a 27 year old man struggling to form a sentence because he was confronted by an attractive woman unknowingly demonstrating his biggest kink.

As he was thinking of something to say, he heard a brief bassy rumbling sound. The woman's bottom was planted firmly against her seat now, making her next fart sound much deeper. He thought that he was her blush a little, but it was hard to tell in the darkness. He opened his mouth to say something.

"I uhh...." Come on. Speak! Open your mouth and form the words. It's not hard. "No, it's uh.. OK. It was actually kind of hot."

What the hell?

It was a strange sensation. It felt like his brain and his mouth had become two completely separate identities.

Of all the things to say. What's wrong with you?

"Wow, you could feel that from there?" She giggled. "I guess i'm just full of hot air!"

Ok, good. She misunderstood. Just keep your cool.

"Actually..." You could feel your mouth saying. "That's not what I meant."

Seriously? I mean really now? You had an escape route right there.

"Oh." She said. "You're um... Really?"

James sank lower in his chair. It felt as though his shame was building up in his mouth, so he swallowed loudly, trying to clear it.

She lifted her butt up again. This time, there was a few moments of build up before she squeezed the next fart out. He could tell that she was watching him intently. Some reaction must have shown on his face.

"You really do like it, don't you?" She asked.

James chose not to reply. He lifted himself back into his regular sitting position and forced himself to stare at the back of the seat in front of him. He thought that if he ignored her that she would drop the subject. It seemed to work. Almost 30 minutes went by without anything happening except for a few farts that he did his best to ignore. But then James noticed her put her book away. She stood up and shifted past the empty seat to him.

"Can I get past?"

James leaned back, allowing her room. He couldn't help but notice that she chose to face away from him as she edged past him. He tried to keep his mind on other things, but then she stopped. He sat there, not sure what to do as her backside stared back at him. He was about to say something when she broke the silence first.

FFRRRRTTTTTT!!!

She blasted her loudest fart yet with her ass level to his face. She didn't wait for his reaction, she just continued past into the aisle, on her way to the restroom. James turned to watch her. Through the dim light, he could swear that she was grinning at him.
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