“Are you 8C?” she asked with a sparkling smile and glittering eyes.
I checked the boarding pass and the marking on the aisle.
“I think I am” I said with a chuckle…
It was one of the American eagle jets, a tiny plane with just three in a row. 8C was a window seat and I had to get past this cute Asian gal to reach there. It was a hot day, and she was even hotter! She was wearing a short skirt, perhaps the shortest I have ever seen, giving a lot of air on her enticing thighs... and further. Thank god! At least I got a treat for my eyes for the boring 2 hour flight. She was kind enough to step out of the aisle seat to let me in to the cramped seat. As I squeezed in, I accidentally brushed my front on her back. Was it purposeful? Did she angle back when I moved in? Anyway, the touch of her buns did wonders. The blood gush was instantaneous and involuntary! I could feel the highs and lows on her very well!
I settled down pretty quick and we were in air soon. She buried into some book and I stared out of the window into the skies to cool down. Once every one got comfortable after the served drinks and snacks, we started talking. She was tall and slim and had a great figure. The pink little skirt made her legs look like a vanilla ice cream stick with a strawberry topping. Hmm... so lick able, no wonder my mouth was watering! I could hardly look at her face while we talked.
Seems she sensed the desire in my eyes. She said it is a very hot day. I responded saying it would get hotter and hotter. As we talked, she ran her hands up and down on her thighs. I couldn’t do anything other than staring with my popped out eyes and wishing those hands were mine. My interest probably turned her on and she ran a hand into her skirt and winked at me. May be she noticed the bulge on me.
The third one on our row was empty. No body was noticing us and the only airhostess also had settled down somewhere. She closed her eyes as her hand got busier in the skirt. The tease was a terrible turn on for both of us. She took her hand out and started licking the fingers seductively. She then looked at me invitingly. I couldn’t stand it any longer and I snatched her hand and buried her thin long fingers into my lips. Her fingers were still warm and wet, perhaps her saliva... or! She got tingled when my lips tightened her soft fingers and my tongue brushed them. I sucked them deep and hard, as if I was sucking juice through a straw.
Her mouth opened wide in delight and she cupped her heart with the other hand. I put my hand on her thigh. She responded as if she got an electric shock, but the look in her eyes screamed for more. I grabbed her thigh in my palm and squeezed it gently. Her fingers are still in my mouth and I could feel them shivering. I moved my hand further; till it hit the upper end of the legs. She almost screamed when my hand touched the wet and warm volcano down there. May be I should say the boiling volcano, not just warm! She gasped and locked my hand between her thighs. I stroked the surroundings lightly with my fingers. She crossed her thighs and pressed my hand towards her. I slowly moved my fingers vertically and horizontally. She closed her eyes tightly and bit on her lip.
I checked the boarding pass and the marking on the aisle.
“I think I am” I said with a chuckle…
It was one of the American eagle jets, a tiny plane with just three in a row. 8C was a window seat and I had to get past this cute Asian gal to reach there. It was a hot day, and she was even hotter! She was wearing a short skirt, perhaps the shortest I have ever seen, giving a lot of air on her enticing thighs... and further. Thank god! At least I got a treat for my eyes for the boring 2 hour flight. She was kind enough to step out of the aisle seat to let me in to the cramped seat. As I squeezed in, I accidentally brushed my front on her back. Was it purposeful? Did she angle back when I moved in? Anyway, the touch of her buns did wonders. The blood gush was instantaneous and involuntary! I could feel the highs and lows on her very well!
I settled down pretty quick and we were in air soon. She buried into some book and I stared out of the window into the skies to cool down. Once every one got comfortable after the served drinks and snacks, we started talking. She was tall and slim and had a great figure. The pink little skirt made her legs look like a vanilla ice cream stick with a strawberry topping. Hmm... so lick able, no wonder my mouth was watering! I could hardly look at her face while we talked.
Seems she sensed the desire in my eyes. She said it is a very hot day. I responded saying it would get hotter and hotter. As we talked, she ran her hands up and down on her thighs. I couldn’t do anything other than staring with my popped out eyes and wishing those hands were mine. My interest probably turned her on and she ran a hand into her skirt and winked at me. May be she noticed the bulge on me.
The third one on our row was empty. No body was noticing us and the only airhostess also had settled down somewhere. She closed her eyes as her hand got busier in the skirt. The tease was a terrible turn on for both of us. She took her hand out and started licking the fingers seductively. She then looked at me invitingly. I couldn’t stand it any longer and I snatched her hand and buried her thin long fingers into my lips. Her fingers were still warm and wet, perhaps her saliva... or! She got tingled when my lips tightened her soft fingers and my tongue brushed them. I sucked them deep and hard, as if I was sucking juice through a straw.
Her mouth opened wide in delight and she cupped her heart with the other hand. I put my hand on her thigh. She responded as if she got an electric shock, but the look in her eyes screamed for more. I grabbed her thigh in my palm and squeezed it gently. Her fingers are still in my mouth and I could feel them shivering. I moved my hand further; till it hit the upper end of the legs. She almost screamed when my hand touched the wet and warm volcano down there. May be I should say the boiling volcano, not just warm! She gasped and locked my hand between her thighs. I stroked the surroundings lightly with my fingers. She crossed her thighs and pressed my hand towards her. I slowly moved my fingers vertically and horizontally. She closed her eyes tightly and bit on her lip.
She unwound her legs and gave room to my thin long magical fingers. She started pushing and rotating her hips rhythmically to their moves. She hurriedly pulled away her fingers from my mouth and started squeezing her bosom frantically. It was getting harder to keep everything slow and low and to escape getting caught wet-handed… lol! I knew that she was getting nearer to explode from the super nova. The only thing between my fingers and her was the soft and wet silky under cloth! As it got further soaked and plunged into her, she exploded on my finger tips, biting on my shoulder, pulling the t-shirt down! Few shivers, quick breathes… and she collapsed on my shoulder.
That really was a flight to heaven!
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hmmm.. i wish i was there in the flight next to you ;)
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