lustforlife74
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Flight to London
So there I am on a flight to London. I’m sitting on one of the last transatlantic flights to allow smoking. I downed a couple of Gin and Tonics and had a smoke, when I noticed a woman about my age mid twenties, sitting alone on the other side of the cabin. I keep trying to make eye contact with her, but she seems enamored with the book she is reading. I noticed it was Anis Nin’s Diaries. I noticed her hand sliding unconsciously back and fourth across her upper thigh.
She was a brunette with cropped hair and dark ruby lipstick. I asked the stewardess to send her a drink and tell her I was a fan of Anis Nin.
The stewardess returned with the drink and pointed over to me. My little vixen gave me a wry little smile and her dark brown eyes hinted at a deeper attraction.
I walk across the cabin and say to her, “I love Anis Nin she has such a insight into her own sexuality. Do you know she had quite the affair with Henry Miller?”
She looks up at me and smiles, “Why, yes she does, it is poetic and erotic at the same time. Would you like a seat? I often get lonely on these flights.”
I graciously accepted.
At this point I could smell her arousal.
“What part are you reading?”, I ask.
She replies in a deep throaty almost embarrassed voice, “She is writing about her affair with another woman.”
The stewardess comes back at this point and my little vixen replies, “Not just yet, but maybe later.”
I just look over and smile.
I see her twirling her hair and giving me a not so innocent look. She whispers “Have you ever made love on a plane?”
At this point I say “No, but let’s give it a shot. Let’s just tease each other until the cabin lights go down.”
At this point, she puts her hand on my thigh and kisses me softly on the cheek. I touch her hand and move it slowly up my thigh as I reached over and slid my other under the fold of her breast. She breaths a little heavier and her hand moves to the bulge in my jeans rubbing it caressing it. Our eyes meet each other and lips touch exploring. Our tongues start to dance circles around each other, each nerve and taste bud tingle.
She starts breathing heavily as I run my hand down the front of her dress, exploring her navel and tracing my way down to her mons venus. Just making and outline around her lower lips lightly. She grabs my thigh and sinks her nails into it, blowing in my ear and whispering, “I want you, now.”
“Not yet, my vixen, patience.”
Flight to London
So there I am on a flight to London. I’m sitting on one of the last transatlantic flights to allow smoking. I downed a couple of Gin and Tonics and had a smoke, when I noticed a woman about my age mid twenties, sitting alone on the other side of the cabin. I keep trying to make eye contact with her, but she seems enamored with the book she is reading. I noticed it was Anis Nin’s Diaries. I noticed her hand sliding unconsciously back and fourth across her upper thigh.
She was a brunette with cropped hair and dark ruby lipstick. I asked the stewardess to send her a drink and tell her I was a fan of Anis Nin.
The stewardess returned with the drink and pointed over to me. My little vixen gave me a wry little smile and her dark brown eyes hinted at a deeper attraction.
I walk across the cabin and say to her, “I love Anis Nin she has such a insight into her own sexuality. Do you know she had quite the affair with Henry Miller?”
She looks up at me and smiles, “Why, yes she does, it is poetic and erotic at the same time. Would you like a seat? I often get lonely on these flights.”
I graciously accepted.
At this point I could smell her arousal.
“What part are you reading?”, I ask.
She replies in a deep throaty almost embarrassed voice, “She is writing about her affair with another woman.”
The stewardess comes back at this point and my little vixen replies, “Not just yet, but maybe later.”
I just look over and smile.
I see her twirling her hair and giving me a not so innocent look. She whispers “Have you ever made love on a plane?”
At this point I say “No, but let’s give it a shot. Let’s just tease each other until the cabin lights go down.”
At this point, she puts her hand on my thigh and kisses me softly on the cheek. I touch her hand and move it slowly up my thigh as I reached over and slid my other under the fold of her breast. She breaths a little heavier and her hand moves to the bulge in my jeans rubbing it caressing it. Our eyes meet each other and lips touch exploring. Our tongues start to dance circles around each other, each nerve and taste bud tingle.
She starts breathing heavily as I run my hand down the front of her dress, exploring her navel and tracing my way down to her mons venus. Just making and outline around her lower lips lightly. She grabs my thigh and sinks her nails into it, blowing in my ear and whispering, “I want you, now.”
“Not yet, my vixen, patience.”
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