Holidays with the andersons

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vacations with the andersons (1 player needed)

you're on the plane to mexico, sitting next to your best friend's dad. we invited to join us on our holidays. jeff, debbie's boyfriend is coming along too. my wife thinks it was a bit too generous of me, but I like doing everything to make my only daughter happy...besides, by the way you've noticed me looking at you sometimes, I seem to be pretty happy about the prospect of seeing you in a bikini, too....


OOC: looking for a girl that enjoys teasing and being what some might call slutty. the rest is pretty much up to you. pm me so we can get started.

Mr. Anderson: 42. 6' 1, short dark hair, piercing blue eyes. Works as a lawyer. despises golf, but enjoys tennis a lot, so he's in good shape.

Jeff: 21, college football player. not too bright, but a really sweet guy.
 
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"Nervous about flying?" Mr. Anderson smiled warmly, gently patting your hand in what he meant to be a reassuring manner.

Tina, his wife leaned over, saying "We're so glad you're parents agreed to let you come with us. It'll be great, you'll see."
 
Jill nodded, "I havent flown at lot and it always makes me nervous. That really was my parents only abjecction, THey were afraid my flewing skills, or lack of would upset you."

She grasps Mr. Anderson's hand as he is patting hers. THen slowly takes 4 deep breaths, having no concern for the fact that each of these is pushing her chest out, making her c cup and her slim waist stand out even more.

Her blue eyes are closed and and her long red hair in tied back from her face.
 
Mr. Anderson can't help but notice how her chest heaves as she breathes. However, he quickly gets a grip on himself and averts his gaze, trying to push away thoughts about Jill in a bikini, running along the beach....

He gives her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Don't worry, you'll be ok, and it's a very big plane, which makes for a very stable flight...."

After a short while, the plane starts accelerating, rumbling a bit. Smiling, Mr. Anderson watches Jill's face, hoping he's being helpful, her small hand still in his when the plane finally takes off, causing that funny sensation in everyone's stomach....
 
Jill feels the shake of the plane begin to move. She hates the feeling in the pit of her stomach as it takes off.

She remains outwardly ok, she is unhappy about flying but, she knows it is safe and Mr. Andersons words were helpful.

In a few minutes the worst is over and she smiles a little at Mr. anderson and squeezes his hand just a bit. "thank you" , she still done not let go of his hand she finds it comforting, pleasant even.
 
"It was my pleasure..." Mr. Anderson smiles as he reluctantly let's go of her hand...just a little longer...

Soon they serve a small meal as the plane flies into the night....It isn't long before they dim the lights and start handing out blankets, knowing that sleeping will make the flight seem shorter for the passengers.

Tina tiredly puts her head on David Anderson's shoulder, falling asleep instantly, causing him to chuckle.

"She never ceases to amaze me.... she could sleep through anything!"

He tries to focus on the movie that they're showing, but it's not really a good one....
 
When they dim the lights and hand out blankets Jill leans her seat back and overs up with balnket trying to ralax but it does not work.

She is not nearly relaxed enough to sleep.

The reaches out under the balnket and sqeezes Mr Andersons hand again. Breathing slowly and deeply trying to relax.

She speaks softly so as not to disturb those that can still. "I am sorry im still rather tense." Hoping that honding his hand will help her relax.
 
Smiling, he squeezes her hand lighlty, fingers interlacing with hers...For some reason, it feels a bit naughty, holding her hand under the blanket, despite it's innocent nature.

"Just imagine you're lying in the shade of a palm tree and the sound of the engines is the gentle waves of the caribbean washing onto the white shore as you doze in the sun, it's warm rays caressing your skin..." I say softly, my voice deeper than usual as a result. Grinning at the slightly ridiculous comparison of the engine noise, then realising I shouldn't be talking about caressing skin and stuff like that....it gets my mind on the bad track...
 
While jill does not actually sleep right away she uses Mr Andersons words to relax a bit more. Her mind paint the picture clear as a bell.

AS she feels and heears things from that picture, with thinking about it and with her eyes closed. Her breathing had became soft, she sees a faceless guy enter her space. his hand softly touches her thigh. Then slide slowly up to her ribs, then over to her stomach. She did not realize that she actually did this with her own hand, stil holding gently on to Mr. Andersons fingers.

Then she turns her head and sighs slipping off to sleep.
 
Mr. Anderson swallows hard, his eyes wide as he incredulously feels the sleeping hot young girl caress herself with his hand under the blanket. His mind is racing, he should draw away his hand, that'd be the proper thing to do! The skin on her thigh feels so incredibly smooth though...her body so soft and warm to his touch.

The fact that his wife's head is leaning on his shoulder as this crazy thing happens isn't enough to prevent him from growing a sizeable erection in his pants. He shifts uncomfortably. Is she maybe awake and teasing him? She looks so sweet, though, and surely she wouldn't dare...??

His hand resting on her stomach, he considers drawing it away, even though it feels so nice. But no, he wouldn't want to wake the girl, would he? After all, she's nervous about flying and all, and maybe she wouldn't be able to get any sleep after waking up again....

Taking a deep breath, he leans his head back, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to think of something else. But it's hard with his warm hand resting on her stomach. Oops, lost in his thoughts he was lightly rubbing it a tiny bit, he realises....
 
Jill's dream is very warm and sensual as she is dreaming herhand had moved slowly up her stomach to just below her breast's.

Jill sigh's in her sleep as she almost feels the soft touch of a hand on the uderside of her bare breast because she almost never wears a bra.
 
It seems to Mr. Anderson, as if he were in an oven. But he doesn't dare pull down his blanket, lest a passing flight attendant notice his predicament. The soft flesh at his fingertips is driving him crazy, right now he feels like he won't get any sleep for the whole next week...

"Just once, just one little feel..." he lies to himself, looking around if anybody is watching. But everyone seems asleep in this seat row, and the flight attendants are nowhere in sight....

Closing his eyes, he lets his warm hand inch up Jill's shirt almost imperceptibly slowly...reaching the underside of her perky young breasts...ohmygodohmygodwhatamIdoing?...his hand moving up a little to softly cup it....feels so good, fit's perfectly!

Swallowing, he licks his lips, watching Jill's face. She seems to still be asleep...his fingertips move over her breast slowly, brushing over her nipple. His heart racing, and he know's where it's pumping all the blood...
 
Jill snuggles up to her shoulder, her breathing soft and relaxed. Her nouth is slightly open and she smiling slightly, obviously a sleep.

She is dreaming about an unknown man touching her breast very softly and gently.

She does not realize that she speaks softly, she is dreaming," Oh that feels so nice, your gonna make my nipple hard and other things if you dont stop."

Then her voice took on a breathless quality, "I dont want you to stop, whoever you are."
 
Her soft dreamy voice makes other things very hard indeed. This is so crazy, he thinks to himself...Yet still he shifts a bit, so his body is leaning towards her. very slowly he rubs her nipples, loving how her body responds to his warm touch...

Knowing this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to feel her young body, he gathers all his courage and lets his hand wander down, over her stomach....caressing down her thigh over her skirt till he feels the smooth skin of her thigh....closely watching her face, he reverts the direction of his hand, caressing upwards...higher and higher, till his large hand slides under her skirt.

He pauses, trying to breathe slowly and silently as he lets his fingertips trace little circles on the inside of her thigh...so close to her pussy. closing his eyes, praying nobody will wake up, he lets his fingertip brush over her mound...down, gliding ever so lightly over her pussy lips through the thin fabric of her panties. It feels so delisciously warm down there...
 
Jill sighs softly bothin her dream and in reality. She drams of aa very soft, hand is caressing her breast for a while and then it moves southward. this hand then startsworking its way up her inner thigh till it is strokeing her through her bakini.

She dreams of letting out a soft moan, unaware that it had actaully slipped out.
 
Mr. Anderson's hardness throbs in his pants as he hears that soft deliscious sound of her pleasure....he wants to hear it again!

"Just a little longer, I wanna hear her moan like that again..." he thinks as he cups her little pussy lightly. His fingers run along the waistband of her bikini bottoms...then they dip past it...moving down tracing over her mound until they finally reach her treasure. exploring her slit, his fingers glide over her pussy lips, rubbing softly...feeling them part and loving the dampness on the insides of her lips as they do..

He realises he's been holding his breath as his fingertip roams to her entrance, circling around it....
 
Jill is dreaming of things continuing. while she trying to she his face tha sun is in her eyes.

After a few more minutes sighed in delight.
 
watching her face, he lets his finger dip inside her a tiny bit, very slowly fingering her little slit...feeling it grow wetter, his fingertip glides upwards to softly rub over her clit, circling on the little nub...

as she sighs in delight, her face a mask of pleasure, he really wishes he could have more inside her than just his fingertip....but he mustn't!
 
Her dream continues. She wishes he would actually enter her. She can feel him playing with her clit

Her desires were high and she let out a very soft moan and "please" just barely a whisper.
 
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