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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Hi there all of u.
I had promised to write of real experience last year
when flying from London to New York. Here is the story
and it is true and factual. I would love to have comments
from female and male readers alike.
You can contact me at: inurarms4ever@yahoo.com.
As an NRI and a part of my business I travel between
three continents, India, UK and USA. Last summer I was
flying from Heathrow to New York. It was a late
evening flight and as usual I was tired from a full
day of running around and was planning on trying to
snooze on the plane. When checking in I asked the
clerk for a window seat so I could rest my head
against the side of the plane with a pillow and not be
disturbed. But true to my luck the seat I got was an
aisle! So all the through the flight people would be
walking up and down disturbing me!
Eventually, we all boarded and I found my seat. The
window seat was empty so I began praying that the
person would not show up, or maybe the passenger would
agree to change seats! I began to read the in-flight
magazine and made myself comfortable, looked around at
the other passengers and saw that they were just your
normal group, some families, business people, singles,
grand mothers and yes, the fucking little kid behind
me who kept kicking my seat! He was with his mother
who didn’t care a damn!
After a while as I found an interesting article I lost
myself until a felt a little tap on my shoulder. I
looked up to see the smiling face of an American girl
not more that 20 years old. Blond hair, cute face,
nice body covered in a flower patterned dress skirt
that fell down to her knees, sandals without socks, no
make up! Yes I asked. I’m in the window seat she said!
I immediately stood up and moved into the aisle so she
could pass thru. As she lifted her hand luggage into
the over head bin her breasts lifted up and I saw that
whilst they were an average size, the shape was nice.
So she sat down, I took my seat and resumed reading,
or trying to read. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
that her skirt was riding high revealing perfectly
round and shapely knees. She was looking out of the
window excited no doubt about the flight.
As the plane taxied out onto the runway she turned to
me and said, I love London, but it’s good to be going
home. This remark from her started the conversation
and we chatted about things in London and the USA. She
was a friendly girl, her name was Sandra, and I was
delighted to have her as my neighbour. All thoughts of
snoozing were gone!
Once we were in the air, she called the air hostess
and asked for a blanket as she wanted to sleep. I was
divested. I had planned on getting to know her better
and maybe even getting her phone number. But she
wanted to sleep and there was nothing I could do about
it. She slept soundly. I had a quick dinner, asked for
a blanket and also decided to sleep.
Sandra had turned away from me. She was resting her
head on the window, and was half curled on the seat,
the blanket loosely wrapping her body. The pilot
dimmed the lights and all over the plane people began
to sleep, read, or watch the films on the small TV
screens on the seat backs. Thankfully the kid behind
me was sleeping, so was his mother so the kicking had
stopped. In front of me the elderly couple were
sleeping and to my left across the aisle the teenaged
brother and sister were watching some movie.
I honestly tried to sleep. But I'm not a good sleeper
on planes and Sandra next to me had excited the brain
in my cock! After about 30 minutes my twisted mind
began to imagine what I would do with Sandra if ever I
had the chance to get her to bed. The end result was a
painful hard on confined in my jeans. I seriously
considered going to the toilet to jerk off but then
another idea sprang to mind. Why not play with my self
under the blanket and watch Sandra sleep? The thrill
of playing with myself in public with cute American
girl just inches away from me excited me even more. I
adjusted the blanker, looked around to make sure that
the coast was clear and carefully pulled down my
zipper, and from between the slot in my undies
released my aching cock. The seven inches was full and
throbbing. The large head was bear as the foreskin had
peeled back. I turned slightly towards Sandra and
began stroking my erection, carefully that my hand
movements were not visible under the blanket.
An idle mind is the devils workshop. My mind was not
idle but it was filled with sex, and Sandra’s exposed
neck, and the sweet smell of her slight perfume was
intoxicating. Her gentle breathing encouraged images
of her breasts heaving slowly up and down. Eventually
the thoughts began to come stronger and stronger that
I needed something else. If only I could touch her
back lightly and the play with myself at the same
time… I decided to become bolder. I ruffled up my
blanket, shifted in my seat so that both our blankets
touched from our shoulders to the seat bottom. I then
moved my right hand slowly forward and sideways until
my hand was under her blanket. I moved it forward
until my finger tips just touched her back. I held my
breath, waiting, watching for any reaction. There was
still time to pull back and pretend that I was
sleeping and had accidentally touched her. The heat
from her body was a sex drug. I nearly spanked there
and then. This was dangerous and illegal. If I got
caught I knew that I would have the police waiting for
me in New York. But now the brain in my cock had taken
over. It was pure cam over logic, and cam won the
battle easily.
I brushed her back carefully with one gentle stroke.
She didn’t stir; I moved my fingers up and came across
her bra strap. I was in ecstasy. I was on a voyage of
discovery! With my fingers I slowly traced her bra
strap as far as I could reach. My cock was throbbing
and I knew that she could awake any moment. Even then
I kept going, carefully watching her breathing looking
for the slightest trace of waking up.
Attention all passengers, please fasten your seat
belts as we will be going through a patchy piece of
weather, thank you! The captain called over the PA
system. This woke Sandra up! Fuck I thought! Fucking
pilot, fucking weather! My night of dirty design was
at an end.
Sandra looked at me, smiled sleepily, pulled her
safety belt and clipped it. She turned towards me and
wrapping her blanket around her shoulders closed her
eyes and went back to sleep.
Good weather, great pilot I thought. My night of dirty
design had just got better….
I would love to have feed back from all readers,
especially females. Write to me at :
inurarms4ever@yahoo.com
read part 2 coming soon.
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