I am nervous as I board the plane. I am on my way to Denver for a job interview but by the time I am through security, I have torn my nylons and am quickly losing my confidence. A little pep talk to myself in the mirror of the ladies room (after I discard the torn nylons) and the knowledge that I have a spare pair in my suitcase to put on later is enough to keep me going.
Oh No!
I groan as I realize I am sitting in the very last row of the plane. My first consolation is that I haven’t eaten anything yet, so at least my stomach should stay calm. My second consolation walks down the aisle a minute later,
Hot damn! He is fine! What are the odds he’s gonna sit back here with me? mmmm, not bad!
As I stand up to let him slide past my aisle seat towards his window seat, I study him quickly from head to toe. Hair, sandy blond, a little long, just starting to curl. Shirt, long sleeved black T-shirt, tight enough to reveal that his working out is paying off. Trousers, good ol’ Levis.
Not bad!
Sitting back down, we both buckle our seat belts and busy ourselves stashing our bags after digging out our reading material, he a newspaper, I, my article about the company I’m going to be visiting. Finally, settled, we both glance at each other and say hello. (
Wow, what a great smile!
). I try to sneak a peak at the front of jeans, but see that he’s watching my gaze.
Oops, busted!
I return his knowing smile pick up my reading.
Uh Oh! Now I see why he’s smiling
…sometime during all this, my blouse’s top two buttons had come undone giving him a perfect view of my bra and breasts (which were doing their best to escape).
Now what? Do I fix it or just let him enjoy the show? Aw, the hell with it! My blazer will hide the view from the two guys across the aisle…I’ll just let him ogle away.
As the plane takes off, I close my eyes and lean my head back forcing myself to relax. Trying to concentrate on anything other than my nerves. I unclench my fists but it’s a concerted effort. Ah, at last, we’re leveling out a bit, I open my eyes, take a breath, and glance over at my seatmate again. His gray eyes are looking straight into mine.
“Nervous?” he asks.
“Yes, a bit. I’m ok though.” He’s still staring. I’ve seen the effect my green eyes have on men before, and this one does not appear to be the exception. I decide to force his hand. Without breaking his gaze, I let my hands caress and cup each one of my breasts. I watch his face and see the realization (and pleasure) in his eyes. Slowly, still looking at him, I slide one hand in between the open buttons of my blouse.
Mmm, I can’t believe how hard my nipples are already – I think I’m turning myself on, maybe even more than I’m turning HIM on.
By now, my breasts were already starting to ache. I hesitate for a second and then with a snap, unhook my bra at the front. As my heavy breasts break free, both nipples get even harder, and I use two hands now to pinch them, closing my eyes while I concentrate for a few moments on my own pleasure. When I open them again, I look back at him noticing he’s shifted position.
Hmmm, looks like I’m having an effect on him. Very nice!
All, of a sudden I’m quickly brought back to earth (and frantically close my blazer over my open blouse) as I see the flight attendant approaching us with the beverage cart. “Ice water, please.” She passes him his Coke and we each place our beverage on the tray over the empty seat in between us. Once she moves on, I too, reposition myself in the seat, sliding the arm up on the seat next to me, and placing my right knee up on the seat and my back towards the aisle. I’m well aware of the fact that my skirt has slid up and now reveals a great deal of my thigh. He appears to notice it too and his eyes follow my hand as I push it up even farther...but not too far. Stopping to take a sip of my water, I lick my lips and then take an ice cube out from between my lips and holding it between my two fingers, I slide over my jaw and down my neck. His lips start to curl in a smile as his eyes follow the wet trail down to the valley between my breasts and over each erect nipple in turn. As my fingertips start to go numb, I reach toward him and place the ice cube in his gaping mouth. It is my turn to watch as he sucks on that ice cube until it’s gone and the last few drops slide down his throat.
He seems to be waiting for my next move. So, I carry on pinching my own wet nipples until they are warm again. By now, although my fingers and nipples have dried, another part of me is soaking wet. I’m pretty sure he can see my black panties under my dark skirt and don’t know whether to be grateful or disappointed that he can’t see the wet stain that’s starting to form.
Should I do it? Damn, I can’t believe I’m even thinking about it, but why not? It’s not like I’ll ever see him again?
The voices in my head, carry on, while my hand slides toward my hem.
There is definitely a bulge in those jeans of his now as I carry on with my show. He actually leans forward a bit for a better view as my fingers reach their target and slide my panties over to the side. He nods (in appreciation?) at my clean-shaven pussy and I wonder if he can see how wet it is. I slide a still cool finger into the warmth and wetness, closing my eyes and suppressing a moan. Pulling it back out, I know now that he can see the juices glistening on my hand and finger. I smile and part my lips as I start to move my wet finger towards my mouth, and them stop in mid air and bring it to his mouth instead. I slowly run it over his lips, leaving a taste of me and jump with a start when he grabs my wrist to keep me from taking my hand away.
Oh!
I move my gaze from his lips to his eyes, nervous for just a second, until I see the playfulness in his. I can’t help but look at his lips again, as he sucks my first two fingers into his mouth, first one and then the other.
