This story is a complete work of fiction, and all character references have only coincidental similarity with any real person either living or dead.
Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.
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"I don't believe how cheeky you are Angel," exclaimed Laura.
"Who me?" replied Angelica with mock humility.
The two girls climbed the stairs to the plane. It was not a very big aircraft but still held around a hundred and fifty passengers. The two friends had queued at the check in desk where Angelica had spotted a hunky young male and arranged, with the utmost boldness, to be seated next to him.
"Look," said the Hungarian beauty in a confidential whisper to her friend, "he's there just waiting for me. I bet you I can take all of his money before we land."
"Uh, how will you do that?"
"You'll see."
"Angel, we're on holiday, you're not working you know. Just forget what you do every day, and relax for a couple of weeks."
"But, I can't, I'm so good at it."
The girls laughed along with each other.
Laura had always thought herself to be attractive, no let's be honest, she considered herself to be more than that and knew that generally all eyes, wherever she was, would be on her. However, as she watched her girl friend walk down the aisle of the plane she could see that Angelica was as near to being visually perfect as you could get.
The English girl was looking forward to a short break in her friend's home country, a few days away from the daily routine of her office job. She watched her Hungarian companion's tight denim covered bottom move sexily before her very eyes as they neared their seats.
Angelica was a dancer; more specifically she was a lapdancer in one of London's top clubs. Making money from the drunken businessmen who frequented her club was easy, however this would far more of a challenge.
"8b and 8c, this is us I think." Angelica spoke to the cute male already seated in 8a. He looked up. As he did so he saw his dream, or more to the point he saw straight up and inside her very short cropped top.
"Laura give me your bag and I put it up here."
Angelica wore no bra and, as she stretched up to the luggage hold, the very brief top rode high on her breasts revealing not just the firm, rounded undersides of her awesome globes but a good portion of the actual breast.
The young man was spellbound as his gaze ran from the firm, delicious, tanned skin teasing him beyond belief, past the silver belly button chain and down to the flat of her stomach where very low cut jeans exposed the area of her groin that really should have revealed the trim edges of her pubic hair had she not shaved it closely. Laura watched amused and could see exactly what her friend was doing. Poor guy, he stood no chance. What was Angelica planning?
"Thank you."
"N... no... problem," the young man stuttered as not just one but two stunning girls brushed passed him to their seats. Normally he would have liked more space on the flight but this was one occasion where cozy was good.
"Hi, my name is Angelica or Angel for short. What's yours?" He almost wished she wouldn't speak to him and leave him to dream his own fantasies, but that, clearly, wasn't going to happen.
"Erm, hi, I'm Jason."
"Hi Jason," she held out her hand. He took it and felt the thrill of their fingers touching.
"Are you going home or on holiday?" she asked, although it was clear that the guy was English.
"Oh, holiday, walking, on my own, for a few days."
"Well Hungary is a very nice place. It is my home."
Angelica eyed him up and down. He certainly stood up to her test, well visually at least.
"What are you doing?" asked Laura in a whisper.
"I am going to give him the flight of his dreams," replied Angelica equally as quietly and with a mischievous grin.
Once all passengers were strapped into their seats the take off process began. Laura took out her magazine and began to browse as the air stewards started their safety procedures speech. Angelica turned to Jason.
"I don't like take off. Can I hold your hand?"
He looked at her.
"Please?"
Why he was hesitating he did not know. He could only put it down to the overpowering beauty of the girl next to him.
"Y..yes, of course," he finally managed to say.
The engines started and, after a few minutes of taxiing, the aircraft began its powerful, speed filled journey along the runway.
Angelica inhaled sharply and gripped Jason's fingers tight. Laura just smiled. The Hungarian stunner made sure that she moved her fingers under his and maximized the sensitivity of their touching. She could see the beginnings of a hardening around his button fly and knew that she had every chance of achieving her goal.
Soon they were air bound and cruising. The fasten seat belt sign came off.
Angelica turned to Jason.
"Thank you Jason," she purred. He just nodded too tongue tied to answer.
Angelica looked down at her lap demurely. Then, with a sudden movement of her head, she turned towards him and said,
"Would you like to touch my breasts?"
Jason turned equally as suddenly.
"W..w..what!"
"My breasts, would you like to touch them?"
He knew not what to say and instead just stared open mouthed.
"Give me ten pounds and you can."
He simply looked straight ahead wanting desperately to say yes but not having anything like the nerve to do so. Angelica smiled to herself and started to casually touch with the very tips of her fingers the easily accessible underside of her firm breasts. The hardening around Jason's groin strained more and more.
Angelica looked up at him.
"Just ten little pounds is all I want?" She pouted as she spoke. This time he nodded.
"Good, and thank you because my tits are just aching to be fondled."
Jason was already turned on and would have mauled her there and then, especially after her last statement. But even Angelica had some awareness of the need for discretion due to what she was doing and where she was doing it.
"Come on swap places with my friend."
Jason, shaking a little, stepped out into the aisle whilst Laura, who passed a knowing smile and a shake of the head to her friend, and Angelica followed him out of their seats. A little rearranging later and they were all seated back down with Jason nearest the window, Angelica in the middle and Laura in the aisle seat.
The expectant male turned to the girl of his dreams and was clearly ready to fulfill his task. Anticipating that she was about to be groped Angelica spoke.
"Ok Jason here is what we do." Her broken English only served to inflame his desire. "I will put the blanket over me so that my breasts are covered. You will then rest your head on my shoulder and put your hand under the blanket as if we are already friends and you are resting. You can then have one full minute touching me. Is that ok?"
Jason nodded, almost speechless with lust.
"But first," she held out her hand, "ten pounds please."
Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out a note. Laura glanced across aware of everything Angelica was doing.
"I hope you aren't going to make me pay later," the English girl whispered anticipating her own lesbian romp with her fantastically featured friend. Angelica smiled and lent across to kiss Laura lightly on the lips. It was answer enough. Jason saw the girl's lips meet and his erection took up another notch on the tension scale. He could not believe what was happening to him.
Angelica picked up her blanket and tore open the polythene cover. Jason watched taking the opportunity to study the girl he was about to touch. He ogled her long blond hair, tied back in a simple but very effective pony tail; he watched her beautiful, alert blue eyes and marveled at her full, red, wet lips, slightly open in anticipation of what was about happen. Angelica stuffed the ten pound note into her purse and placed the blanket over the top half of her body. Shifting down in her seat to make access easier for the excited Jason – she was ready.
His hands reached tentatively out, under the cover and up to her breasts. Angelica shifted slightly in her seat as his hands caressed her lightly along the firm sides and then underneath cupping the aching flesh. The Hungarian beauty sighed. Jason was becoming a little more adventurous as his thumb moved inside to tease the sensitive nub of her erect nipple. She sensed, as his touching became more insistent, more confident, that she might be letting him go too far. Yet she didn't stop him as she felt his hand move higher, gliding over her breasts to gently massage her nipple with his palm. He was better at this that she had anticipated and, as her engorged teat hardened more than she thought possible, Angelica moaned softly with pleasure.
The two of them remained as they were for some time whilst he continued to explore the softness of her breasts. Then she felt his hand slide down her body and onto her thigh, creeping down to her crotch, and she realised what was happening.
"Hey, stop. That will cost you more. Fifty pounds and you can touch me through my jeans. Your minute is up." She sat up abruptly and Jason took his hand away muttering his apologies.
Angelica was more flustered than she had predicted and took a moment to compose herself. Once settled she leaned her face towards Jason.
