I wish to thank everyone who has visited my site. There will be additional chapters forthcoming regarding my past life. You probably already have comprised that I am not a strong woman. I wish to be strong, but when it comes to sexual feelings my resistance weakens me. A touch in the right spot heats me up, even when I touch myself. I have no idea what you may think of me, all I can say I am struggling desperately. Even as I write this I am bringing myself to orgasms.
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My husband Thomas and I finally relaxed on our First Class honeymoon flight to Barbados. Our plan was to spend an entire month in a house he owned on that heavinly paradise island. The beaches were of natural beauty, its sands clean and hot. It was impossible to sunbath there in the nude under the blazing sun.
There were two other couples on our flight headed to Bridgetown. The first class section was spacious and even more so with only three couples travelling.
We greeted each other and enjoyed drinks together. Heather was older then I, her husband a bit younger then Thomas. The other couple seemed to be in their late fifties, but seemed charming and sexual. As we later found out, both couples also had homes on Barbados.
Thomas had dozed off after dinner, as I began to read a steamy book which I brought along. It was more then steamy, downright pornographic about a couple whose life was imbedded in the world of S & M. It was a page turner and kept reading. My mind began to wander only thinking of sexual happenings. I couldn't help myself putting my hand under the blanket. I just had to, but did I really needed to do it? I broke down to my urges. I must stop, instead continued to read. Under the blanket I slightly raised my dress, uncovering my pussy, and...
"MMMMMMMMM," was all I could express, as I inserted several fingers in my already wet cunt. Yes my cunt was being satisfied again and again, as several orgasms shook my body. I felt so relaxed and calm, that the book fell out of my hand unto the carpeted floor. My eyes were closed, from the pleasure I had given myself. It must had been the sound that brought a steward to my seat, to see if he could be of any assistance.
The steward had picked up the book, tapt me on my arm, which brought me out of my dream like feelings. Eventhough I had orgasmed, I still felt on the edge. I smiled up at a beautiful bronze face, without realizing that my blanket had slipped to my feet. I couldn't pull the dress down quickly enough and kept fighting with the hemline, it was to no avail. I felt embarrassed.
The steward picked up the blanket and slowly placed it on my lap. I know he did it on purpose, hoping to see more of me.
"Thank you," I replied with a smile.
I noticed a bulge forming in front of me, being eye level with his cock, I had to look away, not to embarrass him and myself. When I looked back at him, I saw one of his hands covering his bulge. I did something very bad, again and again I do these things. I let the blanket slide to my feet again, and teasingly let my right hand wander up to my pussy.
The cabin light had been dimmed after dinner. Thomas had now fallen into a deep sleep.
The steward now kneeled in front of me, making a motion of bringing the blanket back to my lap. Instead his boldness took over, placed his hand on my lap. I let it happen without thought. I slightly opened my thighs, giving him access to a strange pussy. I felt his bronze hand caressing me, teasing me, working me up. He knew how to heat up a woman, and he did it to me.
I can't let this happen again. As I tried to resist Paul earlier in the day to no avail, this time I had to fight it, really fight. I pushed his hand away several times, but he persisted. I kept pushing his hand back constantly, when I felt his lips on mine. I turned my head trying to avoid other kisses touching me. I felt my necklace being removed, then I felt kisses on my neck several times. I really had to stop it. I turned and faced him thinking that it would cease. He had pushed my dress higher and higher, as my resistance broke down with me placing my arms around his neck. Our lips tasted sweet, it may sound kitschy, but it was from the wine I had during dinner.
Thomas was deeply asleep facing the window. Nothing would have woken him up.
Andrew was still kneeling in front of me, turned me so, he could wedge between my legs. My dress had slipped a bit higher, teasingly exposing my wet pussy. Oh was it wet.
I had no idea if the couples on the other side saw our movements. The possible idea they could see us aroused me very much. I wanted them to see us.
Andrew had gotten bolder, placing my hand over his cloth covered cock. Don't know what gotten into me, I opened his pants and reached in just to feel his cock. I needed to feel it. He wore a cock pouch, one of those that is held up by a waist string. In a whisper I heard him say,
"Rub it my lady."
I wasn't a lady, I was a fucking slut doing this on my honeymoon flight, right next to my deep sleeping new husband.
"Your hand feels like butter."
Yes I was spoiling him. I wanted to be spoiled to. I removed my hand, told him to raise up, as I needed to readjust my dress. Andrew didn't zipper up and was eye level with his bronze cock again, which was parttialy exopsed. I hesistated taking him in my mouth. I couldn't let such a raging beauty not be covered by my wet hot mouth. I leaned forward and sucked him in.
