Instead of our eyes meeting at a bar

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Instead of our eyes meeting at a barInstead of our eyes meeting at a bar, I can just imagine what would have happened if we had met at an airport instead… I used to fly coast to coast one week of the month a few years back. Let’s pretend you happened to be on my Boston – LA flight. You see me at the check-in counter and notice that while I’m dressed in somewhat business attire – grey pencil skirt, red silk blouse, leather jacket – the back of my skirt is hitched up a bit too high, and you glimpse the top of my stockings when I bend down to pick up my laptop case. I turn around at catch you looking at my ass and smirk a little to myself. You look away quickly.You get your check in completed, and head to the gate. I’m sitting there at the end of a row of seats with my left leg tucked up under me and my other leg swinging ever so slightly – the toe of my patent leather pumps tracing the designs in the carpet. We are early, yet, so there are quite a few seats open, but you can’t help thinking that maybe, at just the right angle, you might catch a glimpse of my stockings again. I’m reading a book and don’t notice you until I feel your eyes on me. I look up and catch your eye and smile shyly. You nod and look away. I’ve shifted now, and you made the right seat choice. My skirt is open just enough that you can see the top crest of my stockings and a tiny bit of skin above them. You’re also right in the sight line of the gap between my blouse buttons and you catch a glimpse of the red lace on my bra. I cross my arms a bit tighter, and my cleavage becomes even more visible and I shiver a little. You ask me if I’m cold and I say no. But now that I’ve heard your voice… And knowing what you know about my penchant for British men… I start having wicked thoughts. Now that I know I have your attention, I pull my leg out from underneath me and cross my legs. In that briefest of seconds, you can see straight up my skirt. You can’t believe that you are seeing what you think you see… Women don’t go around not wearing panties… But it’s true. My pussy is right there, now crossed between my thighs with nothing between them other than the wetness that is now starting to gather. You can’t help thinking that if I’m practically naked sitting there, every shift in movement is causing a different part of my cunt to rub against my inner thigh skin. And I feel every shift. And as I’m thinking about you thinking about my grinding pussy, I grow even hotter. And wetter. After what seems like an eternity, they start boarding the plane. We get in line and head down the walk way. You being a gentleman, step aside to let me pass through first, but we both know it’s because you want to watch my ass as I precariously navigate the ramp in my heels. I get to my seat and try to get settled. I’m definitely looking for you, and where your kaçak iddaa seat might be when a fellow passenger stops in front of me to get into the seat next to me. I’m a little bummed that the fates weren’t a little kinder to me by having you assigned next to me. But then I see you. Across the aisle on the other side of the plane. No one is sitting next to you and I watch intently willing the seat next to you to remain open. It’s time for them to close the door, and there you are. Alone. Now I just have to figure out how to casually reassign myself. As if you can read my mind, you look over at me and gesture to the seat next to you. I nod and head over once the captain has turned off the fasten your seatbelt sign and say, “I’m Jennifer”. I sit down and we make small talk. But let’s be honest. All you can think about is that glimpse of skin you had, and your imagination is running wild with whether or not I’m wearing panties and how you’re going to find out for sure… I’m enjoying our conversation and almost forget for a second that my initial thought for coming over there was not for a nice chat. We have a cocktail or two, and our conversation starts to head down the inevitable path that was started back in the check in line. I tentatively raise the armrest and ask if you’d mind if I put my legs on your lap. I have a blanket and am hoping to catch a little catnap and I curl into the seat and rest my head on your shoulder. Your hands rest between my knees, but you can’t help yourself and ever so slightly slide your hand a teensy bit higher. I shift closer, and snuggle into you. “mmmm. That’s nice” I say. My left leg grazes your cock which is starting to harden and I make the most of the contact. I writhe again and your hand travels even further up. You feel the top of my stockings and the soft skin of my inner thigh. It’s moist. I pull the blanket up a little higher and put my hand on your cock. It’s getting so hard you have to shift positions. I quietly unzip your pants and lightly caress your cock. That’s all the encouragement you need. You slide your hand up and feel the center of my thighs and get confirmation. There is no fabric between you and the wet hot soft silky folds of my pussy. You massage me the whole length. From clit to asshole and I groan. Slowly. Gently. Your palm rests on my mound and your middle finger slides in effortlessly. I Hold onto your arm and start to grind against your hand. You slip another finger in and stroke me from inside out. My clit is swollen and I’m arching and writhing to get your hand in the right position to send me into ecstasy. I’m whimpering a little. Breathing in short little gasps. And you finger me harder. You tell me, “Shhhh. I’ve got you. Cum for me. Cum all over me”. I’m grinding and writhing, but trying to stay coherent. You’re driving me insane. I need your illegal bahis fingers to plunge as far as they can, but I need you on my clit. It hurts I need it so badly. I’m gasping for air now. Quietly, but desperately. My forehead is pressing into your neck and I feel your pulse racing. It’s pounding just like my pussy and the rhythm is intoxicating me. I grab your unoccupied hand and put it on my breast. My nipples are so hard, you can feel them through the fabric and lace of my blouse and bra. You squeeze my tit and pull the nipple out of its prison and twist as your fingers are swallowed up inside me. You’re stroking harder and faster with one hand. Grabbing and twisting with the other and I’m gasping for air. Oh god. I’m so fucking wet. And I feel the spiraling. It’s starting and I beg you to not stop. I bite the collar of your shirt as the first wave of orgasm starts me shuddering and shaking. You can’t stop yourself, I’m drowning your hand in wetness. You pull your fingers out and put them in my mouth then your mouth and that’s it for me. I grab your face and thrust my tongue into your mouth. Tasting me on your tongue and you match me right back. You pull me closer and enter me again with our saliva drenched fingers and I shatter. I swallow the scream in my throat and you feel my pussy closing in around your fingers. The convulsions are peaking and my juices are flowing down your arm. We ride the rest of the waves down slowly and you stroke my cheek and kiss the top of my forehead. I smile and grab your cock…Whisper softly I run my fingers up and down your shaft, feeling you grow harder. The tip is oozing a little pre-cum and I swipe it with my finger and lick it all up. I swirl my finger in my mouth and mimic the motion on your head … Mixing your juice with mine and stroking up and down. You stretch out your legs to give me easier access, but we are a little too cramped to be able to do what I want to do. We agree to meet in the rest room. I get up first and lean over you to get to the aisle. As I do, you reach in and fix my tit that was peeking through my shirt. Whoops. I kiss you lightly on the lips, sucking your bottom lip into mine and say thank you. When I get into the restroom, I try to fix myself, but it’s obvious I’ve been through the wringer. My lips are swollen, my hair is a wreck and my skirt is 1/2 twisted around. Somehow my blouse has been buttoned incorrectly as well… I don’t know how you did that without me noticing… You’re crafty. My heart is pounding and I can barely contain the excitement I’m feeling anticipating your knock. And then you’re with me in the tiny room. I sit on the seat and unzip your pants. You’re only slightly hard, having to be able to walk down the aisle without raising too many eyebrows… I slip your cock out and take it in my mouth. It’s so warm and wet bahis siteleri and I’m suckling your cock like its the most delicious delicacy – savoring every inch as it swells in my mouth. I’m hungry for you and the hot steamy cum that is starting to build in your shaft. My soft suckling noises are growing more urgent. I need to take you entirely into my mouth. I open wider and you thrust it all the way in and down the back of my throat. I feel your warmth all the way down my throat and I swallow, taking care not to hurt you with my teeth. My tongue darts out from under your cock and licks the top of your sac. I feel you tense underneath me so I slow the pace a bit. Take the time to suck and lick each side of your ball-sack. My tongue teasing the underside while my fingers still slide up and down your shaft. You bury your fingers into my hair and pull me up so your mouth can experience the same exploration that your cock has been enjoying. You place your lips on mine gently at first, but the tiny sample of me makes you want to taste all of me. Your tongue darts in and out of my mouth, intertwining with mine and I start sucking your tongue just like I was sucking your dick. I feel your cock getting harder pressed up against my belly and I press my tits hard into your chest. A low grumble starts in your throat and it reverberates all the way down my body and settles deep inside me. I’m so warm and wet. I need you inside me. I hoist myself up on the sink and you lower your head to taste me. It’s urgent now, and while your tongue and mouth are wreaking havoc with my entire nervous system, I NEED your cock inside me. I start begging you to please fuck me. My pussy is dripping with juice and spit… it’s pink throbbing and pulsating. You look up at me and shove it in so hard I think you’ve broken me, but it feels so good. Harder and harder you pound into me. Your balls are smacking into the soft place between my cunt and ass and I’m begging for more. Harder. Harder you thrust into me and I’m shaking. You’re in so deep – you’re hitting my core, and the waves start pounding again. This time it’s coming from so deep within me, I can’t help but cry out. You cover my scream with your mouth and I can taste my pussy on your tongue. That pushes me over the edge and I explode all over you. I’m cumming so fucking hard. You’re so close, but you’re trying to make sure I’m taken care of … So polite. After the crashing subsides, I slide down and take your shaft in my mouth again. It’s dripping with my pussy juice and driving me wild. I can’t get enough of your cock. Or the remnants of my ecstasy dribbling all down your shaft. I’m sucking, licking, swallowing, slurping. You’re so fucking hard your cock is pulsing. You grab my head and hold it there and I know you’re so close. Hold my head and fuck my mouth. You’re shooting it down my throat and I’m gobbling it allllll up. You’re still thrusting and shooting and my mouth is working up and down. Licking and sucking every drop dry from that glorious cock of yours. Mmmmmmm. So gooood…

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