TwyliteEros
07-12-2004, 02:39 AM
I made my way through the Seattle airport. As usual, I was running late for my flight. This was not helped by either the slow shuttle driver, the slow food vendor, or all of the beautful girls waiting for their planes. Alas, I drove through the frustration and temptation and got on board, Seat 8E.
Seat 8E is on the left side of the plane with a window seat on the left and a n aisle seat on the right. These seats were both full. Wonderfully enough, the window seat was filled with a lovely young blond. Her hair was angellic and her eyes powder puff blue. And her smile filled me with such heat that it made me feel like I could cum right there and be happen.
Nevertheless, it was not to be. However, there was plenty to be that was worth the wait.
As the plane taxied to the runway, I read the boring airplane magazine while she was nose deep in a Reader's Digest. I soon put my magazine and enjoyed the scenery while the plane took off and begin to gain elevation. The scenery is always interesting during takeoff. Whether good or bad whether, I always enjoy watching the trees and later clouds go by. This flight, however, I had something MUCH BETTER to feast my eyes upon.
My wonderful seatmate had a body worth dying for. She had beautifully shaped size C breasts - just the way I like them. Her blond hair was just long enough to drape across her chest. I felt bad for looking at first. But then I got the impression that she new how much I was enjoying myself and that she was actually getting a little exhibitionist pleasure out of the whole thing.
So I looked away. She would stretch her arms over her head to adjust the overhead light or air, or sometimes for no reason at all. This would give delightful contours of her breasts and would reveal the svelte skin of her lower back. She would occasionally lean forward to access her carry-on bag. This would reveal even more of that lowerback, as well as the rim of her pick panties and just a slight of butt crack.
How I longed to put my hand on that area, to carress her back and, hehe, a little more. To trace the curve of her bottom, oh so sensually. I thirsted to run my hands up the sides of her torso, to slowly cup her beautiful firm breasts.
Back to reality... After a while, she put away her Reader's Digest and pulled out a roll of lifesavers, asking if I would like one. "Sure", I said, and then asked her, jokingly, if I really needed one that badly. She blushed, which was pretty enough, and said no. Then, thinking quickly, she asked what I would think about a chance to try out that fresh breath. This, of course, made me blush as I, somehow, indicated that I would love the chance.
She just smiled, showing me that she was in complete control of the situation.
I will ever be amused at how I fail to ever be in control of things between myself and a girl. I'll always have my plan so well made out and all. But when it comes down to it, I am always spellstruck by feminine beauty, by the great estrogen field. And I am powerless.
As the flght carried on, we talked about jobs, travelling, and general nothing important. We continued to flirt as well, which was most important.
She would play with my hand, with her hands, as we sat in the plane. She then raised the armrest between us and scooted a little closer to me. I responded in like kind by placing my hand on her leg, which I stroked somewhat erotically.
She snuggled her head into my lap where she closer her eyes and went to sleep. My hand remained on her leg, which I was able to touch sensually. I was even daring enough to rub her pussy through her jeans. When her pussy was touched, her eyes did crack open and her smile crept into a crack. However, she soon resumed sleepfullness and spread her legs slightly.
As we landed she sat up, streched some more for me, and got ready to disboard. After leaving the plane, we walked toward the baggage claim area and stop to wait for our bags. I was unsure how I was going to leave the presence of this goddess that had come into my life.
After we had both collected our bags and acquired our individual rental cars, and stood in the door to the airport. With a quick kiss on the lips, she thanked me for the mile high foreplay, and waved goodbye.
I was horny, disappointed, and knew that pixies was going to have to lend me a hand this evening.
(To Be Continued...)
Seat 8E is on the left side of the plane with a window seat on the left and a n aisle seat on the right. These seats were both full. Wonderfully enough, the window seat was filled with a lovely young blond. Her hair was angellic and her eyes powder puff blue. And her smile filled me with such heat that it made me feel like I could cum right there and be happen.
Nevertheless, it was not to be. However, there was plenty to be that was worth the wait.
As the plane taxied to the runway, I read the boring airplane magazine while she was nose deep in a Reader's Digest. I soon put my magazine and enjoyed the scenery while the plane took off and begin to gain elevation. The scenery is always interesting during takeoff. Whether good or bad whether, I always enjoy watching the trees and later clouds go by. This flight, however, I had something MUCH BETTER to feast my eyes upon.
My wonderful seatmate had a body worth dying for. She had beautifully shaped size C breasts - just the way I like them. Her blond hair was just long enough to drape across her chest. I felt bad for looking at first. But then I got the impression that she new how much I was enjoying myself and that she was actually getting a little exhibitionist pleasure out of the whole thing.
So I looked away. She would stretch her arms over her head to adjust the overhead light or air, or sometimes for no reason at all. This would give delightful contours of her breasts and would reveal the svelte skin of her lower back. She would occasionally lean forward to access her carry-on bag. This would reveal even more of that lowerback, as well as the rim of her pick panties and just a slight of butt crack.
How I longed to put my hand on that area, to carress her back and, hehe, a little more. To trace the curve of her bottom, oh so sensually. I thirsted to run my hands up the sides of her torso, to slowly cup her beautiful firm breasts.
Back to reality... After a while, she put away her Reader's Digest and pulled out a roll of lifesavers, asking if I would like one. "Sure", I said, and then asked her, jokingly, if I really needed one that badly. She blushed, which was pretty enough, and said no. Then, thinking quickly, she asked what I would think about a chance to try out that fresh breath. This, of course, made me blush as I, somehow, indicated that I would love the chance.
She just smiled, showing me that she was in complete control of the situation.
I will ever be amused at how I fail to ever be in control of things between myself and a girl. I'll always have my plan so well made out and all. But when it comes down to it, I am always spellstruck by feminine beauty, by the great estrogen field. And I am powerless.
As the flght carried on, we talked about jobs, travelling, and general nothing important. We continued to flirt as well, which was most important.
She would play with my hand, with her hands, as we sat in the plane. She then raised the armrest between us and scooted a little closer to me. I responded in like kind by placing my hand on her leg, which I stroked somewhat erotically.
She snuggled her head into my lap where she closer her eyes and went to sleep. My hand remained on her leg, which I was able to touch sensually. I was even daring enough to rub her pussy through her jeans. When her pussy was touched, her eyes did crack open and her smile crept into a crack. However, she soon resumed sleepfullness and spread her legs slightly.
As we landed she sat up, streched some more for me, and got ready to disboard. After leaving the plane, we walked toward the baggage claim area and stop to wait for our bags. I was unsure how I was going to leave the presence of this goddess that had come into my life.
After we had both collected our bags and acquired our individual rental cars, and stood in the door to the airport. With a quick kiss on the lips, she thanked me for the mile high foreplay, and waved goodbye.
I was horny, disappointed, and knew that pixies was going to have to lend me a hand this evening.
(To Be Continued...)