This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.(This is for you Baby)
Transatlantic By Marie LeClare
My name is Marie. At present, I'm on one of those big jumbo jets crossing the Atlantic from New York to London, England. It's a long flight from New York, with the big jet engines droning, and I'll be glad to get off this seven hour flight.
I won't go into my life history or why I'm going to London. It's enough to say that I'm an attractive 24 year old flight attendant/part-time model, and I'm also a lesbian. But this flight is not work it's all pleasure.
I've been with a few woman in my life, and I've been always been very selective.
My seat is a window seat in first class, and sitting next to me was a pretty, tall tomboyish looking girl, with a blush of red in her hair, who couldn't have been more than 16, and as I found out later, was traveling alone.
She was wearing a cute denim skirt with a tank top, and I couldn't help but notice the little cartoon tattoo she had on her shoulder. I remarked that it was unusual looking and she said it was because she played women's softball.
I couldn't help but notice how well she filled out her top, and that familiar stirring began between my legs. We introduced ourselves and she said her name was Ann. As we watched TV on the little screen in front of us a program about lesbians came on and I couldn't help but notice her interest.
The flight attendant brought us pillows and blankets, and as I covered myself the blanket covered Ann also, who didn't object.
She tried to concentrate on the program and I mentioned that it was a good show which seemed to put her at ease. I even said the woman on the show was very attractive, and she agreed. Oh, how I wanted her. This sexy creature beside me.
As we watched the program I slipped my hand under the blanket on let it sit in her leg softly, all the time keeping up a steady conversation. At least she didn't object to my hand on her leg.
I asked her if she wanted to change seats so she could look out the window, and after we had changed I again covered us with the blanket, and let my hand rest on her leg. God she was beautiful.
I could see her hands moving under the blanket as if she was playing with her nipples. As I reached up to turn off the lights I allowed my hand to find the helm of her dress.
Slowly my fingers softly caressed her leg. I could hear her breath in the darkness taking very shallow breaths. Still no word of objection as my fingers continued on their path to my objective.
My mind was racing, thinking what could I do here in public.
I watched her as she slowly parted her beautiful legs. She wants it. She wants my fingers.
Just as my fingers were softly brushing her inner thigh, she announced that she had to use the ladies room. As she walked up the aisle I was wondering, did she really have to go or was she scared of what my fingers were doing. I thought, oh well, at least I can use the ladies room to masturbate.
When she returned, we again covered ourselves with the blanket. Making small talk I tried again with putting my hand on her leg. This time she didn't hesitate by parting her legs and kind of slipping down in the seat. Making my hand go further up her warm moist thigh.
My fingers were making lazy eight's on her soft inner thigh my little finger made contact. She wasn't wearing panties. She must have removed them in the ladiesroom. With that she turned her head and gave me the biggest smile.
I returned her smile and let my fingers brush against her soft fur, as I played with her pussy lips. She whispered softly, "Yes."
Her movement made the blanket slip down from her top and I could see I was right in my suspicions. She was playing with her nipples. I let my other hand reach for her breast and pinched her nipple through her top. She gave out with a little moan.
I reached under her top with one hand to slip my fingers under the cup and squeezed her beautiful breast. My other hand busily playing with her pussy lips. I asked her to lift up her top, looking around to make sure the other passengers were asleep, then dropped my mouth to her breast and sucked hard on her stiff nipple.
Instinctively her legs began to spread wider. Now my hand was slowly patting her pussy. Her legs were spread so invitingly my fingers parted her pussy lips and I entered her hot wet pussy.
My slightest touch set her hips into a slow, undulating thrust. Now she was moaning louder than I cared for. I certainly didn't want anyone seeing what I was doing to this luscious girl.
My fingers, slipping inside of her, brushed her clit as I sunk up to my second knuckle. "OOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh goddd, she whimpered. Soooooooo gooood." Her ass was lifting from the seat as her hips thrust up against my hand. My fingers were plunging into her cunt in rhythmic motion, trying to match her every thrust. I felt her body tense, then begin to tremble. Her pussy was now gripping my fingers. Her cunt was about to explode. "YESSSSSSSSS," she groaned from deep in her throat.
She was cumming, buckets of pussy juice flowing from between her legs spilling out over my hand and down onto the seat. "Oh," she grunted as the fragrance of her juices filled the air around us. Slowly the orgasms subsided and her twitching body was still. I thought she had passed out. I looked at her fearfully but her eyes opened with a complete satisfied look on her face. "Thank you, she said.
I told her I wanted to taste her, and for her to go to the restroom and I would follow. Opening the door I found her sitting on the counter with her legs spread an patting her clit. Hiking up my skirt as I sat down on the toilet I plunged my face between her legs. Licking her delicate folds as I fingered my hot wet pussy. I took my wet fingers out of my hot cunt and with my middle finger I finger fucked her little asshole as I tongue fucked her. Moving my other hand to pat her clit as my tongue probed her pussy walls. Her body tensed, and with that she rewarded me with a mouthful of her sweet honey. That was all I needed and my own orgasm came with a blast, her thighs muffling the sound of my moans.
As we departed the plane, I asked her if she would be returning to the United States. No, she replied. She said that she would be returning to her home in British Columbia, Canada. I love that girl.
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