Anothet plane journey
Let me Thank all the people who has sent me an email for my earlier post. They all were very encouraging. I am Back with my another real life expiriance. Hope you all will Like the way you have loved my earlier post. You all are requested to send me a mail if you like the narration as below giving the name of the story in subject line. AND the Expiraince goes as below. I was almost late getting to the airport for my flight to Delhi. Not because of the rush hour traffic here in Mumbai, but because I was spending time saying goodbye to my girlfriend, and didn’t want to leave her. Then there was the SRPF check point at the airport we had to go through to make sure we weren’t carrying a pair of nail clippers and finally I was able to make it to the Departure Lounge to start boarding. As I made it to my aisle seat and tried to settle in, making sure my laptop computer was handy, I was interrupted by the prettiest girl I had ever seen, who needed to get to her window seat. Saying, “excuse me”, in halting English, I stood up to let her pass and was intoxicated by the fragrance she was wearing, but I still said “no problem”. She had a natural beauty about her, and her dark complexion was flawless. As I watched her getting settled in I thought what a cute outfit she was wearing. She was taller than me, I judged about six foot tall, and had the prettiest denim skirt and little denim bolero jacket, which covered her peasant girl blouse, and judging from appearances a nice firm bust. While we sat to get ready for takeoff she explained to me that she had been visiting her father in Mumbai, a well known Doctor who was separated from her mother, and was returning to Delhi. She also let it be known that she was terrified of flying with her hand touching my knee. My radar hadn’t gone off to tell me if it was just her way to touch or if she was interested in women, but as I watched her cute little face, I became more and more interested in finding out if she liked women, because if she did I was way ahead of her trying to think of a way to get her in bed with me. Her terror of flying was on, and her hand was still on my knee, softly brushing her finger on my warm knee. While my mind was thinking a mile a minute to figure out how would get in bed with me. As my eyes went from her pretty face to her fingers playing with my knee, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the flight attendant was heading our way with the drink cart. So if it was just the girls way to touch she wouldn’t move her hand, but if she had an ulterior motive I thought she would remove it right away so the flight attendant didn’t see it. My dang radar had let me down. As soon as the flight attendant came in sight, Tanya, I had found out her name by now, jerked her hand from my knee, saying sorry, to which I replied that it was quite alright. As soon as we had settled in with our drinks, Tanya went on to say that she attended a private catholic convent school and wasn’t expected to return until Sunday, and it was still early Saturday morning. I waited for her hand to return to my knee and I didn’t have to wait long, with her talking and waving her hands around, as I watched her cute kissable mouth speak the words. I asked her what she was going to do or stay until Sunday and it was time to return to school, and she sighed and said she didn’t know. She didn’t have any relatives in the area to put her up so she thought she might sleep on the bench outside of the school, to which I said there was no way I’d allow her to sleep out in the rainy cold weather. I insisted that I had plenty of room at my hotel and she could stay with me for the night. After we had enjoyed a light supper and watched something on television, it was time for us to get ready for bed. Taking off her blouse she complained about her shoulders hurting from her bra straps, and I told her to come close and I would help her. After she had slipped her blouse off I noticed the welts on her shoulders from her bra straps, and said, “you poor thing. You’ve wearing the wrong size bra. Here let me help.” Tossing my bra to the chair, I knelt behind her and slipped the straps off her shoulders and unhooked her dainty bra, all the while her holding the bra to her breasts out of modesty. I said that there was no need for that because we were both women and I had what she had, as she gazed at my breasts. Sitting behind her I reached around and cupped her breasts in my hands, explaining that most women wear the wrong size of bra’s, and told her she needed the extra support, emphasizing it by lifting her breasts up slightly and letting my thumb rib softly over her erect nipples. Feeling that she would melt into my arms at any minute I whispered in her ear asking if she liked what I was doing and if she liked women. Her answer really came as no surprise as she settled back against my chest, and moaned “Oh yes”. Rolling her tiny nipples between my fingers I asked her if she had ever been with an older woman to have sex and she said she hadn’t but had always dreamed of doing it. Dropping my head to her chest I opened my mouth wide and drew her beautiful breast into my mouth and sucked while I played with her other nipple, allowing my teeth to softly drag on her stiff nipple. She really didn’t know what to do with her hands as I was nursing on her breast so she played with my hair, and emitted soft moans. Laying her back on the bed I switched to her other breast to nurse from and allowed my hand to caress her sweet soft tummy and down to her beautiful legs, parting them slightly, and rubbing her inner thighs. When I started to lick just under her beautiful breasts I felt her tiny hand reach for my breast and cup it, as if to weigh it in her hand.