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Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 08:10:05 -0400
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WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY
BEFORE READING ANY OF
MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY
THE MATERIAL.

This short story is based on an email I
received in response to my request for First
Time Experiences.  This story contains the
graphical account of consensual sex between two
women.

I would love for you to email me your
experiences to inspire future stories.  My
favorite subject matter involves first time
experiences, innocence lost, lactation,
reluctance, and tribadism.

In these stories I seek to share what I believe
are beautiful, erotic and enlightening
experiences of real women.

My goal is to get you dripping wet - and if you
cum, I'll feel I've done my job.
Please email me if you do at
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site
www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
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"Firsts:  Fly the Friendly Skies"
by Ginny Walker, 2003

wcollege2001@yahoo.com
F/F 1st, Public, Lactation, Trib


On Wednesday I was returning back from a three
day business meeting in San Jose.  I had a
ridiculously early flight that was departing at
6:30 AM.  Despite my best effort to get to the
airport an hour early, by the time I returned
my rental car, caught a shuttle to the terminal
and checked-in, I had 45 minutes until my
departure time.  Let me tell you, San Jose has
got to be the worst airport I have ever been to.
 The security checkpoint had only 3 metal
detectors and a line all the way across the
terminal.  I waited 5 minutes before becoming
panicked enough that I walked to the front of
the line trying to get to my gate on time.
After pleading my case, I was informed that I
had to go to the back of the line; no
exceptions; doesn't matter when the plane
leaves.  There was a completely useless woman
standing there telling all of us that we had
enough time to make our flights.  If she was
instead working at a fourth metal detector I
might have actually made my flight.

I was thoroughly irate after wasting 50 minutes
on line only to see my plane taxi away without
me (as was the case for about a 20 other ticked-
off passengers on various flights).  The next
flight out was three hours later and made two
stops before arriving back in Orlando, FL.  The
only other option was a non-stop out of San
Francisco's airport which left in two hours but
arrived 4 hours earlier than the triple hop out
of San Jose.  I got a rental car and drove to
San Francisco, arriving in plenty of time to
get through their much better managed security
checkpoint.  The bad part was I got THE worst
seat on the plane - in fact, it was the last
seat on the plane.  The absolute last row back
where the fuselage tapers so there is only room
for two seats on the right side with a restroom
on the left.  I don't even think these two
seats were designed in by Boeing or whoever
built the plane.  I think American Airlines
decided they could get an extra $1200 in
airfare by getting rid of one of the rear
bathrooms and w
edging in two more seats.  I grabbed one of
those paper thin blankets and a pillow the size
of a cotton ball as I made my way into my
cocoon.  One of my padded bras would have made
a better pillow I thought - too bad I had to
check my bag.

A half hour into the flight boredom set in and
I went to peruse the magazine rack located just
behind first class.  A flight attendant was
giving out sodas and pretty much blocking the
aisle as I approached several rows ahead.  She
turned sideways leaning back a little so I
could squeeze past, no doubt to the delight of
the bald-headed business man that her rear-end
was encroaching on.  I also turned to pass and
as I attempted to squeeze by, the most awkward
thing happened as my breasts collided with
those of the flight attendant and meshing like
gears, completely stopped my motion past her.
Embarrassed, I looked down as I leaned back a
bit further and freed our interlocked breasts.

I looked over the magazine selection, scanning
and rejecting the ones I had already read last
month, and found the only current issue on the
rack.  I headed back to my seat (which was
looking more like the one Tom Hanks had in
Apollo 13).  The flight attendant was still
making her way back and was just a few rows in
front of my seat.  I figured it would be easier
to wait until she finished the last few rows
rather than trying the breast-defying, mid-air,
cross at 30,000 feet.  As I'm standing there
the flight attendant looks at me and stops
handing out soda and turns sideways as if to
signal me to pass.  I started moving past,
leaning back to gain maximum clearance to the
point that my back was brushing against the
seats.  As I was adjacent to the flight
attendant, our breasts again brushed together.
I swear just as I was exactly in front of her
she must have leaned towards me because in an
instant her nipples were right on mine and
pressing into them.  I continued to squeeze
past her, but her breasts moved 
with me staying in firm contact with mine until
I reached the next row, causing my nipples to
tingle from the friction.  As I finally slipped
past, I noticed the flight attendant smiling.
I crawled back into my seat, a little flushed
from our mid-air collision.

A little while later there was the flight
attendant standing at my row.  "Hi, I'm Carol,
can I get you anything - juice, soda?", she
asked.  I told her a diet 7-up would be great.
She filled a cup with ice and put in on my tray
leaning over me such that her right breast
brushed my shoulder.  Then she popped open a
can and poured it into the cup, again leaning
over me and this time her breast pressing even
more firmly into my arm.  I dared not make eye
contact with her.  About 10 minutes later she
was making the rounds picking up garbage.  As
she reached my row she took my cup, napkin and
can and put it into a plastic bag and stepped
back to where they keep the snack cart.  I went
back to reading my magazine.

I was flipping through some pages when Carol
showed up and said, "Mind if I sit here a
minute?".  I replied, "No, go ahead", as she
was already starting to sit.  She initiated
some small talk, telling me how monotonous
these transcontinental flights could be and
then after hearing I was returning from a
meeting, started asking me about my work.  I
told her I was a marketing rep for Vanity Fair
Apparel, to which she replied, "I love Vanity
Fair... see", as she tugged her uniform collar
down exposing her lace bra.  "Pretty", was all
I could manage to say - starting to feel as
embarrassed as I was on my first date.  "I'd
figure you for the dainty under-wire type",
Carol said as she placed her hand on the under-
slope of my breast.  My jaw dropped and my eyes
bugged out as she proceeded to squeeze my
breast in an attempt to investigate my bra type.

She moved her hand up slightly, now cupping my
breast in her hand.  Any pretense of being
curious about my bra dissolved as she now had
my nipple between her fingers and she began to
fondle my breast.  I closed my eyes as I became
caught up in the pleasure her fingers were
bringing me, opening them only for a moment
when she stopped feeling me long enough to tug
on my blouse, freeing it from the waistband of
my skirt and allowing her hand to slip up under
my blouse.  I was becoming very aroused and
terrified as she continued to pet me first
though my silk bra, and then under it as her
fingers adeptly slipped past the thin material.
Feeling her skin on my bare nipple was getting
me wet.  The zeal with which she fondled me
increased and I instinctively I brought my
right hand between my legs and pressed down,
rubbing my seeping pussy.

As Carol's left hand played with my naked
breast, I felt her right hand grab mine,
pulling it away from my drooling pussy and
placing it on her left breast.  Opening my eyes
and gazing on the obscene sight of my hand
petting this stranger's breast, I began to
fondle her with all the innocence and
clumsiness of an adolescent boy.  Sensing my
inexperience, she took my hand in hers and
guided it over her breast, showing me pleasure
her.  She moved my hand from the outside of her
breast to her cleavage, grazing my palm across
her hardened nipple as we moved.  Then she had
me gently rub the gradual upper-slope and then
moved my hand to the softer under-slope of her
breast, purposely avoiding her nipple as we
explored her sensuous orb.  Eventually, she
rested my hand right over her nipple and
pressed my hand against her puffy bud with all
the force she could muster, letting out an
audible sigh as she did.

My breast in Carol's hand felt magnificent but
I was craving more stimulation.  Without having
to say a word, it was as if Carol was reading
me - I guess being a woman herself, she knew
exactly where I was and what I needed.  She
pushed me so I was leaning against the fuselage
and lifted my blouse up just above my nipple.
Then she leaned to me and took my right right
breast into her mouth, giving me the most
incredible stimulation my breast had ever
experienced!  As her tongue grazed my nipple my
reflexes caused me to grab Carol's head in both
hands and I pulled her hard against me,
attempting to force-feed all of my breast to
her.  Carol responded by opening wide and my
breast sank deep into her warm, wet mouth.  Her
lips were spread wide, creating the erotic
sight of her bright lipstick encircling the
widest part of my milky-white breast, which
formed a perfect visual complement to the
physical stimulation I was receiving.

I was so close to coming as my mind focused
completely on the sight of this beautiful woman
suckling my breast and the wet, slurping sounds
she was making.  I felt Carol's hand move under
my skirt and press against my pussy.  The
feeling on my nipple and now at my pussy was
overwhelming and I began to cum.  I pressed my
hips forward as my orgasm built.  While still
sucking my breast with vigor, Carol pressed her
hand into me and the thin lycra of my drenched
panties together with her fingers slipped deep
inside my vagina.  I came so hard I could feel
a sudden decrease in friction as my cum
lubricated Carol's fingers.  She moved her
fingers in and out of my pussy as my vagina
spasmed around her digits and my nipple tingled
in her mouth.  The fabric of my panties
prevented deeper penetration so Carol could
only enter me up to the third knuckle.  How I
wished I didn't have panties on at that moment -
I would have taken her whole hand inside my
vagina just then.  Carol pinched my nipple hard
between her tongue an
d the roof of her mouth  - my orgasm ripping
through me more powerfully than any turbulence
I've ever experienced.

Carol released my nipple from her mouth and as
I came in for a landing I looked at her face -
she was smiling at me as she slipped her
fingers out from my throbbing vagina.  In one
of the most intimate acts I've ever witnessed,
she brought her soaking fingers to her mouth
and closing her eyes, slipped them completely
inside, savoring the nectar my pussy had
brought forth and moaning softly as she
swallowed me.

I didn't know what to do or say.  Carol didn't
speak, she just unbuttoned the top three
buttons on her uniform, then unclasped the
front of her beautiful Vanity Fair bra,
releasing her perfect and symmetrical breasts.
I knew what she wanted of me.  I tentatively
but willingly leaned to her and took her breast
in my mouth.  I began to suck her as she had
done for me - I felt something spurt in my
mouth and it startled me causing me to release
her nipple.  "It's OK, I'm just lactating", she
said before placing her hand behind my neck and
drawing me back to her leaking nipple.  I
resumed my suckling of her breast and began to
feel the hot liquid pour from her breast.  More
confident now, I worked her breast with passion
and soon my mouth was full of her sweet milk.
I swallowed her down, thinking to myself that
she tasted good.  I nursed her with a hunger
now, my tongue exploring the texture of her
nipple as I teased her breast and coaxed its
life-sustaining nectar from within.  After
several minutes she gently 
moved my head to her other breast where I again
proceeded to feed on her sweet cream.  Her
nipple became hard in my mouth and I knew Carol
was getting wet from my suckling as the scent
of her wetness began to permeate the air.  I
suckled with enthusiasm alternating between
flicking her nipple with my tongue and trapping
it in a powerful suction.  Suddenly, Carol
pushed my head away and she abruptly got up.
She stepped across the isle and entered the
restroom where she turned and motioned for me.

After closing the door behind me, she sat on
the toilet with me standing up in front of her.
She proceeded to lift my skirt and then moved
her head below the hem.  I felt her move the
leg-band of my panties to the side, and then
the warmth of her breath a second before her
wet lips contacted my aching vulva.  Carol
began to lick my pussy and I instinctively
started to hump against her.  Her tongue worked
up and down the slit between my labia, working
deeper into the recess with each stroke.  After
lapping at my pussy like this for several
minutes, her tongue found the hood of my
clitoris.  With each lick, her tongue began to
open my hood and my hardening clit began to
emerge.  Now her tongue was rubbing directly
over my clit, each time causing my legs to
twitch and my knees to buckle just a bit.  I
was close to another orgasm - god how I wished
she would just take my clit into her mouth and
suck on it hard.  Suddenly she stopped.
Standing up, she dropped her slacks to the
floor and then pulled her panties d
own and let them fall to her ankles, exposing
her completely shaven pussy.  As I gazed on the
sensual sight of her pre-pubescent looking
vulva, fear overtook me and I blurted out, "I'm
not ready to do this".  "Relax", she said in a
reassuring voice, "you don't have to lick me".
Having said that, she unclasped my skirt and
slid my panties down to the floor.  Before
standing back up, she paused long enough to
give me a few licks and then snaked her tongue
deep into my vagina several times - god her
mouth felt good on my pussy, how I wanted her
tongue inside my womb!  Now standing in front
of me, she leaned towards me.  As in the isle
an hour earlier, our breasts met first, mashing
nipple to nipple.  Then she brought her lips to
mine and she kissed me - mouth on mouth.  She
broke the kiss, leaning back slightly as if
looking for my reaction.  She again kissed me,
this time more passionately and her tongue
slipped into my mouth and discovered my own.
We kissed like this for several minutes as our
breasts mashed 
together, nipple tantalizing nipple.

Carol placed her hands on my hips and she
pulled me to her, drawing our bodies even
closer together.  I felt the mound of her
hairless pussy press against my pubic bone.
Carol bent her knees slightly, lowering her
body and I felt her pussy slide down below mine.
 Still kissing me, she then she lunged upwards
and I felt her pussy mash against my vulva.
The contact was incredible!  It was the most
sexually arousing sensation to feel her pussy
against mine and her mouth on mine.  What a
bizarre and unnatural sight this was, I thought
to myself.  She repeated this thrusting motion
several times and I felt her vulva parting my
labia and forcing its way into my pussy.  Her
clit was actually penetrating my vagina!  Oh
god I was so turned on!  She continued fucking
me with her pussy like this for a while and
then she wriggled around a little getting the
exact contact she desired.  I could feel the
lubrication from both our pussies intermingle
and cause our pussies to more easily slide over
and into each other's.  F
inally she began to hump against me as she
mashed her clit up my slit and into my own clit.
 She was now fucking me wildly, pussy to pussy,
with her clit sliding in and out of me.  Our
pussies were flowing and our labia slid
together as smoothly as butter.  I loved the
feeling - I had never experienced anything like
it before!  Every inch of my pussy was in
contact with hers, as her pussy massaged my own.

Carol was unable to concentrate on kissing me
and she tipped her head up as she focussed
completely on fucking me.  She began to grunt
as she came - I could actually feel her cum
flow into my vagina!  God this felt so good!
The reality of our intimacy and the look of
lust on Carol's face was too much for me and I
began to come with her.  Chills went all the
way down my back and my legs went numb.  We
ground our pussies into each other for a solid
minute as Carol's orgasm seemed to go on
forever.  As she began her final decent she
again kissed me, all the while keeping our
pussies together in their own intimate "kiss".
I had never before imagined two women could
share something so beautiful as this.

We held our embrace for several minutes - I
laid my head on her shoulder, content to feel
the warmth of her vagina still against mine and
the firmness of her breasts embracing my own -
I was completely fulfilled.  Reluctantly we got
dressed and exited the restroom.  We cuddled in
the last row on and off during the next few
hours of the trip, taking opportunity to
explore each other's bodies under the thin
blanket (especially appeasing my infatuation
with the feel of her soft, bare vulva in my
hand).

As Carol made her rounds telling everyone to
make sure their tray tables were up and their
seat-backs in their full upright position, she
passed by me and said she would be in Orlando
at the Airport Marriott for three days, handing
me a Marriott business card with her room
number written on the back.  On my way to
baggage claim I phoned my husband and told him
I would be stuck at my meeting until Saturday.


-THE END-

(look for Part 2 in the future)

by Ginny Walker, 2003
Wet Yet?  If so email me at
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site
www.geocities.com/wcollege2001


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