


 
  Jan, 2007.  The Plane Trip,Part One.

   I've been exchanging emails with a really nice couple, named John and
Tylie, who have sent me pictures and hot replies that have made me so horny
I have had to finger myself to orgasms or burst with the tension buildup. I
have never web cammed or chatted live with them, though they have offered,
even going so far as to asking me to phone and block my number to verify
that I am a real girl, which I thought would be fairly obvious from my
writings, but what do I know.  I guess some people just can't let it be a
fantasy, they want the real me in the flesh, but that's not the intent of
the sites where I post my stories, or I wouldn't do it, ever.  Don't get me
wrong, I love getting, and sending, sexy hot emails, but that's as far as I
want it to go.  I am really paranoid since I got hacked by a guy in 2006
that scared me terribly and left me with a deathly fear of it happening
again, so I have sworn I will never let anyone get that close to me again
on the net.

   But, the more I thought about it and the more I gazed with passion at
her sweet cunt lips and his yummy penis in the pictures they sent, the more
I realized I just had to have them make love to me or I would die of
frustration and longing, not ever knowing what it might have been like. 
How is it you can sometimes fall in love with a picture, not ever having
met the person, or as in this case two persons, and married at that?  I
just knew I had to find out.

   So, with much apprehension, I decided to take them up on their
invitation and take the biggest gamble of my young life.  We arranged a
time when I could get off work, and when they had a clear calendar from all
their own activities, and then it was "Game on!" as those silly guys Garth
and Wayne said in Wayne's World, I was good to go.  But my knees were
trembling so bad I could hardly drive to Spokane to catch the plane.

   Since it was still hot out in the dark early morning hours from the
scorching 94 degree day yesterday, I decided to wear my little pink
backless mini slip dress that is my favorite, with the tiny spaghetti
straps that let the modified vee neck hang loose on the ends of my nipples.
It is so sexy feeling to wear, silky and caressing my body with every swish
of the material when I walk.  And it is really short!  I slid on my little
Eddie Bauer Strappy Slides which show off my pink toenails, and with my
hair pulled back in a pony tail I thought I looked like the little sexy,
underage appearing, slut that I am fast becoming, which I was sure would
drive Tylie and John wild with lust when they met me at the Reno airport.

   I heard gasps and hushed "Did you see that?" comments as I strutted down
the concourse, feeling lusting gazes undressing me as I passed groups of
business men and ladies who were commuting on the early morning red eye
flight that I was taking to Seattle, where I would catch my connecting
flight to Reno.

   The light from the overhead fluorescent lights shone through my thin
little sundress as I stared at my reflection in the black glass of the
windows that looked out on the tarmac, and I shivered.  I was in such a
high state of arousal that I had to keep clenching my legs tight to stop
the moisture from my swollen cunt lips from dripping down the insides of my
legs.  My rock hard nipples were pushing the silk out so I could see down
to my navel and the top of my smooth shaven little slit, and I kept slowly
twisting back and forth, as I stood there, to make the material tease my
nipples even more until my breasts were so swollen they ached,

   I moaned softly as I slowly slid into a cool plastic seat to wait for my
flight.  The sliding motion pulled the dress tight up into my rear end
crack and I almost came from the delicious feelings racing up and down my
body.  I forced myself to relax and stop trembling until I could once again
notice in my peripheral vision the other people in the lounge area, several
of which were staring at me with lust written all over their faces.

   The ETA for my flight was still a little while off so I asked the little
girl seated next to me to please watch my carry on.  She smiled and said
she would, so I got up and pulled my dress out of my crack, and then
smoothed the top over my hard nipples and headed over to the coffee shop to
get something to drink, and try to calm my jangled nerves.

   I sat down at one of the little round tables and sipped the French Roast
coffee as I looked around at my fellow travelers.  I noticed one large man
at an adjacent table on my left ogling the side of my breast, which always
shows from that angle, since the dress is cut so low on the sides and down
to my butt crack in the back.  I like it because it is so cool, and it
makes me feel like I am naked in public whenever I go out wearing it, which
is almost the truth the way the silk billows and shifts and flashes skin
all over the place, especially in back where it flashes the tops of my buns
when I walk sometimes.  And if someone is standing really close behind me
and looks down when I turn even the slightest it usually causes them to
gasp when they can see I am clearly naked under the dress.

   I turned to look at the guy and he diverted his gaze quickly as he
blushed.  I chuckled to myself at his discomfort, "Dream on, big fella',
you haven't got a chance of getting in this little girl's pants." Of course
he couldn't know that there were actually no pants to get into, since I am
always naked under my clothes due to my overly sensitive nerve endings,
which you all know about by now if you have read any of my stories on the
net.

   Finally the intercom crackled, and then the clerk announced, "Alaska,
Flight 180 for Seattle, now boarding at Gate 3A".  I went over and thanked
the little girl for watching my stuff.  She grinned and looked at my
nipples tenting the top of my sundress and her cute little mouth dropped
open as she gasped.  Then she blushed when she saw me noticing what she was
doing.  I grinned down at her and patted her little blonde curls, and she
relaxed a little, and smiled sheepishly.

   When they called for general boarding she, and her mother and I, all
gathered up our gear and headed over to the door which opened onto the down
ramp to the plane.

   The stewardess took our tickets and we eventually found our seats in the
plane.  I was pleasantly surprised that my seatmates for the flight were to
be the same little girl and her pretty young mother.  I had the window
seat, but gave it to the little one so she could watch the lights below as
we took off and soared into the clear Northwest sky.  Once we reached
thirty thousand feet and leveled off, the pilot dimmed the cabin lights,
and the `fasten seatbelt' light went out.  I undid my belt, reached up and
turned on the little overhead spotlight, and then leaned over to pull the
magazine out of the seatback carrier in front of me.

   I heard a sharp intake of breath from the girl's mother on my left as
the top of my dress fell away from my body and revealed my firm breasts
with the pink nipples jutting out on top.  I sat back, taking my time
rearranging my top as the lady panted softly beside me.  I pretended not to
notice, but my body started reacting in the same way it always does when I
know someone is lusting after me.  My breasts started swelling and my
nipples started extending and my cunt started seeping moisture out slightly
onto my hot little cunt lips, which were growing puffier from the increased
blood flow.

   I paged through the magazine, not really seeing any of the writing since
I was so tuned into the lady next to me who was mesmerized by my little
body.  I turned my head to look at her in the soft glow from the overhead
light as she blushed and smiled guiltily as she licked her lips.

   "Hi, I'm Jan," I said as I held out my hand to shake.  The movement of
my shoulders caused the loose fitting spaghetti strap to slide off my
shoulder and the top slid down to where it was just barely hanging on the
pebbled tip of my right nipple.  I casually slid it back up and rearranged
the top by pulling it out, then smoothing it back down over my swollen
breasts.  The lady's eyes flashed down and she gasped as she watched my
exhibition.

   Her hand was shaking badly as she stuttered and stammered out her name
and shook mine slowly, still staring at my body, "H--, h---, h---, hi," she
gasped, "I'm Sharon.  And that little imp by the window is Claire, my
daughter."

   I turned back around to the little girl and she stuck her little hand in
mine as she grinned and said, "Hi!" to me.  I smiled at the blue eyes
sparkling at me, and instinctively leaned over and kissed her little pug
nose, and she giggled and rubbed it with the back of her hand.

   Sharon watched me and said over my shoulder, "Be careful, she is a
pretty wild little girl.  She may talk you to death once she gets started."

   I laughed and turned back toward her and when I did my top gaped open
again and I reached up and readjusted it, never taking my eyes off her face
while she again ogled me as her mouth fell open slightly and sweat formed
on her upper lip.  I reached down and pulled the armrest up and into the
back of the seat, and as I did my arm brushed her bare skin.  She
shuddered, and then jerked her arm away like I had scalded her.

   I reached over and laid my hand on her smooth leg below the hem of her
mini dress and whispered, "Are you as turned on as I am?" She looked down
at my hand and then leaned her head back against the seat and closed her
eyes, then slowly nodded as her lips quivered and I felt a shudder run up
and down her body.

   "I don't know what's happening here, I've never been attracted to people
of my own sex before, and I don't know how to handle it," she moaned
softly, as she placed her hand over mine and pushed down as she
unconsciously pulled it upward on her thigh.  I felt a warm little arm
pushing against me from the other side and looked back at the little girl
who was now leaning around my shoulder to see what her mom was panting
about.

   Just then the stewardess came walking up the aisle asking if we wanted
something to eat or drink.  The lady jerked her hand away, embarrassed, and
the stewardess just winked at me and chuckled.  I grinned back, noticing
the quick `checking out the little sexy girl' look in her eyes, and then
another wink to let me know she was onto me, and then the return to the job
at hand, all professional attitude again.

   She passed our pop cans over as we opened up the little trays and
lowered them into position, then she handed us the snack packs with the
pastry and nuts inside.  I helped the little girl get set up and then
turned again to Sharon and watched her peering at me as she sipped on her
straw.  Her eyes kept flicking down to my dress top and back as I shifted
to let her get another really good look at what she apparently wanted now
pretty badly.  She squeezed her legs tight and then spread them and I ran
my hand up her thigh again as she moaned around the straw between her lips.
As we ate and sipped I gradually moved my fingers up until I could push the
fabric of her tight sheath dress into the folds of her outer labia and she
shuddered and gasped, almost gagging on her soda.

   I pushed down while I moved my palm over her clit, which I could feel
poking up under my hand, and I curled my fingers under the hem of her short
mini and pushed on the now wet material of her thong.  She opened her
shaking legs and I slid one finger under the little patch of material and
ran it up and down between her moist cunt lips and she jerked and twisted
in her seat as she stared at me and sucked on her straw and panted in
between sips.  I kept teasing her unmercifully until she was panting and
humping my hand faster and faster, shoving her mound up off the seat
against my probing fingers until she jerked one last time and clinched her
legs tight around my fingers and shuddered from her orgasm, while clamping
her teeth down hard on the straw to keep from gasping out loud, so the rest
of the passengers, most of whom were dozing , wouldn't hear.

   I grinned as she finally recovered, and then she leaned in close and
whispered, "Thanks, Jan; I was so horny I didn't know what to do.  I was
contemplating going back to the ladies' room and doing just what you did to
me, but this was soooo much better!"

   After we finished and put the trays back up and locked them in place the
little girl started to get sleepy, as all little kids do when the engines
are droning and lulling them softly.  She turned toward me and slid over
the arm rest onto my right leg and snuggled up against me as I hugged her
and kissed her forehead.  Her little shorts were pulled up tight between
her little cunt lips and they stuck out the sides as she rubbed them over
my bare thigh unconsciously as she dozed.  God, they were sooo soft and
puffy!  The constant motion was slowly pushing my silk dress higher and
higher on my legs until I felt a breeze washing over my moist cunt from the
overhead blower.

   I looked down at my hem as it tantalizingly continued to reveal more and
more of my bare slit.  Sharon was gasping as she stared at my cunt coming
into view, and she reached over and ran her hand in circles on my hot thigh
which sent shock waves surging up my spine.  She panted, "God, Jan, you
look young enough to be my daughter.  I wish you were.  I'd make love to
you all the time.  Your perky breasts and stiff nipples are making me so
wet!  And your tight little moist cunt looks so swollen and sexy I want to
run my tongue over it and suck your juices into my mouth!" As she said that
she raised her other hand and trailed her fingernails over my swollen left
breast through the silky material and twirled my nipple as she tugged it
outward, causing me to jerk up off the seat from the shock waves surging
through my exceedingly turned on little body.

   I glanced around to make sure nobody was noticing what we were doing and
caught the eye of the big man who had been in the coffee shop earlier
staring at me out of the gloom from the seat across the aisle and one row
up.  He was twisted around staring and his mouth was hanging open as he
panted at the erotic scene being played out in our row.

   I jumped when the stewardess appeared from out of nowhere and handed me
a blanket as she said, "Honey, you better cover up, the other passengers
might not like to watch you as much as I do." Then she reached over and
turned out the overhead spotlight.  I grinned and opened the blanket over
my lap and pulled it up to my chin, wrapping it over the little girl
snoozing on my leg, and the hand of her mother, which was creeping ever
higher and higher on my bare leg.  I reclined my seat so I was hidden from
the rows across and reached down and pulled Sharon's hand up and onto my
mound.  Just then Claire shifted on my leg and started nuzzling my breast
like a little puppy looking for a teat to suck on.  She finally found my
stiff nipple and closed her little soft lips around it and began to suck on
me as she humped my leg in her sleep.  Her warm little tongue slipping up
and down on my nipple as she sucked sent delightful little twinges down my
body, making my cunt ooze even more.

   The little girl kept slowly moving her body up and down my leg, leaving
little wet spots now as she dreamed of something which was turning her
little body on.  My dress was up around my waist as Sharon began to slide
one and then two fingers up into my wet cunt.  I was trembling with desire
as I lifted the girl gently above my right leg and with the help of her
mother shrugged my silk dress off my shoulders and then slid it out from
under my rear and let it slide down my legs to the cabin floor by my feet.
I kicked my sandals off and freed the dress from my ankles and was now
totally naked under the blanket as the little girl continued to dry hump my
leg and pull my breast into her tiny mouth as she sucked, while her mother
finger fucked me faster and faster, while flicking my clit over and over,
until I was being driven up the wall.  The rough fabric on the seat cover
caressed my naked butt and my breasts were so swollen they ached, and my
nipples were throbbing.

   I turned my head toward Sharon and she leaned over and kissed me
tentatively, and then harder, and ran her tongue into my panting mouth.  I
sucked on it greedily as I held onto her arm and jerked and twisted as she
fingered me faster and faster.

   "Unh, unh, unh," I panted, as I humped her hand, and her fingers pulled
and pushed and tugged gently on my soaked clit.  I spread my legs as wide
as I could and pulled her hand tight to my mound to force her fingers
further up my hungry little cunt, and I whispered frantically, " Oh, God,
Sharon, I'm gonna' come!  Oh, oh, oh, unh, unh, oh God, here I come!" I
gasped, as the orgasm started pummeling me around in my seat.  I slid my
right hand down under the little girl's loose shorts and panties and
kneaded her soft little rear end as the waves rolled up and down and the
contractions started in earnest, jerking me up and down.

   Sharon was turned fully toward me so I was hidden from the aisle as the
gyrations forced the blanket down more and more until it finally fell to
the floor beside my sundress and sandals.  Now I was jerking up off the
seat stark naked with Sharon's fingers deep in my cunt and the blast of air
from the overhead vent blowing on my sweaty body as the final huge
contractions hit me.  I clinched my legs tight around her hand and hung
onto the little girl's butt and her mother's arm, and threw my head back
and bit my lower lip to keep from screaming as the thrills kept coming over
and over.

   Then they slowly ebbed, vibrating up and down like thousands of little
tingly electric shocks under my skin

   The last thing I remembered before I swooned was looking up at the
smiling stewardess who was now shielding me from the passengers and pulling
the blanket up over my spent little body with the sleeping little blonde
girl nestled in my arms, still glued to my naked breast.  I remembered
thinking as the gray descended that they probably see all sorts of things
like this on their flights, and maybe this wasn't so out of the ordinary,
and maybe she wouldn't have me arrested when we landed in Seattle,
hopefully -------, and then I no longer cared as I drifted off into la la
land, humming to myself, "Come fly with me, come fly down to Peru" -------,
and dreamily remembering how my sweet Daddy always changed `llama land' to
`la la land' and I would have giggling fits at the funny words as he rocked
me to sleep on his lap-----

   Next time: My flight continues.




   

