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British AirlinesHi Readers,Recently, I took a trip to India for my companyrecruiting. I left Portland and arrived at UK in theearly morning. My friend Susie came to pick me up. Wehad a girl’s day out fun in London and I boarded theBritish Airlines Flight the next day. I found my seatand I put away my carry on bag and sat down with mylaptop. I sat waiting for the rest of the passengersto board. The airline hostess Jennifer was lookingvery hot, in her blue suit and her attractive longlegs. I was eyeing her the way she was helpingeveryone get settled in. Few minutes passed, I saw alady, maybe in her 30’s coming towards me. I watched,as she got closer trying not to be obvious that I wasenjoying the way her breast jiggled ever so slightly.I smiled as she sat next to me and thought that maybejust maybe this wouldn’t be such a god-awful flightafter all.About 20 minutes into the flight she spoke to me forthe first time as I was working on my laptop.She asked “Big report due when you land huh?”Slightly startled, I smiled and pushed the screen downon my laptop. I respond, “Yes, working on a newproposal and reading resumes of potential candidates”“Good for you,” she said, turning her body toward herme.The flight was on the runaway and taking off. In fewminutes, the pilot came on the intercom and waswelcoming everybody. The flight reached the maximumaltitude and was cruising to Mumbai.“I’m Purnima. You’re Uma, am I correct.”“Yes,” I said, obviously puzzled. “How did you know myname?”“Oh, I’m sorry. I saw the airline bag tag on yourlaptop bag. I assumed it was addressed to you.It looks like you have read your proposal few timesand hope got the right candidate.Only time will tell if it is good or bad, Purnima.I feel bit uncomfortable she said, she pulled her legsup under her, letting her skirt ride up a bit on herthighs.“I don’t mind flying when I can sit in first class,”she said. It gives me time for myself to think andfigure out where life is going. There isn’t enoughtime for that on the ground is there Uma?” askedPurnima.No, you’re right. It always seems like I’m runninghere to there. Sometimes I would just like to curl upon my sofa, pull a blanket over my head and sleep.“Oh, Uma, I know what you mean.Purnima smiled, idly letting her fingers glide up herleg, stopping just under the hem of her skirt. “Thisis another good place for private time, isn’t? Very,very private time,” said Purnima.I couldn’t help but look at Purnima’s legs, drawnthere by her own hand. There is something sostimulating about a leg drawn up under a gorgeouswoman. The sparkling panty hose outlines andhighlights in her hair, curves and the taut muscles.The legs pulled in, almost inviting you to follow themon their path up, under the skirt. It’s hard not tofeel horny on a late night flight, seated next to apretty sexy lady.The pilot signed off and the cabin lights were dimmedleaving just Purnima’s reading light shining on her.It was like a spotlight, the light traveled along thelines of her body. Most of the passengers were alreadydozing and I was ready to wind down for the day.Its going to be long flight to Mumbai, I miss myhubby. I was feeling very happy that Purnima wassitting next to me and not some smelly 50-year-old mantelling me his sorry story or his golf score.I was going thru few old emails and deleting them.One of the emails subject was, I LOVE YOU SWEETIE, IWISH I CAN FUCK YOU RIGHT NOW, PETER.How desperate your friend is, Purnima said.She startled me again.What? I asked.Sorry for being nosey, the letter with the subject ILOVE U, I know, it’s none of my business, Want to talkabout it?”I sighed a deep sigh and replied,It’s a letter is from my husband’s friend Peter.Trying to decide whether to open it or delete it.I told manisa escort her my story. (For all new comers, try to findUMA LEARNS A LESSON in the couple section)She was shocked to hear this, anyway enough about me,tell me about you.What brings you on this flight? Big conference ormeeting or somethingPurnima looked at me and saidYes, I work for a milk processing company in Lancasterand I’m on my way to Delhi for a meeting with someinvestors. It’s a sudden trip that spring up today.She talked and talked, I couldn’t keep my eyes off herstunning legs. My eyes were undressing her. Her cuteface and those lips so soft looking and full. I wouldlove to kiss those lips feel them pressed againstmine. I marvel what her naked skin would feel likenext to mine. I can almost feel her tongue twistingaround and dancing in my mouth or maybe licking myclit till I have an amazing orgasm. I shuddered alittle and thought to myself. I need to get fuckedtoday. I’m fantasizing about a complete stranger on aflight. I snapped back to attention when Purnimatouched my arm and called my name.Uma, hey Uma, what happened, u day dreaming.I shook my head, no just bit tired and must be thechampagne.I’m sorry, so what do you do, where do you live andwhy the trip to Mumbai.Girl, you were out cold. I told you everything aboutme.I am so sorry, I was totally out. I guess. I am verysorry.She said I feel very bad, what your hubby did?Oh its okay, I was bit turned on by his friend and bythe way, I was bit tired with my husband, wanted alittle change.You know Uma, you telling me the story about you andpeter is very erotic and is turning me on.I wish I can get to know, what really happened.I told her, I have it in word format, if you want toread it and you can even read at ISS website.I did a search for the file. Here, it is, I have foundit.I looked over to Purnima sitting there looking totallyexcited, her eyes lit up and her grin got wider.I turned my laptop and positioned it on her lapallowing my hand to brush her thigh. I heard a quickintake of breath from Purnima as she began reading mystory.Then she turned to me shock on her lovely face. WOW,you are her.Somewhat puzzled I asked ‘her’ who is that?She giggled and said, you wrote this.Oh my, this story is too much. I would have neverthought I would ever get to meet a person like u. Iabsolutely love your story and you are getting me wet.I blushed and watched as Purnima began to read mystory again.Oh my, said Purnima as she started reading from mycomputer screen.This is good. I think I need to get really comfy toget into this. Can you reach a blanket from theoverhead?I stood up and got the blanket and handed it toPurnima.Sitting in the last row of first class, almost darkplane and almost like we’re all alone, isn’t it Uma.I didn’t answer.Just watched as she spread the blanket out over herlap, pulled her knees up to her chest and slid herpantyhose off, down from her hips, over her very sweetass, up to her knees and down off the end of her toes.Pulling off her pantyhose, she pulled them out fromunder the blanket, balled them up, and stuffed theminto her purse.All done, Now, I can enjoy your story.But you know what I’d really like?I don’t want to read your story. I want you to read itto me. I want to sit here in the dark, curled up underthis blanket and just listen to your sweet voice.I had to admit that she was really making me horny.This very beautiful and sexy knew all the rightbuttons to push. Purnima reached down to her purse. Asshe did, the blanket slipped off part of her lap. Herlegs, still with her knees up to her chest, had pushedher skirt up. And as the blanket slid off I could seethe most delicate pair of cream silk panties that Ihad ever seen before. They were escort manisa so natural on Purnimathat it was hard to tell where her panty started andher skin began. If it weren’t for the mesh lace thattrimmed the panties through her crotch and around thewaistband, I would swear that her panties and she wereone. I could feel my own wetness grow.Purnima looked into my eyes and knew exactly what Iwas thinking.You like what you see Uma, she asked, but didn’t waitfor an answer.Please do this favor for me, would read your story tome.So we turned off all the lights, reading only by theglow of the pc screen.“I complained to Naveen many times and asked him notto make me wear sexy clothes in front of Peter but hedoes not listen to me. As a result, every time Peteris in our house, he always tries to undress me withhis eyes. Many times I told Naveen that Peter looks atme with lusty eyes and that I don’t like him. Healways replied that I should treat it like he is justpaying me a compliment and I should be grateful. Hewould ask, “Besides, Peter is a single guy, so what’sthe harm in letting him enjoy looking at your hot sexybody?” I am a sucker for flattery, and I generally getexcited hearing this from my husband, so I neverseriously objected to Peter’s lusting for my body.”I read and from the corner of my eye, I could seePurnima’s head tilted back, a soft smile on her faceand the actions under the blanket was clearlyidentifiable, circles, slowly at first and then morerapidly and a small stop.The blanket between her legs rose and then fell as theback of her hand push up against the blanket and thenher fingers into herself.I read how Peter was bringing me to climax, I couldsee Purnima’s ass come slowly off the seat, hold therewhile I knew her leg muscles were stiff under theblanket. I hear a slow whisper of breath from hermouth and her ass slowly came down to the seat. Icould hardly take in air. It wasn’t just that I couldfeel my own wetness. It was that every part of mesought to touch her.Oh Purnima, Oh PurnimaI let my hand slide under the blanket coming to a reston top of Purnima’s hand still inside her panties. Allthat was between our hands was the silk cloth that wasaround Purnima’s hand.Oh God, I thought. She’s going to make me cum justwith this touch.With that thought and her delicious scent of her verywet pussy.OOOOh it was making me so hot and horny.I couldn’t believe I was actually sitting there in theflight reading my story to a complete stranger whileshe pleasuring herself. I was drawn to this woman likea bee to a honey, my hand moved to her thigh; I had nocontrol over it anymore. When I touched her thigh Iknew I would be touching much more than her thighbefore the end of our flight. I turned to one side inmy seat and got a little closer to this mesmerizingwoman. My hand slid up and down her thigh. We werestaring into each other’s eyes and I could tell shewanted me to touch her as much as I wanted to touchher. I slid my hand down and to the inside of herthigh and gently touched the crotch of her panties. Ifelt her hand inside her and her panties were reallywet. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by thiscomplete outsider. But she had me under her spell assurely as a fly trapped in a spider web. I slowlyleaned in towards her and gently kissed her soft lips.She responded by opening her lips and sliding hertongue into my mouth.Her tongue was soft and firm and she licked theinsides of my mouth and caressed my tongue. The backrow in a BA flight first class provided the perfectcover for our rendezvous. The curtain was drawnbetween first and coach classes. No one was sittingacross from us. The cabin lights were low. All I couldsee was the light from the emergency lights framingher manisa escort bayan figure against the gloom of the window and theglow in Purnima’s eyes.As she pulled me in with her kiss, her arms reachedout to me, pulling my body to her. She raised the armbar between the chairs and pulled back her blanket. Ipushed her left leg behind me and pulled me into herand wrapped her right leg around me. I was pressed upto her, feeling her, smelling her, feeling as if thissensation was what I had longed for all my life. Yet,here we were on an airplane. If the lights come on,imagine our humiliation.And beyond her first name, I knew almost nothing aboutthis woman. What was this? Why was I so much taken bythis woman?Purnima let her tongue slide out of my mouth, trailingit along my lips, then gently nibbling my bottom lip,holding our mouths together just for a moment, lettingme taste every bit of her mouth.Uma, she said. “I want your hand to go now where mineis. I want to feel you, to have you take me, to knowthat you are moving me.”Oh my goodness, Purnima, I will do whatever you want,I said.I moved onto my side, stretching my legs across theseat, leaning against Purnima’s breasts and sitting inbetween her legs, the blanket giving us a measure ofprivacy. My hand slid down her stomach and then underthe elastic band of her panties and into her sweet hotwet dripping pussy.I was getting sooooooooooooo wet by moving my fingeraround Purnima.Oh my God, Uma. This is so good, she whispered into myear.Before I could answer, Purnima’s tongue found my mouthas her pelvis pushed up against my hand. Her tongueworked its way around my mouth, over my teeth; lickingmy lips, then back inside to connect with my tongue.Her tongue was fucking me every bit as much as myfingers were fucking her.I could feel the back of my knees tingle and my asstucking in. Climax was nearing. I had an orgasm like awaves at the beach. It was crashing against me overand over on me.Just then, the pilot came on the intercom and said, weare having some turbulence, please fasten your seatbelt.It must have been the turbulence added to our fun, Iclimaxed like I have never have. I was dripping,Purnima was cumming too. She held me tight. Shereleased for just a moment and then held on again.Another orgasm, Purnima was climaxing again. Her wholebody was up off the seat, her arms encircling me, hertongue fucking me in my mouth. Seeing all this, I hadan after shock and I exploded again.After this Purnima, simply fell back and let out asoft moan. Her fingernails scratched gently across myshoulders as her hands let go of their grip on me.Oh my, I thought to myself. What is this?Did I do what I think I just did?I looked over at Purnima who had a very vague lookupon her striking face and a small drop of sweat onher upper lip.We both fell asleep looking at each other. Nextthing, I remember was, I in Mumbai and airline hostessJennifer was waking me up.I woke up and Purnima was gone, I was feeling bitdizzy, it must been the champagne, I had.What happened to Purnima?Was it a dream, was Purnima real.I asked the Air Hostess, What happened to the person,who was sitting next to me.She said I am sorry miss. I do not remember anyonesitting next to you,Not sure, what happened during the night?Was it real or was it just my imagination. I must belosing my mind. I grabbed my stuffs and headed towardsthe exit. I was the last passenger out. I was still ina half baked mind. I did not even see my assistant,who came to pick me up.He was saying, Madam, Madam, Madam, Madam.Finally, I snapped out and answered to my assistant.He asked me, Madam are you okay? Did you havecomfortable journey. I reached my home and went tofreshen up. During my shower, I remembered, Purnimaleft scratch marks on me. I could not find any. I wasdisappointed again. The fun we had was so real.It was night, my maid cooked something, and I poweredon my pc to check my emails and sat down for dinner.And there it was a note saying, THANK YOU FOR THEWONDERFUL TIME.
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