persuaded Karen to have a double gin with a bit of tonic which visibly relaxed
her some more.
I slipped my hand down slightly from her hair to stroke her neck and her ear
lobes. She snuggled closer and reminded me of a purring cat. British Airways,
ever cooperative, chose that moment to dim the lights and to start the in
flight movie. I started taking a few liberties with where I moved my hands,
aided by the semi-darkness, but half expecting to be rebuffed as, after all, I
was fondling a girl who until a few minutes earlier had been a total stranger -
this was too good to be true! But I could not help noticing signs that my
efforts were stirring up her hormones; her face looked flushed, her eyes were
soft and her pupils large. My left hand closed over her left breast. She made
no effort to discourage me, so I gradually eased my hand into a position where
I could massage the slight mound of her nipple straining through the material
of her blouse and bra. By now, I felt rampant; my trousers bulged as if they
would burst and I began to wonder if we could satisfy our wildly growing
passions.
She snuggled closer and started stroking my leg in an absent minded kind of
way, fairly innocently near my knee. The arm of the seat was getting in our
way, luckily they hinge back, so I lifted it and took the opportunity to slide
my arm right around her left hip so as to push my hand under her thigh. The
hem of her skirt had ridden up enough for me to stroke her silk clad thighs. I
was pleased to find she was wearing stockings and not tights as I reached warm,
smooth, bare skin slid my fingers under the silky ribbon of her suspender
strap. She made no effort to discourage my wandering fingers, so, pulling her
closer I covered our laps with a BA blanket, and boldly stroked her thigh with
my other hand, working her skirt hem back as I went. She sighed and parted her
legs slightly when my hand moved along the last smooth inches of warm scented
upper leg and my fingers at last brushed gently against the thin silky material
of her knickers, tightly stretched over her sexual mound.
My cock throbbed with excitement and anticipation and I had to slow down and
mentally count to ten to avoid filling my pants with cum when I realised she
was not only going to let me reach my target, but was panting for me as much as
I was for her. I inserted my fingers as far as I could between her legs, and
stroked them gently along the warm and noticeably damp material covering her
cleft and up to the summit of her pubic mound. She sighed and gripped me tight
as my finger a deliberately sought and found her tiny clitoris. I felt her
hand cup the bulge in my trousers. We kissed long and passionately; it was
strange I thought to have got to such a level of intimacy without having kissed
before. I exercised as much self-control as I could muster as I felt the
exquisite feeling of her hand gently exploring my throbbing cock. In return,
my fingers pulled aside the warm silky gusset of her knickers; and I was able
to stroke warm downy hair and feel the soft, warm, wet and incredibly inviting
slippery crevice. I pushed two fingers into her soft hole, and gently massaged
it; I then rolled the flesh of her engorged entrance lips gently and firmly
between my finger and thumb. She clung to me more tightly, eyes closed, and
her hips shuddered; she sighed again and we kissed passionately.
…End of the part2. To be continued..
