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Do you write sex stories or sex-related texts? Register here to post. Posted Mon 30th of December Report. Introduction: coming down the aisle towards me, was an attractive dark haired woman.

For about the twentieth time, I looked down the aisle to see why we were not departing. To my surprise, coming down the aisle towards me, was an attractive dark haired woman.

Behind her I noticed the hostess closing the front door. I though she looked Brazilian, dark hair, olive complexion and wearing a dark blue dress that was buttoned right down the front.

The dress was fitting at the top, where it was stitched in patterns with light blue cotton; highlighting her breasts, and then flaring out over her hips, down to her ankles.

I had just spent a few days in Milan on company business, and had boarded a British Airways flight for London, departing Milan at p. The flight was not that full, so I asked for a row of seats to myself, as it had been a tough set of meetings and I wanted to catch some sleep, even though the flight was not all that long.

Because I was rather late to the check-in, I was informed that the only free row was down near the back. As I walked down the aisle, I noted that the rows towards the back of the plane all only had one or two persons in them, so plenty of people had the same idea as I did.

When I got to my seat, I found that I was in the second to last row — the row behind me was empty, I guessed it had been left free for the stewardesses to place their bags etc.

My seat was the aisle seat I always ask for that and I sat myself down, expecting to move over and spread out once the plane was in the air.

I was one of the last to board, so I glanced down the aisle, watching the final passengers for anyone that may have been placed in my row.

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When there had been no passengers boarding for 10 minutes or more, I started wondering what the delay was. That is until I saw Miss Brazil hit the aisle.

Then she came right down to the back, right beside me, looked at her ticket and exclaimed that she was sitting in the window seat of my row.

I did not complain, but leapt up, helped her get her travel bag into the overhead locker and ushered her past me. Once she was seated and had her handbag under the seat in front, I leaned across and spoke.

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It was a long ride getting here. I thought she sounded very nervous and thought to myself, that she looked a bit stressed out. I thought, not Miss Brazil after all, she must have been Miss Argentina.

I would have left her alone then, as I find most passengers just want to have their own space when flying. But she struck up a conversation and although nervous, seemed to want my companionship.

She was thirty two and she was married to an Italian guy in Verona, she had lived there for five years and been back home for monthly visits twice in those five years.

This time she was going back for 2 months.

I also found out she absolutely hated flying, in her words – it terrified her. She spoke English really well, with the sexiest accent, as you can imagine with that Latin blood.

In response to her questions, I told her that I was from New Zealand, had spent a few days in Milan on business and was visiting friends in London before travelling back home.

No one ever picks my age, but it is always nice when people argue that you must be much younger. As the engines started up, Sena leaned over and asked if I would sit by her, as she was scared.

So I lifted the arm rest, undid my belt and slid across into the centre seat. I was expecting the airhostess sat in the rear galley to jump up and tell me off, they usually do, but they were already all buckled in somewhere behind in the galley and could not see me.

I looked to see what the guy in the row opposite ours was thinking, but noted he was a very large man and already had his eyes closed, with his head on a pillow up against his window.

Sena seemed very keen to keep talking; I expect that her fear was driving her to be so talkative. It certainly was not upsetting me; I am always keen to entertain a pretty woman.

However I quickly noted by the panic stricken look on her face, that whatever I said, I was not going to alleviate her fear by telling her it was OK.

I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do to help her.

So I told her a couple of funny jokes and had her laughing, albeit nervous laughter. Then the aircraft bumped back, as the Tug moved the plane from the gate.

Before I could even move to comply, she reached over and wrenched my hand over her side of the armrest and gripped it in her lap with both hands.

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I swivelled around to look at her, and found myself looking into the eyes of one very frightened lady. I shifted my right hand onto her leg, with absolutely no intention other than to comfort her and let her know I was calm and everything was going to be alright.

But her reaction was quite the opposite of what I expected. Her legs parted slightly and she looked pleadingly into my eyes.

That slight of movement from Sena, the slightest opening movement of her legs, was enough. It told me that even though she was terrified, or probably because of it, she needed comforting.

Just to be sure, I leant over and whispered in her ear.

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I moved my hand a little higher, pushed down, taking the dress in between her legs and stroked the material up and down just above the knee.

I felt my fingers on the buttons, so slipped them through the buttons and stroked the bare flesh of her inner thigh. I could not believe she was going along with this.

I guessed she was just wanting comfort and not really thinking too far ahead, about where things may lead to. About this time they dimmed the lights for take-off, with an announcement that you could turn your reading light on if you wanted to read.

I leaned over to her again. And the guy opposite seems to be fast asleep, so relax and I will watch to see no one is looking.

So I slipped my hand out from between her legs and opened the two buttons in her lap. She gave me a bit of a worried look that is on top of the look of terror that was still deeply set in her eyesso I gave her my best smile and told her it would be OK and I would keep a lookout.

Sena leant forward and grabbed the blanket from the floor and pulled it up onto her knees.

I knew then for certain that I could do almost whatever I liked, so I flicked the rest of the buttons open right down to her knees and opened the blanket up for her a bit so she could cover herself if needed.

The blanket seemed to give her some security, and she opened her legs a bit more.

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I spread her dress apart and took in the view of her beautiful tanned legs all the way up to a pair of white lace knickers.

Her seat belt actually helped to keep the dress apart at her waist and I undid two more of the lower buttons and slipped the dress outside her knees.

Moving my hand back between her legs, I massaged from her knees right up to those lacy almost transparent knickers.

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All this time we had been running down the taxiway, but suddenly we stopped. Sena jerked her legs together, covered herself and looked to see what was happening.

I calmly leaned over to her ear and explained we were just in the queue waiting for permission to take off. I pushed the blanket to the side, applied slight pressure and she opened her legs again.

Again I proceeded to stroke may hand from knee to crotch, lingering around her mound each time I reached the top of her legs and giving it nudges with my knuckles.

This seemed to be having the desired affect and calming her a little, so at the end of one stroke, I cupped her mound and pushed a finger against her slit.

Keeping a little pressure on, my finger worked her knickers into the warm confines between her pussy lips. Suddenly there was an announcement from the captain.

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We are behind three other aircraft waiting for clearance to take off. There is going to be a slight delay of maybe ten minutes or so. Please stay in your seats and relax, we will be on our way soon.

I just kept moving my hand slowly up and then down in between her legs, all the time feeling her panties getting wet around my finger.

Moving my hand away from her panties, I stroked down inside one leg and up the other leg. Now that there was more time, I did not want to move too quickly.

But every time my hand reached the top of her legs, I made sure it brushed across her mound and down the other leg again. Her knickers now had a dark wet stain on them and that had made them almost transparent; I could see a narrow landing strip of black pubic hairs pointing down to the wet patch that now revealed the glistening, pouting lips of her pussy.

I got a desperate urge to see more, so I took her hand that was holding the blanket and moved it up to her left hip and hooked her fingers under the thin strip of lace on that side of her briefs, then took the band the was on her right hip in my hand and started to pull her briefs down.

This was too easy; I kept pulling them past her knees, deciding I wanted a souvenir. Sena put up the first real resistance when I pulled her panties over her knees and down to her feet.

She gave up reluctantly and lifted each foot to let me take them off.

16.01.2020 – The next time I dragged my fingers up her legs I moved them up through her slit around her clit, close but not touching it and tried to lift her hand away from mine. No personally-identifiable information is collected or used in this process. I was watching intently, my glaze did not move from their bodies.

I placed her panties down between my legs, and then returned to stroking her legs and running my fingers up around her mound.

Looking into her eyes, I could see she was still really terrified. I felt the plane move forward and knew we were that much closer to the runway.

I only had one hand to work with still; as Sena still had a very firm grip on my left hand which she was holding against her stomach.

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The next time I dragged my fingers up her legs I moved them up through her slit around her clit, close but not touching it and tried to lift her hand away from mine.

But she was having none of it, she just gripped it tighter.

So I returned down, cupped her mound and slid my fingers in between her lips. It was like playing a flute, every finger had a part to play, I sorted out all the most sensitive spots and moved her juices around so every finger was picking up juice from her vaginal opening and spreading it over the lips, clit and down onto her butt hole.

I re-arranged my fingers so that two of them were pushing against her opening, while the others were still working each side of her clit and opening her up like a flower, so I could watch what was happening.

The plane moved forward again — another plane taken off. I let them slip in a small amount and then held them there, bending the tips up onto the roof of her vagina and continued to work on her clit with my thumb and first finger.

She was definitely working at getting herself of now, so I helped out by moving my left hand down to her mound and rolling it over so that her own fingers on the hand still gripping mine, rested up against her clitoris.

I then indicated that she should work at it herself. As she touched it I pushed my fingers in again, but again she tried to move them away, so I pulled my fingers all the way out of her this time.