Message-ID: <43926asstr$1060949405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030815044000.13823.qmail@web60003.mail.yahoo.com> From: Ginny Walker MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2003 21:40:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Fly the Friendly Skies Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 08:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar 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 ------------------------------------------------ --------------- "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 __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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