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The first time I caught sight of her was at the check-in line at DFW airport on a sticky, hot Sunday afternoon. Her rear view was stunning, making me wonder if the slim brunette dressed in black was a cover girl or model. Her long, glossy hair cascaded in waves down her back, almost reaching the silver belt which marked the tidy line where her stylish white top tucked into her tight, pencil skirt. She was dressed conservatively for business but her lovely figure and her casual elegance made her instantly noticeable – to me, at least. Like all women, I tend to notice other well-dressed, attractive women and, even though it isn’t a sexual thing, girls notice other girls in ways that men don’t. This is especially true if they are beautiful women with nice figures who dress attractively for business yet still manage to look beautiful and sexy at the same time, like this girl. Her burgundy shoes had four inch heels, which made her legs look fantastic and I couldn’t help admiring how great she looked from behind.
I boarded the flight to Hong Kong and took my place in the business class seat that I had managed to persuade Pete to waste our precious corporate funds on. Pete was my boss and he loved me. He knew I would be a happier, more productive employee if I was upgraded on his bullshit mission to Hong Kong, and also that I wouldn’t rub his nose in the inconvenience he was putting me to by cutting short my weekend.
People slowly inched past the empty seat next to me and I closed my eyes for a few minutes wondering which of the endless stream of ghastly, overweight businessmen or gaudy tourists would flop down into it. Probably a businessman, since the tourists almost always sit at the back of the bus. The worst case scenario would be a platinum flyer on vacation who generously let his horrible child sit up in first to experience the never-ending irritating video games.
I was woken from my pleasantly soporific state by a lovely female fragrance, and I was delighted to open my eyes and see the pretty brunette stowing her luggage above my seat. Since she was on tiptoes reaching over my head, it was hard not to notice her very well-filled black lace push-up bra underneath her white blouse. I found myself admiring her curvy figure as she succeeded in forcing her bag into the overhead. Her boarding pass lay on the blue leather of the seat next to me. 3A Sandra Black, I read. How appropriate that she has black hair and picks black underwear, I mused. I really must find out what her wonderful fragrance is and where she buys her sexy shoes.
I managed to stand up so she could pass me to get to the window seat. She smiled gratefully at me as she sat down elegantly on the padded leather, then flicked through a few screens on her smart phone while I resumed my seat and surreptitiously studied her. She was quite young but looked like a high flyer since she travelled business after all. I wondered if she had a boss like Pete who doted on her and encouraged her to spend whatever she wanted on expenses.
I liked how well put-together she was. Her clothes were elegant and expensive, with perhaps just a bit too much sex appeal. Her low-cut lacy black bra was meant to be visible, and you could tell it was designer lingerie. The straightness of her silver belt contrasted with the full roundness of her breasts under the crisp white blouse. Now that I looked more closely it wasn’t one of those push-up bras that enhance a girl’s assets — she was simply very well endowed. Perhaps she was an actress or entertainer. In any event her sexy look would serve her well in the man’s world in which we business women compete, I reflected. She would certainly get the attention of men. Her demure blouse exposed a tantalizing amount of sun bronzed flesh in the cleavage between her generous breasts. She wore no pantyhose but, with her smooth, flawless skin and muscular bare legs, she really didn’t need to. The outline of her quads made aesthetically pleasing contours all the way up her tanned thighs, making her look like a runner. Her face was pretty and very appealing with a natural smile revealing nice, white teeth. I immediately wanted her to be my friend.
After takeoff I sipped on a red wine then fell into a deep sleep, only slightly troubled by the prospect of developing new relationships with strange, Chinese customers. I slipped into a pleasant dream in which I was shopping at Nordstrom and pretty brunette assistants were bringing me lacy black bras and tight skirts to try on while I slipped my feet into sexy, burgundy high heels.
I awoke with Sandra’s fragrance suddenly very close to me and her hand on my shoulder indicating she wanted to get out of her seat to use the restroom. I groggily got up and marveled at her poise and grace as she slid easily out of her seat and squeezed carefully past me leaving a pleasant wake of Christian Dior perfume. It was almost completely dark in the sparsely occupied cabin. I must have missed dinner, I reflected ruefully. Pete’s investment mostly wasted, since dinner is one of the main benefits of the extra $1,000. It must be the most expensive Kadıköy travesti dinner in the world.
The only glow was from multiple screens showing Lethal Weapon 2 and a movie featuring an incredibly dull-looking couple that I could not have given a rat’s ass about. I sat down and immediately fell asleep again. When I awoke this time, Sandra was stepping over me to resume her seat. She was trying not to wake me but since my footrest was extended she had to climb over my feet, her athletic right leg stretched way over me as she turned to face me. She had lifted her tight skirt up to give herself maximum stretch, exposing her beautiful, bare thighs and her pretty, lacy panties which I could see were decorated with a tiny pink bow.
She didn’t seem to execute this maneuver quite as gracefully as when she exited – she lost her balance mid-step and fell forward suddenly, her legs straddling mine, placing her hands on my shoulders. Her lovely face was very close to mine in the semi-darkness and I could see her white teeth as she apologized in an embarrassed way. Her soft hair touched my face. She smelt of Dentine and perfume — she was absolutely gorgeous. I don’t think I’m bi or anything, but I was definitely experiencing a reaction being so close to this beautiful woman. Just a little bi-curious perhaps, and there’s nothing wrong with that is there?
There was a very long minute while I gazed at the deep plunge of her cleavage and let my eyes stray down to where I could just see her panties above her bared thighs. Her legs were wide apart over mine, and, in my dozy state, I felt pleasantly warm at the sudden intimacy of being so close to this very sexy woman. I could appreciate why men love a lap dance. I wondered if they were thong panties. I had an urge to hold her hips to steady her. I flushed hotly at the thought as I let my eyes dwell on her beautiful big breasts before settling on her lovely smiling eyes. She had seen my checking out her boobs, which only made me blush more. The moment felt like an eternity, but it was probably only a few seconds before she gathered herself together to pull herself over into her seat.
“Sorry about that,” she whispered so as not to disturb the other passengers, leaning close to me. She looked quite lovely in the dim reflected light — her white teeth smiling at me in the semi darkness. She had freshened up her lipstick and her lips looked dark and glossy — and were so close to mine. More of her cleavage seemed to be exposed than before, and she was touching my arm.
Long haul flights are interminable, and the drone of the aircraft sent me back to sleep again, dreaming sweetly of beautiful girls in black bras and pink panties. I was awakened in the darkness by a soft whimpering sound next to me. I glanced over to see Sandra leaning back in her fully reclined seat, breathing deeply and murmuring, with her eyes closed and her hand moving under the gray airline blanket. I couldn’t believe that this lovely young woman was touching herself — but she was most definitely masturbating. No doubt about it. I watched in fascination as she slowly flexed her body, making little gasps of arousal while her hand moved between her legs. Her beautiful mouth was partly open and she was breathing deeply. She seemed half asleep, and I watched intrigued for several minutes as she pleasured herself intimately. I was shocked that she would be touching herself so uninhibitedly as the other passengers dozed, oblivious to her sexual arousal. She started to breathe more heavily, making little gasps, then raised one knee as she parted her legs further to make more room for her hand. To my delight, the blanket slid away, revealing a strong, bronzed thigh and her hand inside her pink panties, which quivered as she moved. It was incredibly sexy to watch another girl masturbate and I could feel my body starting to respond. I studied the dim light rippling off the long curve of her tensed quadricep. She was so gorgeous — her lithe, athletic body was flexing with arousal. She moaned quietly in her excitement, her eyes still closed, apparently unaware that she no longer had a blanket covering her movements, and I found myself staring fascinated at her hand between her parted legs, thrust deep into her little panties. Even in the dim light I could see her fingers moving under the soft cotton material, luxuriously pleasuring her pussy. She really knew how to excite herself.
Watching how slowly and luxuriously she was bringing herself closer to orgasm was intoxicating and made me very aroused. I could feel my heart rate increasing as my body started to respond to this close-up erotic display.
I moved slightly in my seat and realized that the front of my own panties was absolutely soaking wet. I had woken from my sexy dream to witness this unbridled display of female sexual abandon and it had really stirred up my libido. My cheeks were burning and my pussy felt very hot. All of a sudden I caught the fragrance of her hot sex and I could sense that she was giving herself a wonderful orgasm. Her whole body tensed and she gave a little Kadıköy travestileri gasp and then shuddered, holding her breath with both hands clamped between her thighs. After a pause, she relaxed with a long sigh and opened her eyes, looking right at me. I’m not sure who was the most embarrassed, but we looked at each other for a long moment.
“Oh, God.” She said simply, removing her hand from her panties.
“No, it’s OK” I reassured her hurriedly.
But she seemed very embarrassed, and got up, red faced, climbing over me once more to get to the bathroom. While she was away I hoped fervently I hadn’t lost the opportunity to get to know her better. I wanted to be her friend more than ever now. Meanwhile I felt so horny I had to put my hand between my legs to touch myself. My nipples tingled and my pussy was deliciously wet. I followed Sandra’s lead and put my hand under the waistband of my panties and pushed it all the way inside so I could sink one finger into the wet heat there. It felt amazing — so liquid and slippery. Shifting my position I opened my legs further like Sandra had done so could touch my hot cunt properly. This was so unlike me, and so delightfully naughty, but nobody was paying me any attention and in any case it was pretty dark in the cabin. I closed my eyes luxuriously and found myself imagining lesbian girls together while I touched myself more deeply.
I was dreamy and my whole being felt all gooey and sexy. I gently fondled my clitoris while I enjoyed a wicked little daydream of undoing Sandra’s pretty bra. I fantasized about releasing her lovely big breasts and holding them naked against my own. I thrust two fingers deep inside my pussy while I held onto the mental image, letting myself luxuriate in the fantasy of feeling another girl’s warm, bare breasts against mine, squashing them together, perhaps accompanied by a secretly hot lesbian kiss… With a sudden gasp I came forcefully, crushing my hand between my thighs and panting in shock as my flooded pussy pulsed around my wet fingers. I couldn’t ever remember getting so aroused so fast, and being so completely out of control in a semi-public place. It felt amazing — dirty, sexy and exciting — but I reluctantly withdrew my hand and sank back into my wide leather seat — feeling shaken and spent. I looked around but thankfully nobody seemed to have noticed. The plane droned on and people dozed as if nothing had happened. Nobody seemed to be aware that I had just masturbated over my first real lesbian fantasy, and that it was like an awakening in me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sexy female fragrance of my fingers. I immediately longed to do it again.
When she came back I was once again treated to a wonderful view of her gorgeous boobs confined in her black bra as she climbed over me. Her big breasts were just asking to be let free. I have never been with another girl before but I realized I was getting quite hot and dreamy in a sleepy, sexy way. The thought of what was in her bra made me feel weak and sweaty.
“I got us a couple of these while I was up.” She said, holding out four airline size wine bottles with cups that she had been clutching. In the semi-darkness we poured wine and drank in silence. I was trying to decide what to say to this sexy goddess, but it was she who broke the silence. Softly, so nobody else could hear, she said,
“I have a bit of a confession.”
“Yes?” I said encouragingly, wanting her to go on,
She smiled shyly, “You know, um, before…when I was half asleep? I dreamed that I was at home in bed. That’s why I was touching myself”
“Yes, I know,” I said, “it made me feel very sexy to watch you.”
With a lovely smile she said she hoped nobody other than me had seen her. I assured her nobody had and she replied,
“That’s good. I don’t mind that you saw me, but nobody else.”
We talked for a long time, and after we finished our second miniature wine bottle each, this incredibly beautiful, sexy woman suddenly leaned over to my seat and kissed me very deliberately but very softly on the mouth. Her confidence was a real turn-on. She was so sexy, so in control and so desirable, I just parted my lips for her and melted into the kiss without resisting or even thinking about it. It was a long, sensual kiss and felt incredibly intimate in the darkness. It was so erotic it seemed like an extension of my earlier sexual fantasies, but this was real. Her soft lips felt warm and moist and I welcomed her slippery tongue as she slid it deeply into my mouth. In no time we were kissing deeply, pressing our mouths together like lovers. It felt fantastic.
I didn’t think of it as a lesbian kiss — I didn’t even realize that at the time that this could be the start of a major same-sex relationship. I was just consumed with the desire to kiss her, and with the exploration of a woman’s soft, supple mouth — so different from a man’s. I loved that we were having such a long, secret kiss. Nobody could really see us even though we were in a public place which made it all the more of a turn-on. It was deliciously Travesti kadıköy sexy, and every time she entwined her tongue with mine it turned my stomach to jelly and my pussy into hot glue.
“I have another confession.” She whispered between kisses. “When I was touching myself I was thinking about you.”
We were still kissing when the lights came on and we made our final approach into Hong Kong. I felt like a guilty teenager at the movies. My overheated pussy was very wet and swollen, and it ached to be touched. As we touched down on the runway she leaned close and whispered an invitation to come to her hotel room with her. Without a moment’s hesitation I accepted, feeling a warm flush of pleasure down my whole body as I said yes to her, watching her lovely dark eyes sparkle with pleasure at my response.
I couldn’t wait to get to her hotel so I could just hold her lovely body. I knew we were going to have sex and I was incredibly excited at the thought of it. My stomach was turning inside out with the anticipation of what we might do together in private. I was fascinated by her lovely big breasts and desperately wanted to take off her bra so I could feel them, warm and naked in my hands. I trembled with excitement at the thought of allowing such an attractive woman to touch my pussy. I badly wanted her to.
Somehow it was Monday afternoon when we came out of the airport. I loved watching the way her tight skirt swished from side to side as she walked ahead of me to the taxi rank. We held hands in the taxi, and I pressed my leg against her beautiful thigh. I felt alive with arousal. I stood back as she checked in at the Hong Kong Peninsula (high flyer indeed!). I could tell Pete he had saved money on a room, and he would probably think I had slept with some random man. But nothing was further from my mind. I was looking forward to making love to a beautiful woman for the first time, and I wanted it to last all night long.
As soon as she closed the door on the bellboy she took me gently in her arms, pulled me to her warm, curvy body and kissed me lovingly and deeply for a very long time. Her confidence was so sexy I couldn’t resist anything she did, even if I wanted to. She was gentle with me but at the same time passionate with her kisses. Her beautiful big breasts pressed against mine while her hands were moving all over my body, exploring me, unbuttoning and unzipping my clothes as she did so.
Kissing another girl was intoxicating. My heart was pounding but I still felt dizzy with pleasure and arousal. My pussy was swimming with my wetness and I found it incredibly exciting that my body and my mind were both screaming that I wanted so much to go to bed with this gorgeous, hot sexy woman. I felt so lucky to be with her. I thought I could fall head over heels in love with her forever. I couldn’t stop the delicious sensation of sliding completely into her beautiful, exploring mouth until her soft lips and her whole, lovely body enveloped me in warmth and love.
I let her undress me slowly and sensually, and very skilfully without breaking the hot kiss, until I was almost nude in her arms. She was obviously much more experienced than me in the art of Sapphic love, and I could hardly think what I was supposed to do. I luxuriated in the feeling of her tight, athletic ass in my hands and her big breasts against mine as she continued to excite me beyond belief with her soft lips and probing tongue, which I sucked on like a drunken slut. My bra fell to the floor and she lowered her head to suckle gently on my hard nipples for a second, making me moan involuntarily as I arched my back to give her unfettered access to my breasts. Oh god she was good at this. I wanted to fulfil my fantasy of baring her breasts but I was so aroused and confused that I could hardly breathe and I couldn’t control my hands enough to undress her.
I was wearing only my panties and my high heeled shoes as she took my by the hand, giggling girlishly, and led me to the bed where she lay me down. She smiled down at me as she sat on the bed and unbuttoned her blouse and threw it aside. Then she reached around behind her to release her bra, allowing her gorgeously big, beautiful firm breasts to fall free. Her pretty nipples were a deep pink and looked surprisingly small on her perfect C-cups. She leaned over me and kissed me tenderly while her fingers stole down to caress my thighs. Her soft breasts fell warmly against mine and I snuggled them closer. Having my bare breasts pressed warmly against hers was heavenly. This was what I had always wanted — needed — without knowing it. Then she touched the front of my panties where I knew it was moist and sticky and stroked me gently. I moaned in anticipation as she slid her sexy tongue against mine and I ached for her fingers in my pussy, which felt all gooey like butter melting on a warm, summer afternoon. I could feel her breath on my body as she stopped caressing me just long enough to peel my panties all the way down and off, and I let my shoes fall noisily to the floor. I was completely naked beneath her and I let her gaze at my nude body. Her skilled fingers teased their way between my bare thighs and I parted my legs to allow her to fondle my wet sex — deliciously and incredibly well. She bent and kissed me deeply, her fingers like magic in my pussy until I succumbed to a lovely orgasm in her arms.
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