1. The Last Flight. Chapter 2


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    believed! I decided there and then that I would play her at her own game. I stood up and looked down at her. “Give me one minute then and I will go and get something with which to cut the bracelet.” “You will do no such thing!” she hissed as loud as she dared, not wanting the other passengers to hear her. “This is a Cartier bracelet. Twenty-four carat gold! It cost five thousand pounds!” I suppressed a gasp. That was almost three years wages for me! I crouched down again and took a closer look. It was then that I noticed it was only hooked on a piece of the hinge which was protruding from the far side of the holder, hidden from her sight by the cuff of her blouse. All I had to do was slip the fine filigree chain carefully over the end and she would be free. I took her hand and lifted it back a little, as though examining the problem. “Hmm, it is hooked up quite badly,” I lied. Her head dropped forwards onto her free hand and she groaned in despair. “Can't you free it?” she asked. “I don't know. I can only try,” was my answer. I pretended to think and she returned her head to her hand. I remained crouched beside her then gently placed my hand on her stocking encased knee. The mesh was expensive, so smooth and soft. Her head snapped up and she glared at me as ever so slowly, my hand began to move along the soft flesh of her thigh, on towards the lace trim at the top of her stocking where I stopped and gently squeezed. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” she hissed, ...
    her face contorted with anger and surprise. “Don't you know?” I asked her, “Isn't this what you do, take advantage of women who cannot defend themselves?” My fingers toyed with the pretty nylon, straying briefly onto the naked flesh beside the red elasticated strap which was attached to her stocking. As I caressed her I noticed that her face had flushed somewhat and her firmly clamped together legs had begun to relax, parting ever so slightly. I had meant to teach her a lesson but I soon realised that I was, myself, becoming more than a little aroused. Whilst I had not previously been attracted to women, it was frowned upon after all, I found that the soft, warm, smooth flesh beneath my fingers felt so nice that I was beginning to tingle inside and my heart was beginning to beat more strongly. I lingered longer than I had intended, my fingers stretching around her naked flesh, slowly slipping around her inner thigh and, as the tips met the lightly touching flesh of her other thigh, I heard a tiny gasp escape her lips and and her legs relaxed a little more, parting and allowing my fingers to move between them. I was mesmerized. My mind oblivious to everything beyond her scent and beauty and the smoothness of her dark skin. I could feel her firm muscles quivering under my soft touch and once again I gently squeezed her inner thigh above her stocking and she moaned. At that moment I regained my senses and quickly withdrew my hand. “I... I'm sorry,” I stammered, jumping up. She ...
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