1. Mile High Anal


    Date: 7/4/2017, Categories: Anal, Author: WobieTide, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    Luckily I had no check-in luggage when I arrived at the airport or I would have missed my flight altogether, my fucking publisher dragging his heels at our meeting as usual, the prick. I had made a quick visit to discuss some changes I wanted to make to the manuscript for my new book before it went to print. It was only a short hop of fifty five minutes on the domestic flight and I hadn't needed an overnight stay so I traveled light with just a shoulder bag I could carry on. I had flown out earlier that morning and was returning on the afternoon flight and just managed to make it to the boarding gate before they closed. I was last getting on the plane and all the other passengers had settled into their seats as I tottered down the aisle in my high heeled shoes towards my seat at the back. Usually in these situations there are several astute gentlemen who will see an opportunity in the restricted space of the narrow aisle of an airplane to cop a little brush up against an attractive lady's hip as she passes. I was wearing a short, figure hugging black dress with a cropped jacket so there was plenty of my curved hip and thigh to rub up against the shoulders and upper arms of these gentlemen as they leaned out into the aisle expectantly. I obligingly swayed a little more unsteadily on my heels and had to lean my hip heavily against their arms to keep my balance as I passed each dirty opportunist in his turn. One really good looking silver fox received a good rub of my ...
    stockinged thigh on the back of his bare forearm as I almost toppled over and nearly ended up on my arse in his lap. Goodness me, however did that happen, I feigned a look of annoyance at the imaginary object which had snagged my high heel on the floor as I composed myself before moving on. I must admit I like the older dirty men. Looking out for the next opportunist to treat to my brazen brush up I saw... HIM! He wasn't leaning into the aisle expectantly or openly staring, or even noticeably glancing... but he couldn't fool me. The pose he had adopted is an all too familiar one to me. He kept his head down, seemingly engrossed in his... what was it? Motorbike Review... not really my type, aging bikers... His eyelids came up slowly to look over his, so old fashioned gold framed spectacles to look at me. He thought the downward tilt of his head and the frame of his glasses obscuring his eyes would conceal the fact that he was ogling me, mentally undressing me, getting me... bare... arsed... naked... in his dirty little mind. But with those bright blue eyes he was never going to get away with it. The wanton lust in them was far too obvious to hide and his devious manner in trying to check me out was annoying. 'Fuck him,' I thought to myself, I'll teach him a lesson. I noticed with satisfaction as I arrived at my seat that he was only a row behind me on the opposite side of the aisle, perfect for me to tease him. I totally ignored him of course as I placed my shoulder bag on my seat and ...
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