1. Mile High Anal


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

    turned my back to him to rummage in my bag for my manuscript and my black rimmed reading glasses. As I did, he was no doubt taking in my long silky black hair hanging down the back of my cropped jacket, the sharp taper of which emphasized my broad shoulders and narrow waist. He was appreciating the flare of my hips and the roundness of my arse in my tight black dress. His eyes were wandering up and down my stockinged legs from the backs of my firm thighs to the sculpted muscle of my well defined calves. I know he was loving my high heeled shoes, all men do and lots of women too. I wondered momentarily would it turn him on to know that as much as I enjoy sucking a hard, stiff cock, I sometimes like to lick a nice wet cunt as well. Hmmm... I fucking bet it would have. After teasingly prolonging the rummaging in my shoulder bag, I extracted my manuscript and glasses and bent forward to place the bag beneath my seat, obedient little airline passenger that I am. In a practiced manner I bent my knees, pushed my arse back towards him and leaned forward as I tried to get the stubborn bag under the seat just right. I knew the hem of my dress would rise up the backs of my legs so that he would be able to see the elastic bands of my stocking tops and maybe even some creamy thigh flesh. Did he? Did he get a glimpse of the backs of my bare legs just then? I couldn't be sure but it would really have moistened my 'unavailable to him' cunt to know that he did. I eventually managed to get ...
    the bag under the seat and straightened up, placing my feet generously wide apart so that I could maintain my balance on my high heels while I reached my hands up to gather my long hair into a loose plait at the back of my head. My dress was so tight that it remained stretched across my upper legs and my stocking tops were still partially visible under the hem. I pulled my loosely plaited hair in front of me, draping it down my chest and tucked it under one side of my cropped jacket, groping my braless tit through my dress and giving the nipple a little pinch between my thumb and forefinger as I did. Fuck would he have done if he'd known that I was squeezing my own tit and nipple while he ogled my stocking tops. I wriggled my arse provocatively as I pulled my dress back down to cover my stocking tops again and turned sideways about to sit into my seat, my manuscript and reading glasses in my hand. The moment had arrived for me to deliver my 'coup de grace' of which I have two for whatever mood suits the occasion. In one I act all coy and feign polite embarrassment which usually bolsters my voyeur's confidence and entices them to chat me up. I use this one if I fancy the fucker ogling me and feel like delivering on the tease and getting to suck some cock at least, if not an outright casual fuck in some public toilet or up a side alley. I've teased hundreds of men in this fashion over the years and it has often resulted in one or other of the aforementioned finales. But sadly, ...
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