1. A weekend break to Amsterdam


    Date: 3/17/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    tightly in the apex between her own thighs and at that moment I saw her body begin to quiver uncontrollably. Moving closer, she pulled my hands to her chest and as her body climaxed she leaned in and began kissing me passionately, forcing her tongue in my mouth. It was a fiery embrace and I wanted it to last forever but just as I grabbed hold of her perfect breasts we heard footsteps coming down the aisle towards us. Katja, realising the very compromising position she was in, hastily broke of our kiss and moved backward, her hands already grabbing at her dishevelled garments. The cause of our stewardess’s consternation was the appearance of the only other lady in first class standing behind her in the aisle, and judging by the look in her eyes had seen a lot more than Katja would have liked. However, instead of making a scene which would have ruined everything, the mature dame politely excused herself as she squeezed past the stewardess’s divine backside which received a surprising playful tick and I saw the look of apprehension slowly disappear from Katja’s attractive features. And not without good reason. Although nobody had actually bothered us during our "conversation", it didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out that we could have been quite easily seen by someone with a less liberal approach to sex and Katja’s career as a stewardess would have come to an abrupt end. Even though I didn't feel that that we were in danger of being ratted on, I was fully aware of how bad ...
    things looked to someone who was hell bent on causing trouble. With me still sitting there, my soaking wet pussy on display, hubby’s cum decorating both our faces and Katja’s immaculate uniform looking like something out of a porn movie, we would have a difficult time explaining ourselves if things turned sour. Katja winked at me conspiratorially and started buttoning up her blouse. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Katja placed a quick kiss on the top of Paul’s softening prick and after straightening up, she pulled her clothes into some sort of order and followed in the older lady’s footsteps. That was my cue. I began rearranging my own clothes into a semblance of respectability before anybody else could take offence and using a wet wipe, I cleaned hubby’s sperm from my face. I’d finished making myself decent and turned my attentions to Paul. Ironically, the one who was worried about us getting caught in the first place didn't seem to care now and just sat in his chair, eyes closed and smiling like the cat who picked the cream. Grabbing another wet wipe, I was about to begin cleaning his greasy member, still protruding from his flies although now at half mast when my hand was abruptly pushed away. Before I could protest, my temper flared and I looked angrily at who interrupted me, ready to give them a piece of my mind. To my surprise, it was the older lady returning to her seat, except now she sank to her haunches in the aisle and beamed a million dollar smile at me. Close ...
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