British Airlines

Hi Readers, Recently, I took a trip to India for my company recruiting. I left Portland and arrived at UK in the early morning. My friend Susie came to pick me up. We had a girl’s day out fun in London and I boarded the British Airlines Flight the next day. I found my seat and I put away my carry on bag and sat down with my laptop. I sat waiting for the rest of the passengers to board. The airline hostess Jennifer was looking very hot, in her blue suit and her attractive long legs. I was eyeing her the way she was helping everyone get settled in. Few minutes passed, I saw a lady, maybe in her 30’s coming towards me. I watched, as she got closer trying not to be obvious that I was enjoying the way her breast jiggled ever so slightly. I smiled as she sat next to me and thought that maybe just maybe this wouldn’t be such a god-awful flight after all. About 20 minutes into the flight she spoke to me for the first time as I was working on my laptop. She asked “Big report due when you land huh?” Slightly startled, I smiled and pushed the screen down on my laptop. I respond, “Yes, working on a new proposal and reading resumes of potential candidates” “Good for you,” she said, turning her body toward her me. The flight was on the runaway and taking off. In few minutes, the pilot came on the intercom and was welcoming everybody. The flight reached the maximum altitude and was cruising to Mumbai. “I’m Purnima. You’re Uma, am I correct.” “Yes,” I said, obviously puzzled. “How did you know my name?” “Oh, I’m sorry. I saw the airline bag tag on your laptop bag. I assumed it was addressed to you. It looks like you have read your proposal few times and hope got the right candidate. Only time will tell if it is good or bad, Purnima. I feel bit uncomfortable she said, she pulled her legs up under her, letting her skirt ride up a bit on her thighs. “I don’t mind flying when I can sit in first class,” she said. It gives me time for myself to think and figure out where life is going. There isn’t enough time for that on the ground is there Uma?” asked Purnima. No, you’re right. It always seems like I’m running here to there. Sometimes I would just like to curl up on my sofa, pull a blanket over my head and sl**p. “Oh, Uma, I know what you mean. Purnima smiled, idly letting her fingers glide up her leg, stopping just under the hem of her skirt. “This is another good place for private time, isn’t? Very, very private time,” said Purnima. I couldn’t help but look at Purnima’s legs, drawn there by her own hand. There is something so stimulating about a leg drawn up under a gorgeous woman. The sparkling panty hose outlines and highlights in her hair, curves and the taut muscles. The legs pulled in, almost inviting you to follow them on their path up, under the skirt. It’s hard not to feel horny on a late night flight, seated next to a pretty sexy lady. The pilot signed off and the cabin lights were dimmed leaving just Purnima’s reading light shining on her. It was like a spotlight, the light traveled along the lines of her body. Most of the passengers were already dozing and I was ready to wind down for the day. Its going to be long flight to Mumbai, I miss my hubby. I was feeling very happy that Purnima was sitting next to me and not some smelly 50-year-old man telling me his sorry story or his golf score. I was going thru few old emails and deleting them. One of the emails subject was, I LOVE YOU SWEETIE, I WISH I CAN FUCK YOU RIGHT NOW, PETER. How desperate your friend is, Purnima said. She startled me again. What? I asked. Sorry for being nosey, the letter with the subject I LOVE U, I know, it’s none of my business, Want to talk about it?” I sighed a deep sigh and replied, It’s a letter is from my husband’s friend Peter. Trying to decide whether to open it or delete it. I told her my story. (For all new comers, try to find UMA LEARNS A LESSON in the couple section) She was shocked to hear this, anyway enough about me, tell me about you. What brings you on this flight? Big conference or meeting or something Purnima looked at me and said Yes, I work for a milk processing company in Lancaster and I’m on my way to Delhi for a meeting with some investors. It’s a sudden trip that spring up today. She talked and talked, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her stunning legs. My eyes were undressing her. Her cute face and those lips so soft looking and full. I would love to kiss those lips feel them pressed against mine. I marvel what her naked skin would feel like next to mine. I can almost feel her tongue twisting around and dancing in my mouth or maybe licking my clit till I have an amazing orgasm. I shuddered a little and thought to myself. I need to get fucked today. I’m fantasizing about a complete stranger on a flight. I snapped back to attention when Purnima touched my arm and called my name. Uma, hey Uma, what happened, u day dreaming. I shook my head, no just bit tired and must be the champagne. I’m sorry, so what do you do, where do you live and why the trip to Mumbai. Girl, you were out cold. I told you everything about me. I am so sorry, I was totally out. I guess. I am very sorry. She said I feel very bad, what your hubby did? Oh its okay, I was bit turned on by his friend and by the way, I was bit tired with my husband, wanted a little change. You know Uma, you telling me the story about you and peter is very erotic and is turning me on. I wish I can get to know, what really happened. I told her, I have it in word format, if you want to read it and you can even read at ISS website. I did a search for the file. Here, it is, I have found it. I looked over to Purnima sitting there looking totally excited, her eyes lit up and her grin got wider. I turned my laptop and positioned it on her lap allowing my hand to brush her thigh. I heard a quick intake of breath from Purnima as she began reading my story. Then she turned to me shock on her lovely face. WOW, you are her. Somewhat puzzled I asked ‘her’ who is that? She giggled and said, you wrote this. Oh my, this story is too much. I would have never thought I would ever get to meet a person like u. I absolutely love your story and you are getting me wet. I blushed and watched as Purnima began to read my story again. Oh my, said Purnima as she started reading from my computer screen. This is good. I think I need to get really comfy to get into this. Can you reach a blanket from the overhead? I stood up and got the blanket and handed it to Purnima. Sitting in the last row of first class, almost dark plane and almost like we’re all alone, isn’t it Uma. I didn’t answer. Just watched as she spread the blanket out over her lap, pulled her knees up to her chest and slid her pantyhose off, down from her hips, over her very sweet ass, up to her knees and down off the end of her toes. Pulling off her pantyhose, she pulled them out from under the blanket, balled them up, and stuffed them into her purse. All done, Now, I can enjoy your story. But you know what I’d really like? I don’t want to read your story. I want you to read it to me. I want to sit here in the dark, curled up under this blanket and just listen to your sweet voice. I had to admit that she was really making me horny. This very beautiful and sexy knew all the right buttons to push. Purnima reached down to her purse. As she did, the blanket slipped off part of her lap. Her legs, still with her knees up to her chest, had pushed her skirt up. And as the blanket slid off I could see the most delicate pair of cream silk panties that I had ever seen before. They were so natural on Purnima that it was hard to tell where her panty started and her skin began. If it weren’t for the mesh lace that trimmed the panties through her crotch and around the waistband, I would swear that her panties and she were one. I could feel my own wetness grow. Purnima looked into my eyes and knew exactly what I was thinking. You like what you see Uma, she asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. Please do this favor for me, would read your story to me. So we turned off all the lights, reading only by the glow of the pc screen. “I complained to Naveen many times and asked him not to make me wear sexy clothes in front of Peter but he does not listen to me. As a result, every time Peter is in our house, he always tries to undress me with his eyes. Many times I told Naveen that Peter looks at me with lusty eyes and that I don’t like him. He always replied that I should treat it like he is just paying me a compliment and I should be grateful. He would ask, “Besides, Peter is a single guy, so what’s the harm in letting him enjoy looking at your hot sexy body?” I am a sucker for flattery, and I generally get excited hearing this from my husband, so I never seriously objected to Peter’s lusting for my body.” I read and from the corner of my eye, I could see Purnima’s head tilted back, a soft smile on her face and the actions under the blanket was clearly identifiable, circles, slowly at first and then more rapidly and a small stop. The blanket between her legs rose and then fell as the back of her hand push up against the blanket and then her fingers into herself. I read how Peter was bringing me to climax, I could see Purnima’s ass come slowly off the seat, hold there while I knew her leg muscles were stiff under the blanket. I hear a slow whisper of breath from her mouth and her ass slowly came down to the seat. I could hardly take in air. It wasn’t just that I could feel my own wetness. It was that every part of me sought to touch her. Oh Purnima, Oh Purnima I let my hand slide under the blanket coming to a rest on top of Purnima’s hand still inside her panties. All that was between our hands was the silk cloth that was around Purnima’s hand. Oh God, I thought. She’s going to make me cum just with this touch. With that thought and her delicious scent of her very wet pussy. OOOOh it was making me so hot and horny. I couldn’t believe I was actually sitting there in the flight reading my story to a complete stranger while she pleasuring herself. I was drawn to this woman like a bee to a honey, my hand moved to her thigh; I had no control over it anymore. When I touched her thigh I knew I would be touching much more than her thigh before the end of our flight. I turned to one side in my seat and got a little closer to this mesmerizing woman. My hand slid up and down her thigh. We were staring into each other’s eyes and I could tell she wanted me to touch her as much as I wanted to touch her. I slid my hand down and to the inside of her thigh and gently touched the crotch of her panties. I felt her hand inside her and her panties were really wet. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by this complete outsider. But she had me under her spell as surely as a fly trapped in a spider web. I slowly leaned in towards her and gently kissed her soft lips. She responded by opening her lips and sliding her tongue into my mouth. Her tongue was soft and firm and she licked the insides of my mouth and caressed my tongue. The back row in a BA flight first class provided the perfect cover for our rendezvous. The curtain was drawn between first and coach classes. No one was sitting across from us. The cabin lights were low. All I could see was the light from the emergency lights framing her figure against the gloom of the window and the glow in Purnima’s eyes. As she pulled me in with her kiss, her arms reached out to me, pulling my body to her. She raised the arm bar between the chairs and pulled back her blanket. I pushed her left leg behind me and pulled me into her and wrapped her right leg around me. I was pressed up to her, feeling her, smelling her, feeling as if this sensation was what I had longed for all my life. Yet, here we were on an airplane. If the lights come on, imagine our humiliation. And beyond her first name, I knew almost nothing about this woman. What was this? Why was I so much taken by this woman? Purnima let her tongue slide out of my mouth, trailing it along my lips, then gently nibbling my bottom lip, holding our mouths together just for a moment, letting me taste every bit of her mouth. Uma, she said. “I want your hand to go now where mine is. I want to feel you, to have you take me, to know that you are moving me.” Oh my goodness, Purnima, I will do whatever you want, I said. I moved onto my side, stretching my legs across the seat, leaning against Purnima’s breasts and sitting in between her legs, the blanket giving us a measure of privacy. My hand slid down her stomach and then under the elastic band of her panties and into her sweet hot wet dripping pussy. I was getting sooooooooooooo wet by moving my finger around Purnima. Oh my God, Uma. This is so good, she whispered into my ear. Before I could answer, Purnima’s tongue found my mouth as her pelvis pushed up against my hand. Her tongue worked its way around my mouth, over my teeth; licking my lips, then back inside to connect with my tongue. Her tongue was fucking me every bit as much as my fingers were fucking her. I could feel the back of my knees tingle and my ass tucking in. Climax was nearing. I had an orgasm like a waves at the beach. It was crashing against me over and over on me. Just then, the pilot came on the intercom and said, we are having some turbulence, please fasten your seat belt. It must have been the turbulence added to our fun, I climaxed like I have never have. I was dripping, Purnima was cumming too. She held me tight. She released for just a moment and then held on again. Another orgasm, Purnima was climaxing again. Her whole body was up off the seat, her arms encircling me, her tongue fucking me in my mouth. Seeing all this, I had an after shock and I exploded again. After this Purnima, simply fell back and let out a soft moan. Her fingernails scratched gently across my shoulders as her hands let go of their grip on me. Oh my, I thought to myself. What is this? Did I do what I think I just did? I looked over at Purnima who had a very vague look upon her striking face and a small drop of sweat on her upper lip. We both fell asl**p looking at each other. Next thing, I remember was, I in Mumbai and airline hostess Jennifer was waking me up. I woke up and Purnima was gone, I was feeling bit dizzy, it must been the champagne, I had. What happened to Purnima? Was it a dream, was Purnima real. I asked the Air Hostess, What happened to the person, who was sitting next to me. She said I am sorry miss. I do not remember anyone sitting next to you, Not sure, what happened during the night? Was it real or was it just my imagination. I must be losing my mind. I grabbed my stuffs and headed towards the exit. I was the last passenger out. I was still in a half baked mind. I did not even see my assistant, who came to pick me up. He was saying, Madam, Madam, Madam, Madam. Finally, I snapped out and answered to my assistant. He asked me, Madam are you okay? Did you have comfortable journey. I reached my home and went to freshen up. During my shower, I remembered, Purnima left scratch marks on me. I could not find any. I was disappointed again. The fun we had was so real. It was night, my maid cooked something, and I powered on my pc to check my emails and sat down for dinner. And there it was a note saying, THANK YOU FOR THE WONDERFUL TIME.