A Holiday Affair, Chapter One – Passion on the Plane

by Androgyne

Writing "Riders" I put Michelle Darling's name up as the author with my assistance. This time it's mine with Michelle's help. When Michelle mailed me it was a happy conection because she has a sensuous and sexy mind. A short Email from her can set me off in the right direction and I can produce what I hope is a very sexy story like this one should be. Much more to come from my two star characters on a very hot holiday and I don't just mean the weather.

The first class cabin of the Airbus is three parts empty and almost silent except for the muted rumble of the engines and the faint vibration that is ever present. As the jet liner cruises through the night I'm staring at the small pool of light across from me and one row forward. While others sleep she's awake and gazing out of the window at the star spangled night. I'm awake watching one of the most stunning young girls I've ever seen anywhere. I'm squirming a little on my seat and feeling ominous warmth and wetness growing in my throbbing cleft.

I'm aroused by her beauty as I've seldom been aroused at a first glance, she boarded with me at Heathrow and when I saw her ahead of me I was riveted by her erect carriage and lithe movement. She can't be more than thirteen or fourteen though her body is not a gawky or gangly adolescent's, her breasts are small but perfectly formed under the thin singlet that shields them. I can see the sharp points of her nipples that seem to be permanently erect. Her legs are long and coltish and her rear is firm and boyishly taut.

Her hair is a glorious chestnut with red highlights that gleam in the faint glow of the small bulb that illuminates her. The gorgeous golden matt tan of her skin fascinates me, a pale skinned redhead who never tans but only turns pink and burns in the sun. I haven't got close enough to register the colour of her eyes but I'm certain they'll be as enchanting as the rest of her. Her outfit is that of a free spirit, someone who either doesn't care what people think or conversely wants to be looked at by that same audience.

Apart from that thin singlet that flatters her firm, young, breasts; she's wearing the briefest of cobalt blue shorts in some thin silky material. So tight are they that in the right light and from the right angle the distinct outline of her vulva and the crease of her pussy can be perceived clearly. The white knee socks contrast perfectly with her tanned skin as do the white sneakers laced onto her small feet. My interest is sparked partly by her beauty and partly by the feeling that I recognise her from somewhere but that is surely impossible. Lowering my lashes but still focused on her profile I let my mind drift and from my prodigious memory it gradually surfaces.

Of course! She's the image of the amazing fourteen year old actress Katherine Heigl of fifteen years ago. Katherine is of course still a desirable woman but my tastes tend to the young ones. They don't have to be as lovely as this girl is, youth and freshness have their own attraction, but this child has everything. I burn to just trail my fingers down the peach fuzzed skin of her arm. Is it worth the massive risk? Society believes that a child can't consent to make love with an adult but I can't agree. Women like me can't and don't rape, over the years my girls have never been harmed by having met me. They move on and away for various reasons but never with rancour or resentment.

Mind made up I rise quietly from my seat and pad across to her place. Not a passenger within eight or ten rows and those that are nearest are slumped deeply asleep. Leaning over her she turns to stare at me as I speak.

“Would you mind if I join you my dear? You look lonely, a little bored, and not at all sleepy.”

Her smile to me is warm and welcoming.

“Of course Ma'am I'll be glad to have someone to talk to. I'm just not tired and I'm bored with this book.”

Slipping into the seat next to her I point to my breast with a forefinger.

“Lesley Craven! I'm flying out to combine a holiday with a little business; I'm planning on buying a holiday home.

She smiles showing brilliantly white teeth cradled by an unobtrusive and obviously expensive brace. As if reading my mind she taps it with a finger.

“Mum says once she's checked it she'll probably take it off at last. I'm flying out to meet mum, she's a maxillary specialist and surgeon. She's attending a medical conference so I get to stay at a nice hotel but I won't see much of her.”

I can't resist the temptation so I casually rest my hand on the back of her hand. Her skin is as smooth and satiny as I thought it would be and glowing with an inner warmth. She doesn't pull away or show any sign of not enjoying my touch.

“Oh I'm forgetting my manners Ms Craven. I'm Michelle Wilder; it's a pleasure to meet you.”

Beautifully spoken and well mannered but beneath that is there a faint glint of deviltry in those jade green eyed that are as perfect as I knew they would be.

“Mum said she'd let me join her if I did well in my Sats and I topped the bloody whole school!”

The mild curse is spoken with an impish grin and I take the opportunity to move my fingers onto her arm trailing them over the fine reddish hairs on her soft skin. Again she makes no move to shrug me off and I'm beginning to think that I won't have to take any risk or try very hard.

“What about you Lesley? Won't you tell me something about yourself?”

“There's not much about me to interest a girl like you Michelle. I'm a fifty-something business lady whose made herself a big financial success and now I'm looking to relax and enjoy a good time, have a real break, and enjoy what I've worked damned hard for.”

“What about family Lesley? Do you have any children?”

I choose my words carefully and wait and hope I get the reaction I'm beginning to expect from her.

“Well ‘Shell, I'd like to call you that, Michelle is so formal, I'm sure a girl as intelligent and aware as you are knows there are women who aren't interested in men and having a family. I'm one of those ladies.”

A slight narrowing of the eyes then that grin goes from impish to devilish then to what I read as erotic and inviting. She turns slightly in her seat and glances round the silent compartment, as she does so one hard little breast presses against my larger and slightly softer one. The permanently erect nipple digs into my soft flesh and my own nipples spring erect at her touch.

“Oh that's good, you see I really don't have any interest in boys but I have to be careful not to tell most of my classmates that.”

Our faces are moving closer and closer together while her rosebud pink lips look moist and inviting, the risk is great but the temptation is irresistible. Before I can act she leans closer and kisses me softly but firmly on my mouth. This is more than I hoped for so fast. I return her kiss harder and with more passion then cup one firm breast, feeling her hard nipple press against the palm of my hand. Then I jump slightly and gasp as her hand slides under the flared skirt I'm wearing and her fingers probe the crotch of my silk bikini briefs.

The material is wet and sticky with my free flowing juices and next my pussy cramps and twinges as her soft voice whispers in my ear.

“Take me to the toilet Lesley.”

Her voice is thick with excitement as I scan the shadows to see if anyone is awake and watching. With a satisfied smile on my face I purr into her mane of hair.

“Have you ever heard of the mile high club ‘Shell? You're about to join it!”

Taking her hand in mine we sneak along to the anodised aluminium door of the vacant stall, step inside, and I snap the lock on. As I do she hits me like panthress. Her arm locks around my neck pulling me down so her mouth locks on mine and her hot tongue pushes into my mouth while her free hand is back under my skirt hooking the waistband and tugging my dampened briefs down around my ankles. Her fingers fumble frantically at the buttons of my blouse and yanking it out of my skirt's waist. When she claws at my bra and frees my heavy breasts I start to loose it completely myself.

She's locked her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, her mouth is clamped on a swollen nipple sucking and nipping at it as I walk her backward across the small cubicle and plonk her down on the toilet seat, pushing her back and loosing the draw string of those skin tight shorts. As I do she jerks off her singlet exposing her small but perfect breasts. I drag those shorts down around her ankles and she kicks them off, as I kneel before her, my gaze is locked on her smooth and perfect labia.

Clutching my head she draws it down to her damp crease and as my mouth clamps on her slick flesh she groans deeply. Oh God I don't need a passing cabin staff member to hear this. Snatching up my wet panties I thrust them at the frantic girl, she gets the idea instantly and locks her teeth on them as I return to lapping at her sweet flesh.

My tongue moves deeper inside her as I peel back her tight labia with my thumbs and amazingly I can feel the muscles of her vagina trying to clamp on my tongue. My head's bobbing back and forth as I stab my stiffened tongue deep into her hot, wet, pinkness. She's grunting past the silk gag in her mouth and leaning back while crushing my face down to her groin. With her slender thighs spread wide I risk scaring her but I'm out of control myself. I ease a finger into the crack of her arse and thrust it against then into her tight pucker.

That does it! She climaxes like a wildcat, clawing at my back as her hips jerk and thick juice floods my mouth as I refuse to ease off and work her as fast and as hard as I can. My ‘Shell slumps back bonelessly, gasping for breath, her superb breasts streaked with sweat and her thighs soaked with the evidence of how hard she's cum. Spitting out my gnawed lingerie she fixes me with a volcanic gaze.

“Get here Lesley. Your turn now. I want to give you what you've just given me.”

Dishevelled and panting with passion I settle on the plastic seat, slick with Michelle's cream, and spread my thighs. She's on me as fast and as hard as I want her to be. Her busy mouth plasters itself onto my burning pussy, she's not new to lady loving neither is she an expert but she makes up with desire and energy what she lacks in technique. As her lips and tongue explores every inch of the centre of my womanhood I grab my throbbing breasts and twist them brutally hard, then my young lover jambs three fingers into my wide spread slit and fingers me hard then harder.

My teeth gritted, my neck thrown back, desperately trying not to scream, she takes me wildly over the edge and as I orgasm insanely I squirt so hard it sprays her face and drenches the floor. I'm wrecked! It's years since I've had sex as rough as this but it's been fantastic. I drag the triumphant girl onto my lap and rain kisses on her face and neck while our hands touch and tease each other as we come down from a sexual high like you wouldn't believe.

We do the best we can to clean ourselves up and remove the signs of our mad passion from the cubicle but as we sneak back to our seats the musky aroma of hot pussy hangs in the air. We don't separate; I settle beside her and spread a blanket over the two of us. She settles herself against my side, her face pillowed against my breast and drifts off into the sleep of a sexually sated girl in moments. I sit beside her considering if I can possibly find a way of staying near her when we land but then I slide away into the dark, totally exhausted.

I awake to find the glorious girl still sleeping beside me and bright daylight streaming through the widows then a voice comes over the tannoy,

“We are coming in to land ladies and gentlemen so please fasten your seat belts.”

The young Venus besides me stirs and I know I must find a way to be with her. I'm fascinated and obsessed by the thought of her wonderful body and how it responded to me and how she made me feel like a young an excited girl again. I will be with her one way or another!

Chapter 2 “Love in the Sun” will follow.