Tamsin Joins another kind of Mile-high Club (1)

by HardJulia

I think it was a few months before my tenth birthday I had my first lesbian experience with an adult woman. I was flying back to my Dad's place in LA from my second semester at the upscale girl's school in England. I was so happy to be free from my posh girl's school on the south coast, I could have cried out for joy. I think Dad sent me there to be rid of me. My mother would have been horrified if she'd been around but it was just fine by me.

Flying alone, I was being looked after by one of the cabin attendants. When she saw me trapped between two fat old guys in the back of the coach section she took pity on me and beckoned for me to leave my seat.

On the way along the aisle she whispered: "There are plenty of seats in First Class, but I don't want everyone to know that."

She ushered me through Business Class and showed me a seat, or rather a bed, in First which had more space than I dreamed was possible on an aeroplane. I looked around the cabin which was almost deserted. Across the aisle a woman was seated looking out of the window as we climbed towards cruising altitude. I couldn't see much of her face but she looked somehow familiar. I had wondered if I would spot any celebrities in this part of plane but there weren't too many occupants to choose from.

The cabin attendant brought my shoulder bag to me from my old seat, gave me an orange juice and pretzels and I was all set. I played around with the video system for a while. After a while a message appeared in the corner of the screen consisting of the word "Adult" with a line though it. I guessed the cabin attendant was looking after my moral welfare, which made me pretty cross. I had managed to see a few softcore adult movies on previous flights and found them pretty interesting.

I soon forgot about that little problem when I realised who the woman was sitting opposite. The attendant had brought her a bottle of champagne and I got a good view of her face as she turned to say thanks. It was one of my all-time favourite actresses! By an amazing coincidence I had a DVD of a movie she had made years ago, the one which had made her name, in my bag. It was a vampire movie with art-house pretensions in which she starred with a famous French actress. In the movie they had a lesbian affair which I guess was the thing which had fascinated me about it. I first saw part of it on TV about a year before but my father had switched it off after twenty minutes, thinking it unsuitable for a girl my age. I had spotted it in the classics section of the video store at Boston airport and bought it immediately, hoping I would have a chance to watch it during the vacation.

I put on some dark glasses so I could watch the actress out of the corner of my eye without it being noticed. I must have looked a complete idiot but it worked. I pretended to read the in-flight magazine while focussing on my idol sitting just a few feet away. I estimated she must be in her mid-to late-forties by now, and had gained a lot of weight. Fortunately it was in all the right places, her breasts in particular. In her short, low-cut black dress, she looked as if she expecteed to go to to a party upon arrival. However, judging by the rate she was consuming the champagne, she was planning to have her own one-woman party right here on the plane.

Although much older and heavier than she appeared in that famous movie, to me she was even more beautiful. I had become aware in the last few months that I was attracted to grown women rather than girls my own age. Also, I thought women in their forties were at the peak of their attractiveness.

I fished the DVD out of my bag and stripped off the shrink-wrap. There was a space on the paper cover which was just right for an autograph. After a few minutes I plucked up courage to speak to her.

She saw me approaching and worked out what I wanted before I said anything. She gave me the most wonderful smile.

"Oh golly you've found a copy of THAT movie," she said with a laugh. "Better not let your Mom see it." She already had a pen ready.

I decided not to explain about my Mom. Suddenly a bit tongue-tied, I just managed to say "thankyou" in a tiny voice and handed it over.

"To...?" she asked.

"Tamsin," I said.

The actress wrote 'To my friend Tamsin, Love from Susan - XXX' in small neat writing on the DVD cover. I was thrilled with the message and already felt very close to this woman.

"Tamsin is such a pretty name," she said. "Just right for such a pretty little girl."

I blushed bright pink.

"Tamsin, why don't you come and sit with me right here for the rest of the flight, I'm all alone," she patted the bed/seat next to her and slurped some of her champagne.

I didn't need to be asked twice and sat down next to her. She put her arm around me and pulled me closer.

"Let's snuggle up," she said. "It's a bit chilly in this cabin."

Susan put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. Her large breasts were right in my eye line and I couldn't tear my eyes away from those delicious tanned globes for some seconds. When I finally looked up at her beautiful face she was smiling at me mischievously. She made a show of adjusting her dress, as if to hide her embarassment, but only succeeded in exposing more flesh.

"How about some champagne?" she said. " I have another glass in my bag."

"I'm not allowed," I said regretfully. "I'm only nine."

"Nonsense," said Susan firmly. "A little bubbly never hurt anyone. I love that English accent by the way!"

She poured a generous glass of the fizzy liquid and handed it to me. "Bottoms up," she giggled.

I sipped my first alcoholic drink tentatively. It tasted lovely. She drained her glass and poured herself another.

Susan reached into her bag again and produced a small DVD player. "I usually bring my own movies on long flights," she explained. "The programmes on this airline are pretty tame."

I thought she would suggest we watch my copy of her old vampire movie but she produced a disc of her own and slipped it into the player. The screen flashed into life. The title of the movie was "Nina Loves Girls" starring a woman called Nina Hartley. I watched as the first scene unfolded. Nina turned out to be an attractive middle-aged woman with glasses. She appeared to be interviewing a younger woman for a job of some kind. Sitting next to my all-time favourite actress, I was too excited to pay much attention to what they were saying. I took another sly peek at Susan's breasts and legs. Her short dress had ridden up (or had she hitched it up deliberately?) and she was showing a large expanse of shapely thigh.

When I looked at the screen again Nina and the girl were kissing passionately. Had I missed something? The movie had only been running a few minutes.

"I've got to know Nina quite well recently," said Susan in a matter-of-fact way. "She's very good in this type of thing."

It dawned on me that I was being shown pornographic material. My suspicions were confirmed when, on the small but very clear screen, Nina stood up and started to undress in front of the other woman.

"It gets quite naughty from now on," said Susan, winking at me. "We better not let anyone else see."

She took a luxurious silk-lined flight blanket from under the seat and threw it over both our laps, also concealing the DVD player. She was just in time as the flight attendant came down the aisle handing out some fancy-looking chocolates. Susan accepted a small basket of the goodies but was more concerned with punching buttons on the player. I guessed she was fast-forwarding the movie.

Susan lifted the blanket so I could see the screen again. "Oh golly, look what they're doing now."

I looked. The women were both completely naked and the younger one was lying on top of Nina, they were kissing and kind of rubbing their crotches together.

"Are they in love?" I asked.

Susan giggled and took another peak under the blanket. "Something like that, I guess," she said.

She fast-forwarded again and checked the player, then showed me the screen.

"Look now," she said.

This time Nina was on her back with her legs in the air, wide apart. The girl had her face between the older woman's legs. she was licking her privates.

"Nina just loves that," said Susan, popping a chocolate into her mouth. Her face changed abruptly.

"Gaa...strawberry cream, I hate it," she gurgled.

"It's my favourite," I said.

Susan took a quick look around, presumably to check that the flight attendant was nowhere to be seen, then she bent over towards me and put her mouth on mine. She pushed the gooey strawberry sweet into my mouth with her tongue. Our tongues touched briefly.

"A shame to waste it," she said, smiling at me. Her face was inches away from mine. I swallowed the chocolate in one gulp.

"I better just check it's all gone," she whispered. "Open your mouth."

I opened wide and she kissed me. Her mouth was open wide too. Her tongue entered my mouth completely this time. She seemed to be intent on pushing it down my throat. It seemed very long and I thought I might gag but she withdrew after a few seconds.

I had practised grown-up kissing with girls my own age at school and was told I was really good at it. This was so much better than kissing those skinny kids. I decided to kiss Susan back really hard. I put my tongue in her mouth this time.

We heard the attendant bustling back along the aisle and had to break off. I looked at Susan. Her face was very pink and she was breathing quite heavily. Back then I had no idea what this meant, I only knew she looked incredibly beautiful.

"I think we better go somewhere a little more private, don't you?" she said, her voice was a little hoarse.

She put what was left of the champagne in her bag, and stood up with it over her shoulder. She took me my the hand and almost dragged me down the aisle. Passing the attendant on the way she smiled sweetly.

"Tamsin's not feeling too well," she said. "I'll take her to the rest room. "

"Oh dear, " said the woman. "Let me know if I can help."

"We'll be fine," said Susan. "Don't worry".

As she led me towards the first class toilets, Susan turned to the attendant again.

"We may be quite some time in there," she said.

The first class toilet was more spacious and well-appointed than any other airplane toilet I had been in. There was easily room for two and the toilet seat cover was padded to make a comfortable seat. Susan took two paper cups from the dispenser and poured more champagne for us both. I downed mine pretty quickly this time. I guess I needed some Dutch courage.

Susan turned to me and unhitched the straps of her dress. The bodice fell to her waist revealing a pretty black lace bra. She reached behind her back and struggled to unfasten it.

"Darn it!" she exclaimed. "These things will never come loose when you're in a hurry. Can you help me sweetie?"

She turned around and I fumbled around with the fastener. I wouldn't need a bra for a couple of years at least and didn't have any experience taking someone else's off. I eventually unhooked it and the ends sprang apart.

Susan held the bra on with one arm and turned to face me again. She pulled down the shoulder straps and then opened her arms wide, letting the lacy garment fall to the floor.

Her large breasts spilled out, quivering slightly. Unsupported, they were a little pendulous but all the more lovely for that. She had big protruberant nipples I could have hung my hat on.

"So what do you think of these, baby?" she asked, lifting her breasts up with both hands, then letting then fall.

"They're lovely, " I tried to say, but it just came out as a croak. Susan laughed.

"You're so sweet," she said. "Come closer my darling."

I took a step towards my idol. I was nervous as a kitten.

"Would you like to feel them?" she asked.

I didn't have much choice in the matter because she took both my hands and pressed them to her flesh. "Squeeze them," she said. I did what I was told. The soft flesh felt divine.

"Harder," Susan instructed. "I don't mind if you hurt me a little bit."

I squeezed the areas around her nipples. I couldn't get my little hand around much of them. I lifted both her breasts, curious to feel the weight, and let them fall again.

Susan lifted her left breast and offered the nipple to my lips. I was just the right height to suckle her. I took the nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. It was soft and pliable and suddenly seemed to fill my mouth.

"That's so nice, " I heard the woman whisper.

She offered me her other nipple and I repeated the treatment.

"Let's not make this one jealous," she said. When I'd finished Susan kissed me passionately for some minutes. We did some pretty heavy mouth-play, taking turns to suck each other's tongues, licking each others faces and lips and so on. I loved it.

"We better not be too long," said Susan with regret. "The attendant will think we've died or something."

"I think I have died," I said. "...and gone to heaven."

"We haven't even started yet," she said. With that she wiggled out of her dress, which dropped to the floor. It was quickly followed by her black lace panties and I saw her genitals for the first time.

I expected her to be hairy down there but the flesh around her vagina was as smooth as my own. She seemed to sense what I was thinking.

"I've never had a very hairy one," she said. "And I wax what is there very thoroughly. I think it looks prettier and it's nicer to touch."

She sat down on the toilet seat and opened her legs really wide.

"Kneel down here and take a close look," Susan said. I got down on the soft rug and looked up at her. She scooted her butt forward on the seat, lifted her legs and put her feet on shelves in opposite corners of the toilet cubicle. I got the feeling she had adopted this position many times before. Her gaping slit was only about a foot from my face.

"What do you call this? " she asked, pointing between her legs.

"Vagina?" I ventured.

"No, it's my cunt," she giggled. "You have to call it that if your're alone with me."

"OK," I said meekly.

"..and these are my tits. " she said, jiggling her boobs. "..and around the back is my ass. We'll pay some attention to that a little later."

I studied her genitals from close quarters. Today I would have known that this was the cunt of a woman in a state of high sexual arousal. Back then I guess I was a little shocked. It wasn't exactly pretty but I was completely fascinated by it. Her private parts were slick with slippery secretions and swollen. Her inner labia were hanging out of her slit like an over-filled pastrami sandwich.

"Take a real close look," she said, putting her hand behind my head and pulling my face to within inches of all that cunt-meat. I could smell her genitals a little now. It was like the smell of really fresh fish and not at all unpleasant. As I watched a bead of vaginal secretion formed on a frond of labial tissue and began to slowly descend to the floor, like honey dripping . I tried to pull away but she held my head firmly. In fact she was drawing it closer. Soon my face made contact with her sticky pussy-flesh for the first time. I realised what was expected of me and started to lick her cunt.