1. Best on Board


    Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: First Time, Author: blin18, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    along the length of Bob’s tongue, tasting toothpaste, salt and peanuts. The soft kisses had distracted her and when Bob’s erection pulsed under her fingers she quickly began to make up for lost time, stroking through his pants, closing around the edges, greedily measuring his length and girth. Bob held his hands up by her shoulders, not touching and unsure where to put them. With her free hand, Vicky reached across and took his opposite wrist, moving his hand to her breast, and then guiding the other one behind her to cup her bottom, still perched on the sink. Bob inexpertly felt the firmness of her flesh, shaping his hands around her curves, daring to squeeze gently, feeling the softness, pliant but firm under his touch. Gaining confidence, he moved his fingers around Vicky’s bottom, running down the cleft covered by her skirt. With the other hand he stroked a thumb across her breast, seeking the nipple, but missing it and coming back for a second pass. Vicky quickly popped the top three buttons of her blouse and then, momentarily losing contact with the bulge in Bob’s trousers, she unfastened the front clasp of her bra, which fell away on the side that Bob wasn’t holding. Whimpering small cries of encouragement, she returned one hand to Bob’s erection and used the other to guide his fingers beneath the blouse, her nipple hard and proud immediately under his touch. She unzipped his trousers and probed inside over his shorts, finding the root of his cock, squeezing and ...
    tracing its length downwards to the tip. He gasped at the closer contact, just the thin cotton of his shorts separating her hand from his manhood, and then kissed her again, harder, his excitement building as she rhythmically squeezed in time with their kisses. Abandoning her bottom, Bob brought his other hand around and cupped Vicky’s small breasts, softly pinching the hard nipples, marvelling at their texture; lifting and testing their weight, squeezing them gently together and stealing glances around her kisses. Noticing this, Vicky arched back, breathing in and lifting her breasts upwards, pressing on the back of his neck to guide him down. She gasped with pleasure as he kissed one nipple, sucking it gently and then releasing as she had shown him with her mouth and then moving to the other one, probing with his tongue and feeling the hard bumps on the areola. Vicky felt a fire between her legs and silently cursed the triple layers of her skirt, pantyhose and panties. The pencil skirt stretched tight over her hips; from the outside it was possible only to touch the pubic bone, but the heat was further down, between her thighs, and the only way there was up and under her skirt. Even then, the way was blocked by her underwear. Unable to manoeuvre in the airplane bathroom, the task seemed impossible. First though, she would deal with Bob and then together they would find a way. Her kisses became more frantic, voicing little cries of encouragement as he explored her breasts, ...
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