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Mile High Sluts - Part 2 of 2

Date: 11/24/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

almost stumbled. Seat 1H was occupied by a girl who didn’t look a day older than eighteen, with short, tousled, fire-engine red hair and beautiful green eyes and wearing a tight-fitting black tube dress. She was a little chubby, but from the first few glances I could already tell that she appeared too lively for the few extra pounds to be a problem for her. There were only two other passengers in first class, both at the other side, so I would be able to focus solely on her. A metal stud peeked out underneath her lower lip, and when she looked my way, I noticed a line of cute, small stars tattooed from the corner of her eye down her face. ‘Seduce her.’ That was the order of the day, but I had no idea how to accomplish that. I slowly stepped close to her seat. “Good afternoon, Ma’am. I hope you have a pleasant flight. Is there anything you need? Can I offer you a glass of champagne, or something else to drink?” It was funny how easily the words suddenly flowed, almost as if I had rehearsed them. “Yes, I want a glass of champagne,” she said, then leaned forward to pull one of these modern electronic books from the bag next to her seat and ignored me. I went back to the attendant’s area and poured her a glass, thankful that I found an already opened bottle, and tried to formulate a plan. She was nothing like I had expected. You had to be rich, in fact - and for my standards, filthy rich - to afford the kind of first class travel offered here. She didn’t look like that at all. ... But then, perhaps she was from a well-of family, the rebel child who indulged in her parents’ money. Or she was some kind of artist, a second idea occurred to me. Artists dressed and behaved by different rules without anyone taking offense. “Here, Ma’am, your champagne.” I handed it to her. She took a sip and eyed me over the rim of the glass. “That dress looks ridiculous.” “I’m sorry,” I stammered, caught off-guard. “I can change into…” “I don’t know why you bother with it at all. I mean, you could just as well prance around naked, it wouldn’t make a difference.” She stared at me. Was that a challenge? “If you want, I can…” She made a shooing gesture. “I want to read while I drink.” I traipsed back behind the wall and leaned against it. She was making it hard. Or was she? She was apparently the one who had ordered that I wear that ‘ridiculous’ dress. It was a game! I knew what I had to do. Taking a deep breath, I opened the zipper and slipped out of the rubber outfit, folding it onto my seat. It wasn’t the first time I was naked in an airplane, after all, and my nipples seemed quite fond of the idea. Peeking around the corner, I waited until her glass was empty, then slowly approached her, with nothing but high heels and my slut card on my body. “May I take your glass, Ma’am?” She held it out without words and without even looking at me. I took it from her fingers, and my thoughts raced. Seduce her! “Is there anything else I can do for you, Ma’am?” She looked up from her ebook ...