1. A weekend break to Amsterdam


    Date: 12/9/2014, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    saw him frown when I mumbled 'her' and pointed ambiguously in the direction of the flute shaped glass. Unsure of what I meant, he asked me again but this time I said I wanted the same as the other lady, and nodded to the half bottle of Champagne. I heard his sharp intake of breath when he heard what I said and, although his reaction was expected, I ignored it, smiling wickedly as he gave me a cautious sideways glance. “Are you sure, Darling?” he asked wearily, almost afraid to hear the answer he knew was coming. I gave him my most mischievous smile, a smouldering look from my emerald green eyes and nodded. “Darling…” I said teasingly, “you know I don’t need champers to be a slut.” A playful pause, whilst watching him wince. “Because… well, that’s what I am. It’s just that with a glass of bubbly, I don’t worry about the consequences so much!” He shook his head and smiled worriedly. “You knew that before you married me, so don’t start acting all prim and proper when it’s inconvenient for you. Oh, and F.Y.I., you don’t make a fuss when you’re happily fucking the ass off me, so stop trying to make me feel guilty now, because it’s not gonna happen. Now order me that drink pleeease .” He sighed heavily, but knowing he was fighting a losing battle, he resigned himself to the inevitable and looked across the cabin to attract her attention. I raised myself in the chair and put my blood red lips to his ear. “Besides, Darling, I'm already horny, so denying me my drink isn’t going to ...
    help!” My hand reached forward and landed on his groin. I could feel his manhood twitch under my palm and I began rubbing his soft flesh. I could feel him unwillingly hardening through his tight jeans as the beautiful flight attendant turned towards us and began moving in our direction. As she came closer, her eyes were drawn to my hand lying in Paul's lap and I deliberately rubbed his stiffening cock harder. As she realized what she was watching, her walk subtly changed and her hips swung a bit wider and her breasts seemed to acquire a more pronounced bounce. The name tag on her gorgeous bosom pronounced to the world she was ‘Katja Jansen’ and when she reached us, she leaned forward placing both hands on her upper thighs for support, and with eyes sparkling playfully and a sensual smile on her lips, she addressed us. “Can I be of any assistance, Sir?” she enquired. Even though her tone was friendly and professional, her voice had a dark husky timbre and I felt ripples of pleasure run down my spine. Close up she was even more gorgeous than I realised. The dark hue of her skin revealed she had a touch of the tar brush in her ancestry, but this made her look more exotic and increased her beauty. Her dark hair was folded up and was covered by her light blue cap, which was part of the uniform. Again the image of her standing in front of me, her uniform torn and dishevelled, displaying lots of her almond coloured skin tantalized my fantasy and I grinded Paul's groin even harder. Her ...