1. A weekend break to Amsterdam


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

    dark brown eyes were fixed on my hand and they glistened mischievously as hubby's cock grew under my expert touch. The bulge was clearly visible and she smiled knowingly whilst licking her succulently made up lips, waiting for a reply. Standing there watching me, it appeared as if Katja bent further forward to show off her chest. Her ample 36D bosom jutted forward proudly and I could see a delightful cleavage as I looked down her blouse. “Tell me, Katja,” I said before hubby could begin, “do you have any more champagne back there?” I gestured with a nod of my head towards the workstation behind us. Paul’s cock was now fully erect and my hand was busy massaging the whole length of his trousers covered manhood, and the attractive stewardess just stood motionless, watching the action intently. Seeing her take more than just a casual interest in Paul’s bulge heightened my own perverse enjoyment. With her voice pleasant and controlled and displaying an amazing degree of professionalism, purely for the benefit of the other passengers you understand, Katja answered my question. “Of course, Madam, would you like me to fetch you a glass?” Hearing faultless English spoken with a cute foreign accent was a huge turn on, and seeing the hunger in her eyes as she followed my hand movements just added to my excitement. I had to squeeze my thighs together and squirm a little in my seat to staunch the flow of my leaking pussy. Paul, who hadn't dared uttered a word, more from the fear of ...
    betraying his true feelings, looked at me stern faced and tight lipped, his eyes pleading with me not to make a scene, especially here on the plane but it all fell on deaf ears, so to speak, because I was having so much fun. “Yes, Katja, I would like that very much! Bring two glasses would you, I want Paul to have some as well,” I replied, enjoying myself immensely. Paul just groaned, although I wasn’t sure if it was the effect my hand was wreaking in his trousers or from knowing what I was capable of once I stopped caring. Either way, his outburst attracted Katja's attention. "Would you like something else, Sir?" she asked licking her lips suggestively and jutting her chest upwards. I swear I could see her nipples hardening as she stood there. Tight lipped, he shook his head although I did notice he couldn't take his eyes off her either. Seeing his discomfort only made things more enjoyable for me, so I continued my teasing. “Oh come on, Paul, don’t be such a kill joy," I teased him, "you know how much I love champers!” He nodded his head at first before realizing he'd meant to say no so he quickly began shaking his head again and I could see Katja looking puzzled. “Oh dear, Katja,” I said, giggling coyly, “It seems like my Paul doesn’t want me to have any champagne.” She raised her eyebrows inquisitively, so I continued. “You see, Katja, when I drink champers, I get very horny and things tend to get out of control.” I raised my eyebrows suggestively and winked at her. “And I've ...
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