1. A weekend break to Amsterdam


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

    huskily and I watched her tight little arse wiggle down the aisle. Severely turned on by now, I wanted to feel my fingers plunging between my pussy lips, but displaying superhuman powers I restrained myself. Mind you, I wasn't going to let this episode end here, I was determined to see how far I could take it. Having decided to see what would happen when Katja returned with our refreshments, I left my skirt up around my hips and gently teased myself through the soaking wet garment. I looked at Paul and saw him shaking his head disbelievingly. "You just couldn't leave it alone, could you, you little slut? You had to pull up your skirt and show of your stupid fanny to everyone. Typical, and what makes it worse is the fact you've included that lovely innocent girl in your depraved games." Although his voice sounded exasperated I could tell from his expression that he didn't mean it. And as for Katja being innocent, well he was definitely barking up the wrong tree. Despite protests from my loins, I reached over and resumed rubbing Paul's cock, still tucked away safely in his jeans, and watched his reaction. ‘God, I hadn’t had this much fun in ages,’ I thought amusingly, as a big smile spread across hubby's handsome features. I had no idea where this was going but I was certainly going to find out. "Oh, don't preach to me, Darling. I can feel how nice and hard your cock is and I just know you're as curious as me about our 'innocent' stewardess so don't try and pretend ...
    otherwise." He smiled sheepishly and then nodded guiltily. "Anyway, Baby," I said smiling smugly to myself, "that's what this trip to Amsterdam was all about wasn't it?" He nodded. "Mind you, I hadn’t reckoned on the action beginning on the plane. Just shows you can't take anything for granted." Another nod of the head. "Still, what do you do when an intelligent, attractive and sexy piece of ass crosses your path?" Even though the question was retrospective, the opinion wasn't and it felt good meeting another sexual predator, one who without regard to who, what or where she is, enjoys being as outrageous as myself, and be damned with the consequences. My mind was mulling over all these salient facts, fervently hoping I wasn’t wrong about our sexy little Dutch girl, and my impatience was growing. Just as I was wondering where she’d got to, Katja appeared in the aisle carrying a tray with two glasses of sparkling champagne. As she reached us, my fingers began surreptitiously pulling Paul's zipper which was straining to contain his erection. “Here’s your drinks, Sir... Madam.” Katja bent forward to offer us the liquid refreshment and apparently I’d underestimated her. The sight we beheld was not only surprising and very pleasing, it also confirmed my suspicions about her. Whilst fetching our drink, the saucy stewardess, obviously intent on raising the stakes, had undone the top few buttons of her blouse and as she leant over the loose garment fell open and revealed a sight for sore eyes. ...
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