Fun at the Airport

by Marie LeClare

When I boarded my flight at Dallas, Texas for my business trip to Madrid, Spain, I hoped that I might meet somebody to chat with on the flight and perhaps more at the end of the flight, but no such luck and I was annoyed by the fat old man who had the seat next to me.

I had just arrived in Frankfurt, Germany, at the airport, for my two hour layover before continuing on to Madrid, Spain, and as I walked through the airport I noticed that a large hotel was connected which I thought was a pretty neat idea, before I noticed the little kiosk, which sold drinks and sandwiches.

I stopped at the little stand for a cup of coffee, when I saw her. She was stunning. My eyes were not believing what pleasure they were seeing and I’m sure I had my mouth open in amazement.

When she turned to look at me, she smiled, and I’m sure she knew what I was thinking but I was embarrassed at having been caught ogling such a beautiful woman, and turned away for a brief moment.
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Zoey Zane #07 Green Bikini

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Anal Nurse

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Ms. Magee

Ms. Magee

by Marie LeClare
Harrods Department store, probably the most prestigious store in England, if not the world, was hiring, so I had heard, but I was not there for a job.

I was having problems with them accepting my American credit card so I was looking for customer service on the third floor.

Jobs had become very difficult to get and I had heard that it was not rare for female employers to take advantage of interviewees.

I happened to pass by this office, with the door not completely closed, where an interview was taking place with a girl that couldn’t be a day over 16. The interview was going well, and the young girl was desperate for the job and all seemed fine until Ms. Magee smiled and said, “you seem an ideal candidate. Are you aware that sometimes employers decide between candidates on the basis of their willingness to cooperate in, what shall we say, perks”.

With that my ears perked up.

“Yes” she replied.

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Flight Sex

by Marie LeClare

I had just been fired from the airlines, and was returning home. I don’t want to say why I was fired or from which airline but our uniform was shorts, so I was happy to have put on a denim skirt for the return flight. I had nothing to do except to think about sex. I sat there thinking to myself, I can’t take it. I need it. Oh God I need it bad.

As I glanced around at my traveling companions I noticed her sitting across the aisle. She was rubbing her legs together, and I knew she was in the same condition.

Our eyes met and we smiled at each other. That knowing smile. As she licked her lips, she pulled her skirt up to above her knees. I took a deep breath and smiled back, with the question look on my face. I know what you want but where can we go. I can’t wait. I wanted to tear our clothes off and enjoy each other. Breaking into my thoughts, she stood up and slightly motioned to me to follow her.

Waiting a few moments, so nobody would notice, I followed her, past the galley toward the restrooms aft. As she walked to one of the small restrooms at the rear of the plane, she turned and smiled at me, then opened the door, and with a motion of her head, invited me to join her. As I entered the small restroom we were pushed together.
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Zoey Zane #06 Double Trouble

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Brutal Dyke

by Leslie
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Mrs. Fields

by Marie LeClare

Mrs. Fields entered the park and took a seat on her favorite park bench, facing the swings, setting down her knitting in her lap and her bag at her feet.

Christine really couldn’t understand how the young girls had given her that name, because she had never been married and was in fact a confirmed lesbian, but when she sat on the park bench all she could think about was how arousing the young girls looked on the swings.

When the new girl arrived at the swings, the other young girls kind of ignored her, and didn’t want to be friends, Christine noted, so after playing on the swings for awhile and after the other girls left the park the new girl walked over and plopped down on the grass in front of Christine.

“I know who you are” the girl said to Christine, “you’re Mrs. Fields, the lady with the cookies”.

Christine just smiled and said “You can call me Christine but who are you?” “I’m Angel. I just moved her with my Mom” the girl said.

“I noticed that the other girls don’t seem to care for you Angel. Is there a reason?” Christine asked with a smile as her eyes took in the beautiful mature figure before her, all the while wondering how old Angel was.
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