California Here I “Cum”
by Marie LeClare
Some of y’all know from reading my stories that I’m a professional model for the adult industry, but I also do some legitimate modeling, so it was that I was heading from one gig in New York State for the apple growers, then out to California for another gig but for an adult client.
One of the perks of being a known model is that I fly first class, but the flight was crowded even in first class. The ape sitting in the aisle seat next to me kept trying to look out the window, but I think he really was trying to cop a feel, which I resisted, and I was getting really pissed by the minute.
It was then that I heard a woman from across the aisle, who had a window seat, like myself, ask him, sarcastically, if he wanted to change seats with her because she had seen clouds before, and he literally jumped at the chance.
Introducing herself as Sally, as she took her seat next to me, she said she saw what he was trying to do. Adding, that she could understand the attraction, with a smile.
Looking at her I judged her to be about 40, and although I have never really had an attraction for older women, there have been exceptions, and she was very attractive.
After making some small talk, I reminded myself, and mentioned to her that I had to catch up on some correspondence, and stood up to get my laptop from the overhead compartment.
Standing up I felt her hand brushing my leg and wondered if it was an accident, because my gaydar radar hadn’t signaled me that she was a lesbian.
“You have beautiful legs” she remarked, “you should consider modeling, or have you done any modeling?”
I replied that I was a model and was going from one gig to another in California.
“Well that’s a beautiful shade of hose you’re wearing. May I see how they look?” she asked.
Hiking my denim skirt up so she could see my thigh high hose, she noticed that I wasn’t wearing panties and my pussy was just a shining. She let out an audible breath and placed her hand on my inner thigh.
“It feels like silk,” she said.
Although she was talking about my hose I could see that her eyes were glued to my pussy which was having a very definite affect on me.
After I sat down and opened my computer, I had the feeling she was looking over my shoulder, so when I opened some email, she let out another audible breath because somebody had sent me some sexy lesbian pictures.
“Oh” she said, “they’re beautiful. Do you mind if I look?”
I told her I didn’t mind and she leaned against me to get a closer look. Just then the flight attendant walked down and asked us if we wanted a blanket, and Sally was thanking her as she spread the blanket covering both of us.
Looking around I could see that most of the reading lights were turned off, so I guessed everybody was asleep, and after all it was in the middle of the night.
Opening the top of my laptop again Sally snuggled up next to me to see the pictures, and remarked how beautiful the women were as they made love. I had to agree that they were attractive.
As we looked from one picture to the next I felt Sally’s fingers brush against my breast under the blanket, and making little circles over my, by now, stiff nipple.
I turned my head and looked at her, returning her knowing smile. The universal sign that what she was doing was quite acceptable to me, to which she cupped my breast. Weighing it in her hand, and rubbed my rock hard nipple with her thumb.
Whispering to me, “You have beautiful breasts dear, can you slip your bra up?”
Before I had a chance to reply she had slipped her hand under my top and pushed my bra up so she could play with my nipples.
Feeling her fingers pulling, pinching and rolling my nipple between her fingers had quite an affect on me and I started to squirm in my seat. I also wondered how far this was going to go, especially on a crowded flight. Or if I was going to have to go to the ladies to masturbate.
My thoughts were interrupted when I felt her other hand on my leg, just under the hem of my skirt, and inching upwards. Softly caressing my inner thigh, her fingers felt like velvet, reaching my hot wet pussy.
“Lean back a little dear,” she said, and I instinctively knew why, and did as she requested.
Feeling her soft touch on my pussy, as she dragged her fingers up and down my hot wet slit. Cuddling my swollen wet clit between her fingers she started to pull at my clit, before she penetrated my being with her middle finger.
As she softly started to finger fuck me I looked around again hoping no one would see us playing, but got the shock of my life, as she pulled up my top and dropped her head to suck on my nipple.
At that point I wasn’t too concerned if we were seen but never the less I pulled the blanket so it would appear that she was covered and sleeping.
It was then that she slipped a second finger in my hot pussy, and after wiggling them, then crossing them, she started to finger fuck me furiously. It wasn’t going to take much to make me cum.
As her fingers worked their magic on my pussy I could feel the tingle building and when it got to the point that I was on the edge, she bit down on my nipple hard.
Biting down on my own lip so I wouldn’t scream the floodgates opened, and my pussy honey poured forth, coating her fingers and hand.
Bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking them of my girlie juice she whispered, “I want to taste it from the source,” and tried
to shift positions so she could lick my pussy.
Images of being thrown off the flight or going to jail danced through my head, but throwing caution to the wind I turned sideways and parted my legs as wide as I could in the seat.
It took her no time to get her mouth on my pussy and her tongue was like a humming bird as she licked my hot pussy. Using her fingers to part my pussy lips she licked my inner lips before lapping at my swollen wet clit, and slipped her fingers back in my pussy.
Finger fucking me and drawing my swollen clit into her mouth she sucked harder than I have ever been sucked, and fingered me roughly.
It was then that she started to hum as she sucked my clit, and the vibration drove me wild, but two things happened.
The flight attendant was making her rounds and saw us as I was on the edge and going to cum, but I was too far gone to care and couldn’t stop if I had wanted to. All I could do was smile at her.
Fortunately, she smiled back and nodded that it was alright, and I had a mind blowing orgasm. Almost choking Sally.
After we had used some tissues to wipe my soaking pussy, I asked Sally to go to the restroom with me, because I wanted to taste her pussy.
She went first and a few minutes later I made in down the aisle to the restrooms. As I passed by the flight attendant she whispered in a hushed tone that if I wasn’t busy that night to give her a call and slipped me a piece of paper with her phone number on it.
Tapping on the door Sally opened it a crack and seeing that it was me opened the door to let me in, and I made it inside the cramped restroom.
I noticed that Sally had removed her little panty girdle seeing it sitting on the counter and I told her to sit up next to it while I sat down on the toilet.
Breathing in her musky fragrance I placed my hands on her inner thighs as I dipped my head and dipped my tongue tasting her soaking pussy. Allowing my tongue to explore her delicate folds, as I licked and nibbled on her pussy lips, before my thumbs parted her pussy lips and I licked her inner lips.
Swirling my tongue in a little circle over her swollen wet clit, before I clutched it between my teeth and wiggled my head, bringing her to unknown heights of passion.
I repeated what she had done to me, knowing that it must be something she liked. Slipping my 2 fingers deep in her pussy, and wiggling them while I finger fucked her, and sucking on her swollen clit like a straw.
She rewarded me by throwing her head back and her pussy contracting as her nectar poured forth filling my hungry mouth. Not wanting to stop I continued licking and sucking but was stopped by her placing her hand on me.
“No please, I’m too sensitive,” she said.
After she had made it back to her seat and I was walking back, the flight attendant told me my skirt was soaked in the back and she would bring me some paper towels to sit on until it dried, well before our arrival.
As we departed the flight, and the flight attendants were thanking the passengers hoping they had a nice flight, ours simply said to us, that she knew we had a good flight to which we agreed, before we said farewell to each other.