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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 37
Does This Count For The Mile High Club?
I will only say this was before, not now. I was underage, a school girl at the time. I lived with my grandparents for school while my parents were stationed overseas. I was on my way to spend the summer with them on a long long plane ride. I was on the window and a man was beside me, and he was very nice.
Over the ocean, we hit turbulence and I was scared, the man took my hand and held it tight while we shook and shook. He raised the armrest between us so I could hug his arm. During the shaking I put his hand in my lap, held on tight with both hands. And... it started feeling good in a very inappropriate way.
I held on tight, my arm around his arm, my other hand pushing his hand in my lap. I don't remember if it was the plane shaking, or just me. I had my first orgasm in my seat, my foot cramped, my eyes watered and lost focus, I thought I couldn't breathe. When I came to my face was buried in his chest and he was holding me tight.
I wasn't sure if I was embarrassed, or just happy for him to hold me. All I know is that for the remaining hours of the flight I slept with his arm around me until he woke me up, and he sent me to the bathroom before landing to wash my face and brush my hair and teeth.
I walked with him, through immigration and customs, holding his hand all grown up. He turned me over to my parents and said goodbye.
Over the ocean, we hit turbulence and I was scared, the man took my hand and held it tight while we shook and shook. He raised the armrest between us so I could hug his arm. During the shaking I put his hand in my lap, held on tight with both hands. And... it started feeling good in a very inappropriate way.
I held on tight, my arm around his arm, my other hand pushing his hand in my lap. I don't remember if it was the plane shaking, or just me. I had my first orgasm in my seat, my foot cramped, my eyes watered and lost focus, I thought I couldn't breathe. When I came to my face was buried in his chest and he was holding me tight.
I wasn't sure if I was embarrassed, or just happy for him to hold me. All I know is that for the remaining hours of the flight I slept with his arm around me until he woke me up, and he sent me to the bathroom before landing to wash my face and brush my hair and teeth.
I walked with him, through immigration and customs, holding his hand all grown up. He turned me over to my parents and said goodbye.
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