Thanks everyone for your positive comments.
Those with the power, appreciate any points you can share.
The story continues…
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0355hrs:
You think I can sleep? First Class flat bed notwithstanding, I’ve been tossing and turning for hours, my long forgotten memories of ‘Kathy, JC tennis babe’, replaying like an old black & white movie, mingled with new breaking footage of ‘Leading Stewardess Kathy’, divorced and seemingly available…
How often do you get to meet your teenage crush years later, and actually get a chance to re-write history??
Right now, the cabin lights are dimmed for the night, and all my fellow passengers are asleep. The only noise is the constant roar of the aircraft engines and the snores of the fat Australian businessman in seat 3A.
I stand and head towards the toilet. Kathy is sitting alone in the crew seat, staring blankly out of the plane window. The sky is starry and clear outside, and the incoming moonlight highlights some of the minor lines on her still cute, but older face.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask her.
She looks back at me silently for a moment, then smiles a wistful, coy smile. “I was just thinking that maybe I should’ve taken up your offers of coffee and Zouk…”
The gate is open. Charge!
“Well do you want to rectify that oversight?”
“Now?” Kathy asks.
“Yeah… Now.”
Kathy looks around and checks behind the galley curtains. We’re alone.
She stands very, very close. So close that her right breast presses against my arm, and I can smell her sweet perfume. She whispers in my ear, “Go back to your seat first. There’s a lavatory in business class on the right side with a sign that says ‘Not in Operation’… Meet me there in 10 minutes.” Wink.
0403hrs:
These are the longest 10 minutes of my life! Do seconds really pass this slowly? I am watching the aircraft flight path on the video screen, and absently note that we are cruising at 37000 feet somewhere over Iran.
Finally, I stand up and begin heading for my quarry. Thank goodness I had the foresight to keep my briefs on underneath these airline pajamas. Otherwise my bulging, rock-hard sword would be certain cause for an immediate landing in Tehran, and me being tossed in a maximum security Iranian prison for life for obscenity!
I sneak back into the business class cabin and identify the loo in question. The sign indicates ‘Occupied’. It’s ideally located slightly away from the crew galley. The coast is clear and I tap twice on the door.
In a quick sequence, the bolt slides open, I push the door open, slip inside and slide the bolt across once again.
Kathy stands before me, grinning. “Hello Johnnie Mac!”
Then, more seriously, she whispers, “Remember, we cannot make a sound, ok?!”
In the ultra-tight confines of the aircraft lavatory, I presses myself towards Kathy, pushing her back against the only flat wall, and we kiss passionately like long-lost lovers.
0407hrs:
There is no space to work with! My left hand is groping Kathy’s pert butt, but constrained in movement by the metal washbasin and counter. My right hand is trying to manoevre into position on her breasts, but my elbow keeps loudly thumping against the toilet door – a major no-no! I’m only able to freely savour her mouth, neck and ears with my lips and tongue…
I finally manage to slide my hand thru the slit in her sarong kerbaya, and slowly finger her wet, no drenched, pussy. However the angle makes it impossible to insert… Kathy moans softly, but notwithstanding my fantasies of joining the Mile High Club, this is still *very* awkward lovemaking…
So after a few minutes of constrained action, I finally let Kathy take charge… Perhaps she’s more experienced in these confines than I am?!
She has undone the top of her uniform and pink bra, allowing her ample, soft breasts to hang freely. I stroke and finger her nipples as she slowly moves lower, tongue working my chest area.
Then she sits down on the closed toilet seat, leans forward and takes me in her mouth…
She’s good! One of her hands is working my balls with perfect touch, while the other hand continues to stroke my chest. Her tongue is doing wonders internally, and we slowly find a good rhythm with me gently thrusting, and her head moving in perfect synchrony…
It looks like I’m never gonna be able to pee on a plane again without thinking of Kathy Chan emitting soft little moans and slurping sounds!!
these are the final two ‘mile-high’ mini-installments for now. but the holiday story shall continue…
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0418hrs:
“Kathy, almost there!” I whisper.
Kathy (what a fabulous babe!) doesn’t pull back, and instead keeps working harder.
When my load arrives, her lips are suctioned tightly over the very base of my shaft. She swallows it whole. After the last of my juice is shot, Kathy finally slides away, licking up and any excess, then lets off a series of small little coughs…
She gargles some airline mouthwash, rinses out, and we French kiss again.
“It’s a little tight in here. You wanna continue this somewhere more private in London?” Kathy asks. “Besides I hate having to keep the noise level down…”
Oh dear… looks like dinner tomorrow with Laura is going to have to be postponed…
0445hrs:
I’m feeling that familiar buzz again that says ‘Life is Good!’… All the recent stress of work is, finally, thousands of miles behind me now. And still, it’s another five hours till we land in London.
I mentally go thru my List Of Things To Do Before I Die. Join Mile High Club: Check.
It seems this flat bed is pretty conducive for sleep after all…
Good night.
** TBC **
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Originally Posted by
nismo88
Bro welcum back n well done….
How i wish i can be like u too….
n i was in my tennis team in JC too…..
but i not as lucky as u leh….. kekeke
thks for the story though….
nismo88, always grateful for your support bro. Cheers.
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Originally Posted by
stella artois
how abt using this SQ girl pic for your KATHY
?
Hmmm, not bad. She looks about 23? Closer to what she looked like in JC…
Age her another 7-8 years, tie her hair back, green uniform… Can!
Anyone want to suggest proxy pics of Monica & Nora??
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Originally Posted by
yang punk
How about a new story and I’ll up u my 8 points?
wow you dug up this old boy’s old thread…
life’s been a little more quiet these days, but perhaps i could work up some other memories for inspiration.
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Originally Posted by
Tan1975
Was hoping he comes back actually
Hahaha, glad to hear I am still remembered.
Well bros, I still have decent adventures, but nothing as exciting to write about as the three here which defined my love life… I’ll keep working at it tho, and with luck I’ll be back with another good story to tell.