You're my world
The shelter from the rain
You're the pills
That take away my pain
You're the light
That helps me find my way
You're the words
When I have nothing to say

 

You're the fire
That warms me when I'm cold
You're the hand
I have to hold as I grow old
You're the shore
When I am lost at sea
You're the only thing
That I like about me

 

The flight back to London seemed surprisingly empty, or perhaps I was just lucky. There was no one seated either behind me or in front and although I hadn't thought about the practicalities of that I was glad for the space and the room to spread my work out without feeling bad about continuing to work long after I should be trying to catch up on sleep.

It wasn't until the lights had been dimmed and I had finished watching a film that the thought occurred to me. I had already wrapped a blanket around me and my mind was wandering away from work and back to the last time I had travelled to the States. It had been two years ago when I was a single, I had missed my flight and ended up in my hotel room with a guy from the conference.

I smiled at the memory, thinking about how his cock slid into me from behind, my body bent over the bed. It happened so quickly, his fingers expertly releasing my skirt and pushing it up over my hips and pulling my panties down and with a seemless movement pushing his hard cock against my wet lips.

I looked around briefly and noticed that the cabin was silent except for the droan of the planes engines. Under the blanket I gently began carressing my breast, undoing the buttons of my blouse and sliding my hand into the opening. I ran my hand over the lacy fabric of my bra and squeezed my nipple hard. Darn that fealt good. My memory of the man in my hotel room undoing my blouse and touching me in much the same way as I was touching myself

I fealt a pang of guilt, I was a taken lady now, surely I shouldnt be thinking about these sorts of things. But the image of that guy how unexpected it had all been had me too wet and longing to rub myself for guilt.

My hand wandered down to my skirt which I pulled up , tugging my panties to one side and letting my fingers slip across my plump lips

 

I looked around and the Stewardess was making her way through the cabin, she was older, pretty. I guessed they put the older more experienced of then to work in Business and First.

I stopped what I was doing and carefully re aranging my skirt stood up as the stewardess approached. ' Can I get you anything ' she whispered. I smiled 'A Jack Daniels' I replied in a low voice before adding ' I just need the bathroom'

I shut the door and reached under my skirt, pulling my panties off and placing them in my handbag. Then pulling my skirt up I felt myself, parting my soft lips and running the tip of my finger over the wetness seeping from me.

It would be easier to play with myself without those I thought looking at my panties neatly folded in my bag. I zipped it up and tugged down my skirt and retuned to my seat and two minatures of Jack Daniels and glass with some ice . I smiled the Stewardess really knew her job.

Settling back down I poured the first, and reached inside the blanket I had carefully wrapped around myself. Pulling up my skirt I found my sex again, smooth and enticing I circled my bud, shutting my eyes and taking myself back to a guy I had líterally only just met, rolling a condom over his cock. The anticipation, the excitement of that moment made me shudder with delight as I rubbed my clit harder.

The stewardess passed by ' All OK' ? she asked, my eyes were shut and I was aware that I was probably moaning very softly but I knew it was the expression in my face which must have been a give away. I opened my eyes and nodded and the stewardess smiled " Enjoy " she said moving off down the cabin.

I shut my eyes again, I was surprised by how wet I had become, my fingers probing myself and sending shivers through my body as I spread my legs ever so slightly further apart.

I watched the Stewardess disappear at the far end of the cabin and I shut my eyes again. My naked pussy and rock hard clit begging attention with a promise of orgasm a few moments away.

To this day I dont know if the Stewardess was refering to my drink or not but the more I think about it the more I am sure she knew.

 

I woke abruptly and drew the window blind up, blinking as the bright sunlight shone through the plane window. It always amazed me, no matter how many times I took these tran atlantic flights, that it could be dark one moment and a short while later as you entered a whole different set of time zones bright sunlight.

I untangled myself from the blanket I had wrapped around myself and went to the bathroom. I removed my skirt and looked at myself in the mirror, stared at my disheveled blouse noticing the buttons were still part undone.. Shit I thought, Im was sure no one had noticed. I took a paper towel and wiped myself and then smiled.

My orgasm had been long and gentle, a gentle ocean of sexual ecstasy which had washed over me as my fingers had brought myself to fullfilment. Under the blanket with my skirt hitched up, pantiles, my bare ass feeling the cool of planes seat and my fingers the damp warmth inside my sex.

Something made me want to cum again but with only a couple of hours left til I landed at Heathrow I decided to wait. BF would be at home and I fealt sure he would be eager after several days without me. I fished out my knickers from my bag and slipped them back on then pulled on my skirt and adjusted my blouse.

I would be back in New York in a couple of months again and the thought of my sexual play last night already had me planning how I could better the experience should I be struck by the need to masturbate the next time

 

This morning I looked through a bunch of photos at my studio which I had taken about a year back. My model was really quite beautiful and had never modelled before.

I will call her Janey. Janey was short blonde and about 20 with a surprisingly dense patch of golden blonde pubes and sizeable breasts. We had spent the afternoon in this weird old villa in Spain. Half run down half under renovation, we got some great shots. Parts of the house had a "Shining " feel to it ( minus the spooky twins ) others this beautiful delapidated look of faded grandeur. There was me and two other photographers plus another more experienced model. I spent my time concentrating on single shots of Janey though.

After about 20 minutes studying the prints and contact sheets I unbuttoned my jeans, pushing my hand into the front of my panties, seeking out my clit. It was the first time I had even thought about Janey that way. I dont know why really but suddenly I found something very sexual in the pictures which hadnt been intended at all. I walked over to a large comfy armchair which I had rescued from a dumpster sometime back and transported to the studio.

Sitting myself down I pulled my jeans down and slipped my fingers between my legs, enjoying the sensation, the naughtiness. I thought about my girlfriend sleeping back home and the way we had made love last night. I pushed two fingers inside me and gasped, yanking my top up and grabbing my naked breasts.

I thought about what Janey might think if she knew what I was up to. I thought about my girlfriend and what she would think about me playing with myself in my studio armchair. It added to to the taboo and the excitement and for a few moments I was totally lost and totally found