My name is Marie.  At present, I'm on one of those big jumbo jets crossing
the Atlantic from New York to London, England.  It's a long flight from New
York, with the big jet engines droning, and I'll be glad to get off this
seven hour flight.

I won't go into my life history or why I'm going to London. It's enough to
say that I'm an attractive 24 year old flight attendant/part-time model,
and I'm also a lesbian. But this flight is not work it's all pleasure.

I've been with a few woman in my life, and I've been always been very
selective.

My seat is a window seat in first class, and sitting next to me was a
pretty, tall tomboyish looking girl, with a blush of red in her hair, who
couldn't have been more than 16, and as I found out later, was traveling
alone.

She was wearing a cute denim skirt with a tank top, and I couldn't help but
notice the little cartoon tattoo she had on her shoulder. I remarked that
it was unusual looking and she said it was because she played women's
softball.

I couldn't help but notice how well she filled out her top, and that
familiar stirring began between my legs.  We introduced ourselves and she
said her name was Ann.  As we watched TV on the little screen in front of
us a program about lesbians came on and I couldn't help but notice her
interest.

The flight attendant brought us pillows and blankets, and as I covered
myself the blanket covered Ann also, who didn't object.

She tried to concentrate on the program and I mentioned that it was a good
show which seemed to put her at ease. I even said the woman on the show was
very attractive, and she agreed. Oh, how I wanted her. This sexy creature
beside me.

As we watched the program I slipped my hand under the blanket on let it sit
in her leg softly, all the time keeping up a steady conversation.  At least
she didn't object to my hand on her leg.

I asked her if she wanted to change seats so she could look out the window,
and after we had changed I again covered us with the blanket, and let my
hand rest on her leg.  God she was beautiful.

I could see her hands moving under the blanket as if she was playing with
her nipples. As I reached up to turn off the lights I allowed my hand to
find the helm of her dress.

Slowly my fingers softly caressed her leg. I could hear her breath in the
darkness taking very shallow breaths. Still no word of objection as my
fingers continued on their path to my objective.

My mind was racing, thinking what could I do here in public.

I watched her as she slowly parted her beautiful legs. She wants it. She
wants my fingers.

Just as my fingers were softly brushing her inner thigh, she announced that
she had to use the ladies room. As she walked up the aisle I was wondering,
did she really have to go or was she scared of what my fingers were
doing. I thought, oh well, at least I can use the ladies room to
masturbate.

When she returned, we again covered ourselves with the blanket. Making
small talk I tried again with putting my hand on her leg. This time she
didn't hesitate by parting her legs and kind of slipping down in the
seat. Making my hand go further up her warm moist thigh.

My fingers were making lazy eight's on her soft inner thigh my little
finger made contact. She wasn't wearing panties. She must have removed them
in the ladiesroom. With that she turned her head and gave me the biggest
smile.

I returned her smile and let my fingers brush against her soft fur, as I
played with her pussy lips. She whispered softly, "Yes."

Her movement made the blanket slip down from her top and I could see I was
right in my suspicions. She was playing with her nipples. I let my other
hand reach for her breast and pinched her nipple through her top. She gave
out with a little moan.

I reached under her top with one hand to slip my fingers under the cup and
squeezed her beautiful breast. My other hand busily playing with her pussy
lips. I asked her to lift up her top, looking around to make sure the other
passengers were asleep, then dropped my mouth to her breast and sucked hard
on her stiff nipple.

Instinctively her legs began to spread wider.  Now my hand was slowly
patting her pussy.  Her legs were spread so invitingly my fingers parted
her pussy lips and I entered her hot wet pussy.

My slightest touch set her hips into a slow, undulating thrust.  Now she
was moaning louder than I cared for. I certainly didn't want anyone seeing
what I was doing to this luscious girl.

My fingers, slipping inside of her, brushed her clit as I sunk up to my
second knuckle.  "OOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh goddd, she whimpered.
Soooooooo gooood."  Her ass was lifting from the seat as her hips thrust up
against my hand. My fingers were plunging into her cunt in rhythmic motion,
trying to match her every thrust.  I felt her body tense, then begin to
tremble.  Her pussy was now gripping my fingers. Her cunt was about to
explode.  "YESSSSSSSSS," she groaned from deep in her throat.

She was cumming, buckets of pussy juice flowing from between her legs
spilling out over my hand and down onto the seat.  "Oh," she grunted as the
fragrance of her juices filled the air around us.  Slowly the orgasms
subsided and her twitching body was still.  I thought she had passed out.
I looked at her fearfully but her eyes opened with a complete satisfied
look on her face.  "Thank you, she said.

I told her I wanted to taste her, and for her to go to the restroom and I
would follow. Opening the door I found her sitting on the counter with her
legs spread an patting her clit. Hiking up my skirt as I sat down on the
toilet I plunged my face between her legs. Licking her delicate folds as I
fingered my hot wet pussy. I took my wet fingers out of my hot cunt and
with my middle finger I finger fucked her little asshole as I tongue fucked
her. Moving my other hand to pat her clit as my tongue probed her pussy
walls. Her body tensed, and with that she rewarded me with a mouthful of
her sweet honey. That was all I needed and my own orgasm came with a blast,
her thighs muffling the sound of my moans.

As we departed the plane, I asked her if she would be returning to the
United States. No, she replied. She said that she would be returning to her
home in British Columbia, Canada. I love that girl.