Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2011 01:23:07 +0000
From: gxtw gxtw <gxtw@hotmail.com>
Subject: Late Flight from Lissabon (complete)

Late Flight from Lissabon

by Vega Taxeca

I love to watch other women. Unlike a guy (or at least most guys), though,
summer is not the season I am looking forward to the most. Don't get me
wrong, summer can be great: Short skirts, skimpy tops, lots of naked flesh
on display, what's not to love? But no, my favourite season is
winter. Because winter means boots. Or, more precisely, women wearing
boots, preferably leather boots. Those are my fetish. I can't get enough of
watching them.

In January, I took it a step further.

I was on a late flight from Lissabon to Cologne. I had attended some
business meetings. Everything went as planned and now I was on my way
home. Since it was in the middle of the week, the plane was rather empty. I
had had no problem to get a window seat near to the front.

The seat next to mine was empty and a young woman had taken the one at the
aisle. She had given me a friendly smile when she sat down, but soon she
became engrossed with a novel she was reading. Guessing from the book
cover, she was probably Portuguese. She had shoulder length black hair,
brown eyes and a very pretty face. I would have guessed her age at early
twentieth, but her petite frame might have been misleading.

So she was easy on the eyes and a pleasure to watch. But the best part
about her were her boots. She was wearing high-heeled (at least two inches)
black boots. They were almost knee-high and made of smooth polished
leather. Their look on this beautiful woman had me fascinated.

While she was reading, she had crossed one leg over the other, with the tip
of the boot pointing in my direction. She was slightly moving her foot up
and down or sometimes in circles. The motion had a hypnotizing affect on
me. My eyes were following it almost constantly, though I tried to hide it
from being too obvious.

This show went on for almost an hour. She was reading her book, I was
admiring her boots. I was just following another circle of her movements
with my eyes, when suddenly I heard her voice.

"You seem to like them."

Startled I looked up. She was gazing directly at me, with big brown eyes
and a lightly teasing smile. Her next words were even more of a shock for
me.

"You may kiss them."

Instantly I was blushing bright red, feeling guilty and not knowing what to
say.

She spoke again. "Don't be shy. This is your one chance. You can either use
it or regret to have missed it."

Something snapped inside me. I had never done anything so daring before,
but now I would. A quick glance around showed me that nobody else would be
able to see it, since the seats directly across the aisle were empty. A bit
awkwardly I bend towards her legs. She stopped me with her hand.

"No, no, this has to be done properly. You will kneel down and only then
kiss my boots." She used a soft, but yet commanding voice.

I blushed again and looked at her. I detected under her pretty face a
hidden strength of personality. I hesitated for a second, but felt more
excited than ever before. And I realized, yes, I wanted to submit to this
beautiful stranger. I wanted to kneel before her and I wanted to kiss her
shiny black leather boots.

It was a bit cramped, but I managed to kneel in the leg space. Then I bowed
down towards her right boot. I slowed down when my lips were almost
touching it. I sniffed to breath in the musky aroma of the leather. It
smelled great. Then I puckered my lips and softly kissed the tip. The taste
was even better than the smell. I felt in heaven. I also became more and
more aroused, with the first signs of wetness in my panties.

"Good girl. Now that you have shown your reverence, you may clean my boots
with your tongue." Again her soft voice was full of authority.

This time I didn't even hesitate. Eagerly I started to lick along the
side. Then I moved my tongue up and down the shaft. My whole being was
focused on just this one task: Licking every last inch of her boots. The
boot was soon covered in my saliva. I even went so far as to lick her soles
as well. Then I sucked on her heel. All of this was done very thoroughly,
very slowly, to savour every second of my actions. After long minutes of
cleaning this boot, she pulled it away and put her right foot down. Now I
bend down even further and started on her other boot. First I kissed the
tip, then I licked it.

With my concentration on my task, I almost missed the flight attendant
appearing at our row. She looked down at me, clearly surprised, but then
moved on without a word. I was surely blushing again, but I didn't
stop. The knowledge to have been seen just added to my excitement. My
panties were almost soaked, wetter even than the saliva covered boots. At
last I was finished and the woman petted my head.

"You have done a good job. I allow you to visit the restroom and
masturbate. And while you come, you will think about my boots."

I felt at the same time humiliated and very naughty. But mostly I felt
hot. So I got up and followed her command as quickly as possible without
rousing suspicion from the other passengers. Once inside I quickly pulled
down my skirt and panties and touched myself. I reached an orgasm in record
time. Afterwards I tried to clean up as best I could, but I was probably
still looking slightly dishevelled.

When I opened the door, I almost ran into the flight attendant. When she
saw me, she grinned.

"Did you have fun? I wouldn't have minded to trade places with you back
there," she said and winked at me.

I felt embarrassed. So I just nodded and then moved on quickly. Back in my
seat, the woman was reading again and practically ignored me. Only when the
plane was preparing for landing did she look up.

"Give me your business card. Perhaps I will call you for a repeat
performance," she said.

I gave her my card, silently hoping she would make the call.