As I step on the plane headed for London, and take my seat by the window, my mind and heart start racing. It is really happening. After months of chatting online, getting to know one another and sharing not only our words and thoughts, but much, much more; our hopes and dreams, disappointments, regrets and failures, and our fantasies, we are actually going to meet. Today.
As the plane takes off, images of the moment we come face to face race through my mind. I can picture it. We have talked for months about those initial first moments, when we look into each other’s eyes for the first time, and the passion that has been building for so long is no longer just words on a screen. Finally I can look into your eyes and see the love and desire that you have been describing to me, and you can look into mine and see the desire that has been building within me for you, for months. We have both talked about how shy we are, and our concerns that things may be awkward at first. But as I’m sitting here on this plane headed for the place I’ve been dreaming about, images of shy awkwardness are not what I’m envisioning. I am seeing images of complete comfort and surrender, and as we embrace for the first time I swear I can see tears welling up in both of our eyes’. It is a scene straight from the movies. We are both totally oblivious to anything that is happening around us, all that matters is the fact that after so many months, we are finally in each other’s arms.

As this scene plays through in my mind, and as these images flash before me, tears start slowly running down my cheeks. Tears of joy, not of sadness. I have been aching for you for so long, wanting to be able to look into your eyes and tell you how much you mean to me. Desiring the opportunity to softly caress your cheek, and slowly bring my lips to yours for a tender but passionate kiss. Aching to taste your mouth for the first time, and have your tongue envelop mine. Pulling you close to me, close enough that our breasts touch, and running my hands all over your body.

It isn’t long before the images in my mind make me totally oblivious to my surroundings, and cause me to forget I’m on a crowded plane surrounded by people. As I move in my seat, trying to gather my composure, I notice for the first time the wetness my desire has created. Without much hesitation, I reach in my bag for a blanket and cover myself up. Being completely aware of the excitement that thoughts of you seem to cause, I have come prepared. I am wearing casual shorts that are loose, with no panties, and a sleeveless top that hugs my frame perfectly and shows off my oversized breasts, with no bra. I chose to wear no bra and panties for two reasons; one, if I feel like the excitement is too much for me, I can just cover up, and reach into my shorts and do what I need to do. Secondly, when we meet, if things go well like we both know will happen, you have easy access.
With the blanket covering me, and thoughts of you racing through my head, I reach under my t-shirt and start gently rubbing my right breast. I picture your hand under there, feeling and massaging it, and taking my sensitive, erect nipple between your thumb and forefinger, gently tweaking it. I have ached for so long to feel your mouth around my nipple, your tongue teasing it and your lips gently nibbling on it. I have lost count of how many times I have envisioned you sucking gently on my breasts while your fingers are moving all over my body, caressing and massaging every inch and eventually making your way to that sweet, wet spot between my legs.

As my hands are exploring my full breasts, the wetness in my pussy increases. When I am home alone making love to myself, I like to lift my own breasts to my mouth and tease them with my tongue, and suck on them. Sitting here miles above the ground with people all around me, however, I realize that isn’t a possibility. Or is it? “It is a pretty big blanket,” I think to myself. Lifting it up to cover my head, I notice that it’s still covering all of me. “Hmmmmm, it IS long enough,” I quietly mumble to myself. With the blanket covering all of me, I am now free to roam and explore, and do whatever I want to do to relieve the sexual tension that picturing and daydreaming of you always seems to cause. Cupping my right breast in my hand, I bring it up to my mouth and run my tongue around the nipple, slowly teasing it. Mmmmmmmm, it feels so good, but not as good as it will feel when your mouth is around it. The wetness in my pussy is really building now, and I’m surprised I haven’t soaked the seat I’m sitting in. I don’t rush it though, and do what I can to keep my hand distracted, preventing it from reaching into my shorts and working my pussy. That is when I remember I have a printed picture, of a beautifully full woman that I am crazy about, and am traveling 3500 miles to go and visit. Reaching into my purse, I pull out the piece of paper that has two pictures on it that you sent me many months ago. The top one is of your beautiful luscious breasts, nipples hard and waiting, aching for my mouth to surround them. Mmmmmmmm, they are so wonderful, I can’t wait to get my hands and everything else on them. I can’t wait to tease them with my tongue, take them between my lips and gently nibble on them, and finally take them full into my mouth and suck on them, like I’m doing to mine, until you beg for me to stop.

After working my breasts for what seems like hours, but is really only about 5 minutes, I reach down and rub my pussy through my shorts. My body responds instantly to the touch, and I can tell that I’m not going to be able to drag this out for much longer. Somewhat reluctantly I reach into my shorts and run three fingers along my smooth, nicely shaved love triangle. “Just as I thought” I mumble to myself again, “soaked.” Parting my lips with my middle and index fingers, I gently rub my thumb along the clit, and a quiet moan escapes from my lips. I want your lips on it. I want to feel the moisture of your tongue flicking this sensitive nub, I want to watch as you work your way down to the crevice of moisture that is inviting you, almost calling your name. And I want you to hear me moan in pleasure as your tongue darts in and out of me. All of this is on my mind as I move my hand down and work a finger, and then two into my soaking wet pussy. I sit still for a moment, enjoying the sensation, and picturing what it will be like when your fingers are exploring me for the first time. Then I start slowly moving my fingers out and back in, with my thumb gently caressing my clit. I can feel myself almost at the edge, and I look at your picture again. My eyes make it down to my favorite picture, the one of your beautifully inviting pussy. As my fingers slide in and out of my pussy in a steady rhythm, I pretend it is yours my hands are exploring. I moan quietly again, and my breathing increases. God, you don’t know what the thought of being with you, kissing you, exploring you with my tongue and tasting you over and over again, does to me.
Before long, my thoughts and images of you, coupled with my wet fingers sliding in and out of me finally drive me over the edge. I moan deeply but still quietly enough not to be heard by anybody on the plane, and succumb to a shattering orgasm. Laying there for a moment afterwards, I think about how wonderful this vacation is going to be. As I’m thinking these things, I hear a lady over the intercom. I’m here. I’m finally here, in London, minutes away from you. My heart jumps and excitement fills my being. I am going to meet the woman that has captured my heart.

Finally.
..to be continued

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