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In the Crew Room

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Flightcrew737 Age: 26 Posted on: 12 Feb 2008 0 comments
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Some readers here may remember when I was on WL
Since I left WL, I have been concentrating on my partner and my flying. I have changed airlines now and we both live in the Middle East. I have always found flying exciting, often in more ways than one, but the tedium of long-haul sometimes has its advantages. I have never allowed my sexuality to get in the way of my flying, nor would I ever, but there is no doubt that hauling a 777 into the air is thrilling. So, to the story. On long haul flights there are sometimes two crews. This depends on the airline and the route. I was on the prime crew. I was also handling pilot and the take off was unremarkable, apart from the Captain who, I am sure, kept stealing little glances at me. I felt the usual thrill of acceleration and the push into my bum at rotation. When I was relieved I walked back through the aircraft to the rest room. By this time, the aircraft was in 'night mode' and the passengers were sleeping, or rather those in economy were trying to. IN first, there was a girl of about 19 obviously traveling alone and she was stretched out on her seat/bed and was covered by a thin blanket. It was plainly obvious that she had her hand between her legs. As I am lez, I naturally wondered what she looked like down there, shaved? pierced? (I have recently had my clit pierced)I stood for a moment and watched. I noticed the significant movement of her wrist and decided that she was poking a finger deep inside her. Her eyes remained closed and at no time was she aware I was there. I must have stood there a little too long because the flight attendant came up and asked me if something was wrong. I muttered that I was taking a look at the wing, but no, nothing was wrong. I walked through the aircraft and felt how wet I was. In the rest room I settled onto a bunk and pulled a blanket over me and let my mind go back to the girl in first. I allowed my own hand to drift up under my skirt and into my knickers. I wondered about the girl. Was she still wearing her panties? Was she very wet? How does she smell and taste? I felt the start of an orgasm between my legs and I let myself fantasize about sitting beside her and pushing my hand between her thighs. I also allowed myself to think that maybe, she would be a reluctant participant. Maybe I would be her first girl. She would clamp her legs together to attempt to stop me, but I would push up higher until my hand brushed her knickers. She would whisper to me 'No..please... stop.' But at the same time, her legs would flop apart, and I would touch her soft, moist panties. My other hand would go up under her t shirt. Small breasts, soft cotton bra. Suddenly I could hold it no longer and just as I let my finger press insider her pussy I came into my knickers. I felt the usual welt of wetness and enjoyed the feeling of it as I always do. That was the first ever orgasm I had given myself in flight. I must say, it was very strong. Next time, maybe I will sit in a spare first class seat. Who knows what might have happened.