I'm back home! (Jet lagged to all fuck) and very tired. I have eight days off before. Begin a tour of duty again. Honestly, after catching up with everyone, I am totally fucked.....not in the literal sense, sadly, but nonetheless....fucked!
I've only managed to catch up a little about what my dear sister has been up to.....or, for that matter, what's been up my dear sister! But, oh, isn't your own bed nice? No matter how pleasant some of the crew hotels are, and onboard rest areas have improved of late, there's nothing like flopping down into the familiarity of your own bed.....even if the sheet does bear sins of obvious sexual activity. I have a very keen sense of smell, and there are definitely more than one persons pussy stains on my sheet! I don't mind Claire using my bed in the least, but I'll have to ask her to either wash the sheet afterwards, or at least change it....especially if she gets fucked on my bed. Cunny juice is one thing, spunk is another. So, home, fed, hugged, chatted too, showered and in bed. Ever have those nights when, despite being knackered you just can't sleep? Well, that's me. As I lay there, I thought about the journey this room has seen me take. From little girl, complete with ballet and horse riding lessons, to teenager, to professional pilot. I remember the very first time I let my hand slide between my legs in that bed. I must have been 13 or so, and I was tingling down there. I remembered it was after a ballet lesson, and the dark burgundy leotard I had to wear was dark at the crotch. I was terribly embarrassed and it smelt musky too. Tingle isn't really the right word. Buzz? Oh I don't know...all I know is that the area between my legs wanted something. I remembered slipping a hand down, and finding myself wet. Really wet. I thought I might have come on, but I hadn't. My fingers were slick with a clear wetness that smelled and tasted wonderful. Each touch had made me tremble, and as I touched more, I felt something building. I didn't know what, and for a while, I thought I was going to wet myself. Even so, I couldn't leave it alone. My hand was drawn back there as if by some invisible force. I let the feeling build and dissipate. Build and dissipate. I know now that's edging, but at 13, who knew? Then, I couldn't hold it back any more and this huge wave hit me, rolled over me and kept right on rolling as I came into my knickers. I wondered what the fuck had happened, but it felt fucking amazing. Of course as I was remembering this, my fingers were at work, while my brain made me 13 again. I love cumming in my knickers. I love the scent next morning. Tomorrow, off shopping with Claire. No sex, but a good girly chat.
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