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293 Mile high with Sarah293 Mile high with SarahSarah was at this time a fairly flat chested youngster of shall we say just under 20, she`s never got much bigger than 32b even now, so no hourglass figure, not catwalk materiel, or a bra advertisement but a bright good looking lass, who like other collage age k**s was up for most things, and there are few on here that would turn her from his bed, me especially! she`s got something that attracts us men, don’t ask me what specifically, but, well… there is something and she knows it, vivacious, exciting, and open, don’t start to get close! That later she became a sexual sub, and cucked her beloved husband, in a marriage that sadly didn’t last, despite the apparent happy compatibility of the two parties came as no surprise to me, though they are on good terms still I am told.At the time this is written though, marriage was an as yet not even a distant thought, she was a student, and a clever one at that, destined to be a high flyer, which she now is.She and her girly group worked hard, played hard, and to get a holiday a bunch of three of them, who hung about together, decided to holiday in a Spanish holiday destination, and let their hair down a bit!This particular group, had a code that included, setting one another odd tasks, to do, things that took a bit of balls, usually for a bottle of something good!Students the world over do this to break up the grind of college or university, it`s called pick a dare. challenges that need a bit of bravado, usually thought up by their peers written on slips of paper and jumbled in a hat or jar, each member of the group picking a slip. Each dare had to be completed in 48 hours of the draw and the first to complete got the bottle. The draw on this occasion I much later found out, was done at the airport, during the inevitable delay! Well knowing now what our girl is like and her personality when she drew this dare from the hat… when it said join the ‘mile-high club’, it was a certainty that it was going to happen, if only so`s not to lose face with the other two girls, even if she had to drag the pilot from his seat!At the same sort of time I and a few young soldier friends on leave from our unit, had decided to spend a week in Spain together and as most had their own lady friends, to ensure they had partners in most cases it was a meet you at the airport job, the girls in question already no doubt in the holiday mood. That left three of us, peter who had just split from his lady, Tony whose girl was working, though he was determined that he would find someone “for the duration” and yours truly who had no girlfriend anyway! Fate is sometimes endowed with a strange sense of humour and must have felt like a laugh at the airlines expense, filling this particular flight with a group of eight randy young squaddies, most already with girls, and this small group of three scholarly if ripe for plucking young ladies! all booked on the same flight and all as randy as hell. Thus, it was that in the departure terminal bar, the squaddies and their girls, and the available students became drawn together like moths to flames or matches and blue paper it was a case of ‘lust at first sight’ all round!Amongst others in our travel class, there were; bunches of Spanish clergy and nuns on their way home for some ecclesiastical celebration,(mostly too hard up to travel in 1st class) who I have to say were down for a bit of a shock at the antics of their fellow travellers tuzla escort and a few families with k**s on cheap package holidays, all booked on the same flight, and all delayed! Now at that time I was a gangling 6foot-tall, shy skinny lad with big feet and a very nervous way with girls, that though not for the want of wishing, but meant that I was, well, shall we say a shy virgin, and one of the three of our group with no partner and probably the least likely to pull though hope springs eternal! Lads being lads the brash ones rapidly get front and centre, and the shy buggers are left standing, and to be honest being terminally shy, I had grown used to the side-lines, my two mates rapidly honed-in on this little group of three eligible young ladies and began chatting like their lives depended on it, the three giggling girls lapping up the attention. Anyway, I sat quietly absorbing the girls good looks and doing something I was good at, and that was downing the foaming ale, so after the first couple I needed to loose some of the residue, so I quietly slipped away to the toilet, expecting not to be missed!Having done the necessary, I washed the claws and as I swung the door of the toilet open I was surprised to find the best looking girl of the three stood waiting for me… it was Sarah! good looking… to me she was all my pinups rolled into one, and don’t get me wrong she was and is no dowdy lass, just not as I said a big breasted hourglass and though I had set my sights on her I had no real idea how to go about reeling her in, even if she was a willing catch! Now girls waiting in corridors for me were in the realms of my fantasies at that time in my life and I took it tony or Pete was in the toilet, but no she said she was waiting for me, wow…clutching at a life-ring as I was drowning, was how I looked at this gift from the gods!A little tongue tied I began to try in my own clumsy way, to talk to her, though it was a blushing uphill struggle for one so shy believe me! She hushed me told me her name, and asked me mine, then said “she had picked me out as I seemed a bit quieter than the rest of that rowdy bunch of randy pillock`s!” Blushing I said, “I was honoured, and very surprised, that such a pretty lass was even interested in me was a shock though I suspect I was wary of a wind up by my two mates!” (smooth for me that!) She quickly laid that to rest, saying as each of her mates had paired off with one or tother of the boys and as she didn`t want to be a wallflower she had need of a good looking young man as an escort on the flight! Me being me, now nearly upset the applecart of opportunity by clumsily inserting my foot, by saying “was I the only one left then?” Luckily, realising my gobby nerves and being much more experienced in the way of lads than I was of girls, she grinned and said that “No she had picked me, leaving those other two for her randy mates,” and then she kissed me, which was way out of my comfort zone!It took me a while to come down from that I can tell you, but after a few moments we returned to the group, with her hanging on my arm like we were engaged or something, which to my great surprise no-one seemed to notice, as by now the whole bunch had become a mixed sex group of couples, all laughing and joking, folk perhaps just a tad happy from the alcohol and all eager to get to the destination and enjoy the sun sea and sex, though I suspect not necessarily in that order…each couple being engaged with her or his partner tuzla escort bayan in tonsorial checks of the tongue, or grip tests of the breasts no doubt to check the density, which in itself seemed to bear out her “it`s not a wind up and I`ve picked you myself” statement. Just then to my relief, we were all called to go book in with our luggage. That done, as we set off for the plane my new escort holding my hand whispered, “had I heard of the mile-high club?” Too bloody right I had, ‘fiesta’ magazine, my regular reading materiel, had had an article…I said, “I had!”, she muttered, “she so wanted to join it, and did I fancy helping her out?” that stopped me mid-stride, I can tell you, so I clumsily kissed her, thrusting my tongue down her throat to the amazement of the frosty faced stewardess collecting boarding passes and the two astounded nun`s next behind us in the queue! She muttered grinning, “I take it that’s a yes then!” and thrusting our boarding passes at the waiting hands, together we toddled onto the plane and our seats leaving the three astounded women in our wake! Now by this time a bit of juggling with the allotted seats had our groups inter-mingled and couples sitting together rather than in the original separate groups as they were booked, which was much more fun, and Sarah and I found ourselves, the back row, her in the middle and me the isle seats near the toilet. Which suited me as I have long legs and the isle-seat meant I was less prone to cramp due to the lack of space in these cheap seats! The window seat was occupied by a pale thin faced haughty looking monsignor, bible firmly in gripped in hand, who looked as though being up in the air, nearer to his god was not something he relished! Anyway, on goes the safety belts and holding hands, we got the “your boat is under the seat [tuff if you crash on land] and, the you can get out through this door in an emergency as long as were not still air-born” guff from the stewardess, the engines started, and off we toddled, our clerical friend looking even paler and muttering incantations in Spanish, as we gathered speed rapidly and became airborne.Now don’t forget, I at this time didn’t know about any dares, and as my companion was so attractive and keen about wanting to join this mile-high club, I could have walked on the clouds outside, never mind needing a plane I was so flattered…things like that just didn’t happen to me, well not so far in my life anyway!The `you can unbuckle the belts’ bit came on and it was like “ding -ding round two…as, too a man my group all eight of them, turned to their chosen girls and began either snogging or groping at their companion`s! It must be said to the amazement or jealousy of the nuns and clergy s**ttered through the fuselage, no doubt thinking they had arrived in some corner of hades and finding themselves in the midst of a pre-orgy! There was an amount of Spanish tut-tutting, and blushes, and one or two of the nuns became very interested in prayer books or knitting or whatever nuns do, not that I noticed really, because my very attractive partner was by this time trying to eat me from the lips inwards. We must have been pretty avidly engaged as the cleric beside us was notably red, and had begun muttering the some sort of blessing, (at least I hope it was a blessing!) The holidaying families were preoccupied, mums placating the k**s with their “are we nearly there yet stuff” and most of the package holiday men-folk either interested escort tuzla in yesterday`s racing results or the content of page three while checking the bottom of a can from the inside! One or two even dozing having downed a few in the bar due to the delay!To us, young lusty`s the toilet beckoned, and to save the cleric`s blushes, we slipped into the little cubical for some privacy together at the earliest opportunity, hopefully without causing a stir amongst the other passengers or raising that nosy stewardesses interest!There is as you no doubt know little space in an aircraft toilet compartment, especially if one of you is a gangling 6footer and all nervous arms and legs! And it must be said that neither of us were inclined to remove much clothing though my flies were rapidly open and my hands warming themselves fairly rapidly on her not overlarge but lovely soft breasts inside the sun-dress top.Lots of wriggling saw the tiny silky knickers on the floor and the dress raised for that magic un-vailing, that to this young man was beyond words!A few moments probing with an experimental finger and wow Shangri-La! She whispered, “go on then and taking the hint I slid the old John Tomas into her, surprisingly without prematurely making a mess… but in my haste, managing to hit the wash basin tap as I manoeuvred myself into her and the full jet complied by spraying us both with a gush of tepid water! It was too much, and I hit the high notes filling her with a gusher such as I can`t remember, as I scrambled to shut of the bloody tap!Whether she managed I know not, but our tryst, such as it was, was brought to a sudden end just then, by the frosty faced head stewardess rapping on the door, shouting that “other folk needed to use these facilities!” We began to laugh, though to this day I wasn’t sure if it was Sarah, laughing at my clumsiness, at the situation, or what! We rapidly withdrew and adjusted our dress, knowing we were found out, together, rather red of face and with most of the passengers gazing at us, or glaring at us, dependent on if they were friends or religious zealots, or just jealous,(and I suspect in some cases any combination of those!) we rather brazenly slid from the toilet together hand in hand to return to our seats, where even the cleric had gone quiet.Worse was yet to come as having sat and ignored comments and a cheer from both her friends and mine, to the great embarrassment of both us the clergy and the nuns, A big half cut mum and small daughter who had been desperately waiting for the toilet, appeared and with a broad grin, mum slipped Sarah her pale blue and very silky panties, in a physical version of a stage whisper, the things having been forgotten in our mad scramble to get dressed and back to our seats!Megger blushes all round though nothing further was said, but we both were glad to land and creep away from the grinning and sniggering crowd, and the disapproving looks of the faithful.In the arrivals, waiting for our baggage, she slipped the little blue silk panties in my pocket then she told me of her hotel, as it happened the one next to ours, and we arranged to meet up that evening! No doubt she won her dare, her girlfriends handing her a bottle of something from the duty-free shop for completing her dare first as they boarded their separate bus to the hotel!That evening while the other girls were out we managed, this time without getting wet, there being more space in her bedroom and that the rest of the week near cured me of my shyness is something I will always be grateful for. Were still in touch, mostly through occasional e mails though we hardly ever chat much nowadays, but it was a brill holiday belive me!

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