"Memphis," she answered, "born and raised there, going home to visit the folks." "That's nice," he replied, "I'm going on to New Orleans myself, a long weekend getaway!" Just then the no smoking and seat belt lights came on, and a flight attendant announced that they would be taking off in about two minutes. "I guess we had better get ready," Sonja said, while reaching for her seat belt. "Yeah," replied Trent, "if we go down we better be belted in, for all the good it would do!!!" "Please don't say that, I'm scared to death of flying," she said in a nervous voice, "joking about it just makes it worse for me!" At first Trent thought she may have been joking, but the look on her face told him that she really was terrified of flying! "I'm sorry, Sonja," he said soothingly, "you're right, it was a bad joke, here, let me hold your hand during take off, it will make you feel better!" Gripping his hand like a steel vice, Sonja was obviously glad to have someone to hold onto, and Trent was a little taken back when she held his hand to her chest while waiting for the plane to take off.
"My god," he thought, "her boobs are incredible," even if he was getting a somewhat limited feel through her tight sweater. "I'm sorry I'm holding on so tight, but I really am frightened," she offered! While trying to maneuver his fingers for a better feel, he replied back, "Oh, that's all right, if it makes you feel better, it's all right with me!!!" Soon the jet was taxiing out to the runway, and Sonja's breathing became shallow and intermittent, a sure sign of hyperventilation. Deciding to take a real chance, Trent turned a little to face her, and reached his right hand over and held her leg, six inches or so above her knee. Acting as if he were just trying to protect her, he held her close, while all the time enjoying the sensation of having one hand buried in her huge chest, and the other one on the inside of her smooth bare thigh! "Hold on," he whispered into her ear, "here we go," as the plane hurtled down the runway, gaining speed with each passing second. Sonja held on to Trent even harder, as she closed her eyes, hoping that they would get air born as quickly as possible while Trent let his hand slide a little farther up her thigh, until it was actually under the hem of her dress! When they finally reached cruising altitude, Sonja leaned back in her seat and tried to relax, but with little success. "You're so tense," Trent observed, "maybe if we got under a blanket it would make you feel better!" Not waiting for and answer, Trent summoned a flight attendant and requested a blanket, thirty seconds later Trent was covering each of them up with a warm comforter. "Better," he asked her, while snuggling closer to her warm body. "Much," she replied, as she leaned closer to him, "a blanket was a good idea!" For the second time, Trent took another chance, and let his left hand slip to the inside of Sonja's warm thigh. He half expected some resistance, but instead she just snuggled closer, and lay her head on his shoulder! Slowly he worked his hand up the inside of her leg, pausing every now and then to make sure she realized what he was doing. Her thighs were unbelievably warm and smooth, and she seemed to coo softly the farther along his hand went. A few more inches and his fingers were butting up against her damp crotch, or I should say dripping crotch, because along her crack was a definite wet strip about an inch wide. She lifted her head and whispered into his ear, "Although I am terrified to fly, I almost had an orgasm from the fear and excitement it caused me, if you touch me, I know I'll have one right here and now!!!" Throwing caution to the winds, Trent pulled the thin crotch panel to the side, and let his fingers roam all over her drooling pussy, until finally coming to rest on her hard little clit. Flicking it gently, he felt her body tense up, and then shake quietly, while a brutal climax ripped through her dripping vagina, leaving her a total wreck!!!
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