My Flight

Dark hair, tucked behind the most delicate of ears; long dark brown hair that if released from the confines of her scrunchie holding it so tightly, would I guessed, have reached her nipples. If only I could have the chance to find out. She had such a warm, wide smile, with deep warm brown eyes that smiled back at me. I guessed she might be Malaysian for she had that wonderful blend of features and skin tone of the Eurasian. The combination of the open charm of the southern European, with the exquisite delicacy and grace of her Asian heritage made her the most attractive of my flying companions.

If I am to exhibit, it is normally to a man. However, my options on the flight were quite limited. My male travelling companions must have all been going to a retirement convention and although, as always, I would achieve a small high by allowing myself to be seen, it would either be so easy to provoke a reaction (a heart attack) or maybe even worse, someone might not even notice! It was this realisation that made me consider my first targeted 'show' to by far the prettiest of my own sex on the plane. As I looked across at her she smiled again and placed am imaginary stray strand of hair behind that same delicate ear, adorned with a simple pearl stud. Poor guys there would be no show for you today. She was alone, sat with an empty seat beside her. When I said hello, she was all smiles and seemed happy to chat moving her bag from the spare seat to make room for me to sit down. We talked politely about anything and everything. Her name was Usha, her father being Indian and her mother Portuguese.

Why did I want to exhibit to her? Well I suppose I may have been hoping that she would return the favour. I would have loved to see her beautiful figure as nature intended, naked. However, I had no real thought of this at the time, just a burning need to exhibit, to achieve that high from doing something so unexpected in a public place. OK, this was never going to be a mass audience and certainly no flash and run - difficult on a plane across the Atlantic! Maybe blame it on the altitude, but I just needed a buzz.

Now what and how? A full-blown pussy encounter was never an option, much as I wanted to show off my small, neat and now somewhat moist lips. An aircraft cabin is really no place for this. Usha noticed me wriggling slightly in my seat. Now you may be able to guess why and I certainly knew, but she did not, so I excused myself and made my way to the bathroom. I was trembling so much. Fear, anticipation and a measure of lust combining to make me breathe a little hard and become a little flushed. Now it was decision time. Back out, or continue? Well there was only one likely answer. I really needed her to look lovingly upon my naked breasts and take note of my by now rigidly erect nipples. But how?

My clothing was ok to achieve my goal. A tight pink button front jumper over a white shirt and being so small I never ever wear a bra. In preparation I completely unbuttoned the front of my shirt and tucked it into the waistband of my trousers so that it was several inches apart. My pink jumper I buttoned up over my open shirt, but I deliberately got it wrong, misaligning the buttons and buttonholes. I was really feeling rather hot and flushed by now and so when I made my way back to my new companion she could see I was slightly bothered. Usha asked if I was ok. I explained that the small aircraft bathrooms always made me rather claustrophobic and that I just had to get back to a seat.

She noticed! Just as I hoped she would. I pretended to not understand at first what she was on about when she mentioned my buttons, but inside I had butterflies in my stomach, I was still short of breath, making my panties so unbelievably wet and my little clitty felt as though it was big enough for the whole aircraft to see! I told Usha that I couldn't go back in the bathroom. Then, turning towards her, away from the aisle, I started fiddling with my buttons. Again I deliberately fumbled first one then another and eventually got them back in the wrong place. She giggled slightly at me, I blushed and pretending to get it wrong even more. There was nothing for it - I just had to undo the lot and start again. As I undid them from the top my tight jumper parted and pulled aside the little of my shirt that was covering my breasts. I felt the edge of my jumper flick across my nipples, the slightly cooler air making them even more rock hard. They felt as if they should burst. As I got to the last misaligned button at the bottom I was now sat next to this beautiful Eurasian girl with my nipples staring her directly in the eyes. Her eyes returned their stare. She was briefly mesmerised.

I made a play of quickly trying to pull at my jumper to close it, but of course I failed. "Here, here, let me." she said. She grasped my shirt either side of my breasts and tried to pull it closed, but the way I had tucked it in my waistband made it a losing battle. She tried again all the time looking intently at my achingly hard nipples and as she tried her lovely soft cool fingers couldn't help but touch my breasts. It was like an electric shock! Sensations shot from my breasts straight down to my clit that was by now swimming in my juices. I swear I almost came. Abandoning any attempt to close my jumper myself and telling her to forget about the shirt, I let her close every last button, relishing her deft, efficient touch and revelling in every brush against my breasts and erect nipples.

With all my buttons now closed and my breasts again confined after their minute of freedom in public, I engaged in the polite sort of apologies you might expect. My nipples slowly lost some of their rigidity, although their outline was still clearly visible through my jumper. My clit ceased to be quite so sensitive, but I could feel my spreading wetness. Sweet Usha, she was so concerned for me, saying she didn't think anyone had noticed and hoping that I was all right after my attack of claustrophobia. Oh how she fussed over me, getting me some water and fanning me with her magazine. Little did she know that fanning was not all that was needed to reduce my fever!

We came to the end of the flight. We walked off the aircraft together, bid each other safe journey and parted. Moments later Usha caught my shoulder, I spun around, she smiled that beautiful smile, held both my hands in hers, stared into my eyes and said," you have the most beautiful nipples - I am honoured to have met them. Thank you".

Wei Sum Chiu July 2004