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College Wild Party Chick
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“Not nice, captain. There’s a wedding ring on that finger.”
“We’re separated.”
“Sure you are.”
She crossed her arms in front of her, and took hold of the
bottom of the white tank, pulling it up over her head and shaking her
hair free. She must have liked black, because her bra was black too,
lace to match the panties. The bra looked a little small for her
large breasts, which were spilling out of the top, their dark nipples barely
visible through the lace.
“Mike?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Would you undo the clasp for me?”
“Yes ma’am!”
I think my fingers were trembling a little, and they must have
been ice-cold, because she whimpered a bit when I touched her back. I
had a little trouble with the clasp, but I finally got it free. I
didn’t have the nerve to touch her the way the captain had, but I
could smell her perfume as she leaned close. She smelled like apples.
She turned to face us all again, and slowly, teasingly, pulled
her bra straps off her shoulders, letting the bra fall to the floor to
join the pile of black and white clothing. She had huge breasts,
maybe as big as the girls in Playboy, but a lot darker than most of
theirs. Her dark brown nipples stuck straight out, maybe from the
cold in the air-conditioned cockpit. She slid her hands down her
body, curving them around her breasts and across her slightly rounded
stomach. She stuck out her hip a little, and hooked her finger in the
black lace of her panties…then paused.
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Wild sex orgy
“What’s next, guys, shirt or skirt?”
“Hey, no fair asking for advice!”
“Okay, okay…”
She shimmied out of the skirt, leaving it in a pool of black
fabric on the floor of the cockpit. Her legs were bare now, a creamy
brown line from black lace panties down to the top of black boots,
laced up to mid-calf. She raised her right leg, and placed it gently
in Christopher’s lap.
“Could you help me with my laces, captain?”
“He’s the co-pilot.”, Tony quickly interjected. “I’m the captain.”
“That’s okay, captain, you can do the other one.”
Chris quickly unlaced the boot and removed it, rubbing his
hands over her calf and down the arch of her foot as he did so. She
shivered as she pulled her leg away, and placed her left leg on Tony’s
lap. He took a little longer, sliding his hands up to mid-thigh,
until she pulled away, shaking her head.
Wild College Sex Orgies
Wild college sex orgies
“Now, gentlemen, we’d like you to settle a little bet for us, if you
don’t mind. My friend and I were debating which of us could do the
best strip-tease. We’d like to demonstrate for you, and ask you to
judge, if that’s okay with you?”
None of us were about to object, that was for sure. The blond
came over to me, and pushed me over a bit so I was leaning against the
door. Then she leaned against a wall and watched the show.
The Hispanic girl had long wavy black hair, almost to her
waist, swinging loose behind her back. She had been wearing a sort of
lacy black sweater, but she’d just finisehd unbuttoning it and was
slipping it off, one smooth brown shoulder at a time. Underneath was
a cropped white tank and a long, loose black skirt.
Hate Flying
Hell of a flight. The typical crying kids for the first two
hours, then, just when they had all fallen asleep, a drunk guy in
first class started complaining about how he couldn’t sleep and the
drinks were weak and the service was lousy. It had taken two
blankets, three pillows and my own copy of Playboy […]
College Wild Party
College Wild Party
“Want to join the mile-high-club?”
“With whom? The pimply flight attendant?”
“Yeah, right.”
Surrounding us were hordes of British families, little kids
curled into each other, the seats, their parents. All heading home
for the holidays. Not a single lonely man in sight.
“Hey, babe, I got an idea.”
“Uh huh. I remember your last idea. Almost got us thrown in jail.
And those two guys weren’t worth it.”
“This is much, much better. Just think of those poor lonely pilots in
the cabin. They must be so bored, flying this plane on automatic
across miles and miles of empty ocean. I bet they’re just sitting
back and dreaming of a pair of nubile, 21-yr-old college students
fulfilling their every desire.”
“And you want to fulfill their fantasies, right?”
“Well, maybe not all of their fantasies. They probably ought to keep
their hands on the equipment. But we could provide a
little…entertainment? I dare you to.”
“You what?”
“I dare you to.”
“We’re not kids anymore.”
“Exactly.”
We thought about it for a while. As we worked out the
strictly hypothetical details, it became more and more tempting. The
perfect way to relieve boredom, maybe relieve a little frustration,
and forget about the two idiots we’d left in Chicago. After all, we
were single again now. No ties, no responsibilities. And it would be
a hell of a lot of fun.