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Creative writing on My Travel Blog I often travel for work and am in and out of airports many times. On most occasion it is a case of getting through immigration and security with the minimal amount of fuss. Standing in line to go through the checks i did my usual thing of watching people who were around me. There were the recreational types with the over sized sun hats. The annoying tech types who had every single gadget available and ofcourse had forgotten to get the lap tops out of the bag, The business suits who only wanted to get through so they could get back to reading their copy of Esquire or Forbes magazine. And there was you. Beautiful. I had seen you at the check in line. Long hair covered by a floppy beanie. the over sized coat which was clearly thrift chique and a fashion literary magazine peering out of the top of your tot bag, vintage clearly and slightly battered. Yes, i had seen you. You picked up your boarding pass at the counter and were and standing in the adjacent line to me, a few people ahead. As you were called forward by the non descript security you flashed them a smile and went through the scanner. NO beeps. Clearly you had remembered to take your keys out of your pocket. Pitty the large gentleman in front of me had forgotten to and blustered his way past me to go back through. Finally passing through the security checks i picked up my keys and phone, retrieved my belt and stood the other side of the gate. You were no where. I scanned up and down the area but could not see you. Another moment past. Oh well, such are the fleeting moments of travel. I walked around the airport, flicking through travel magazines in the kiosk and generally tried to kill time before the flight was called. Coffee. That was what i needed. If this flight was gonna pass by at least i was gonna have a decent espresso before the flight. Wandering over to the coffee shop, i spotted you. Sat in a booth. Head down and reading a book. Tot bag by your side and ear phones in. Apparently you were well traveled and did not look in the slightest bit stressed. It was just another day. The flight was called and i headed to the gate, espresso in hand. A loud woman shouting at her kids distracted me. All i wanted to ask was why were there always loud people around me. I wanted to get on the plane, find my seat and settle in for the next few hours of travel. Walking down the aisle, some middle aged suit rammed his "carry on" case into my ankle. It clearly was larger than the allowed dimensions. I kicked his bag in frustration and he gave me the look. I was just about to say something to this jerk when the steward stepped in and advised the "gentleman" to put his bag in the front unit or else he would have to store it in the hold. Finding my seat at the back of the plane, i sat down, grumbled about the prick in the suit and rubbed my sore ankle. As i looked up i saw you coming down the aisle, you smiled and showed me your seat number. We would be neighbors for the next few hours. A smile crept across my lips and a twitch was felt in my balls. You were stunning. You asked me to help with your bag and i placed it in the over head locker. I could smell you perfume as i brushed past you. A heady scent escaping from your skin. A thin blouse worn under neath your long coat. Soft cotton sculpting your breast and the straps of your bra visible. A short skirt worn and knee high sox, (i figured probably 10 denier). Very stylish and sexy as hell. Not that i was looking. but just enough to see you moisten your lips with the tip of your tongue and take a sip of water from your bottle. Seat belts fastened; seat backs in the upright position and final checks were made. The roar of the engine and the feeling of power surging through the plane. As the plane commenced down the run way you gripped your hands against the arms of the seat. I saw you shut your eyes and a look of tension swept across your face, You didnt seem to be the nervous traveller and i asked if you were ok, or needed anything. You opened your eyes and smiled, licked your lips and winked at me. A drop saliva sticking to your lower lip. Then it dawned on me. I saw you part your legs slightly and press your hips forward. The seat buckle fastened tight against your crotch. You were clearly were going to enjoy the moment of take off. The engine growled at full throttle as i saw you position yourself into the buckle. You started to squirm as the wheels left the tarmac and a small moan escaped your lips. I had never seen anything like this. Your knuckles turning white as you pushed your crotch against the hard metal clasp. Your feet firmly planted on the floor. Thigh muscles taught. Restraints and power. Fuck this was incredible! I could see your nipples harden through your soft blouse as your bosom heaved and swelled. The pulse in your neck clearly visible. Your breathing becoming more ragged. Saliva glistening on your lips as your tongue poked out the side of your mouth. Your head tipped back. The edge of the buckle nestled between your thighs. lips visible as the metal pressed against your clit. One hand pushing the restraint into as you hitched your skirt up with the other . Rocking your hips, grinding your clit on the buckle. harder and faster as the plane climbed higher. No one else knew what was going on. All other travellers plugged into their head phones or flipping through in flight magazines. Amazed, i watched you visibly bring yourself to climax under the power of the engine and taught metal buckle. I heard you gasp at the last moment and the plane started to level off. A shudder, a sharp intake of breath and it was over. I tried not to look, but the bulge in my pants was all too evident, mycock rock hard and throbbing. I turned my head and looked out of the window. You touched my arm softly and smiled. Your eyes sparkled, pupils dilated, your cheeks flush with desire and alittle bead of sweat glistening on your upper lip. "I am Candi, and it's nice to meet you. Sorry but i just love take off!" That was an introduction i had not expected. I hope you enjoy the flight.  |
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I really liked that. . Very good! . 
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1 message 7/8/2017 14h18 |
Hey. How's it going
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1 message 8/8/2017 7h11 |
Very nice, well written
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Very hot Outfuckingstanding!
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What a very sexy story you have written 
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Hmu gorgeous lol
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30/10/2017 9h21 |
I travel a lot for work, too. I hope I am sitting next to you sometime soon!!!!
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Nice Story!!!! Please, come to BUE!!!!!
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Hey Mel. Can you contact me before you leave UK? I'm wondering if you can pick up something from the island for me. Thanks
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Beautiful.
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12/10/2018 16h00 |
you my dear are a completely gorgeous doll
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18/10/2018 15h07 |
I would like to travel about five and a half inches in you
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Puts a whole new meaning to take OFF...sweet.
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31/3/2019 12h22 |
Excellent!!! I wish there was more.
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please i want to get a hold of you please before you leave Canditits, you are Beautiful HOT~
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i must say that is one situation i never had. Got hard just thinking about it.
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Thanks for sharing this with us! Over the years, I've seen several women do the same thing during takeoff.....it never fails to arouse me, and often leads to some steamy, hot fun during our flight,....s Twice, it lead to more fun after the flight when we both had enough time.
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Any travel is fun. Have attempted to chat with you but nothing seems to go thru. Not certain if this post will. Can always seen me private email at hotmail account. just drop the 58 out of the mail box address and use all small letters.
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At some point in time I recall this phrase to be in vogue: "CUM Fly with Me!"  s
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WOW, what an introduction 🥰 Sweet Candi
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8/10/2021 1h12 |
Great start
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14/1/2022 10h01 |
great story!
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I love take_offs, too! 
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Incredible woman
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