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the mood to have someone telling me all the miserable things which happened throughout their lives tonight.  I have been traveling now for almost four weeks, hotels, restaurants, and of course the attempt at a quiet drink at the bar, which always turned out to be some useless, irritating jabbering by someone next to me wanting to spill their whole life's history to me, which usually meant how they got overlooked for promotion within their office click, or their credit card bills.</I></div> <div> <I>"Do I look like I really give a shit ?"  Yet they always keep on talking.  What is it about hotel bars that people want to tell you all their problems? And normally I am not one to be rude and tell then to shut up, so I nod my head and pretend to listen. I think tonight I probably would tell someone to shut up, just too tired for that.</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you going to be a gentleman and offer your seat to a lady," a soft voice from behind me as the barman sets my second brandy in front of me.  A flash of bright red is all I could see over my shoulder, turning my head slightly, then back to sip on my brandy, light a cigarette.  I could feel the heat of annoyance breathing down my neck, which I tried to ignore. </I></div> <div> <I>"Are you going to be a gentleman and offer your seat to a lady," I heard again,</I></div> <div> <I>"Well it is rude of me not to acknowledge a question directed at me," I thought,</I></div> <div> <I>I swung around, nice looking lady, bright red dress, very elegant, with such a sweet, but slightly inpatient smile, staring, waiting for me reply of "Of course,"</I></div> <div> <I>I did return her smile with a smile, and after a few seconds of eye to eye smile,</I></div> <div> <I>"NO," I replied, and turned back around to my brandy and puffing on my cigarette. </I></div> <div> <I>Well to my left, the elderly couple went silent, the barman went into shock I think, and she, I could feel her breathing down my neck, definitely in embarrassed shock.  With one swift, smiling "NO", I have just become the asshole of the month.</I></div> <div> <I>The "gentleman" next to me wasted no time in getting up and offering her his stool, which she slithered onto, just as she must have slithered into that tight red dress, thanking him with all the sensual, honey smiles she could muster.  It was of course to reinforce to all within hearing distance, especially me, "not all guys are arrogant assholes."  </I></div> <div> <I>She ordered her drink, a tall bloody mary, this lady likes red I suppose, set before her, and shoulder turned away from me.  "I can't understand why, all I said was no," I thought, as she went into small-talk conversation with the elderly couple, making sure I was now persona-non-grata.  Oh, well, I've been there before. </I></div> <div> <I>Not wanting to turn and acknowledge my existence, she reached around, for a lighter I suppose, cigarette in hand, fumbled in her purse hanging from the back of her stool, and knocked over her bloody mary, all over the bar and of course me.</I></div> <div> <I>Well, from the embarrassment of my "NO", to now the embarrassment of having to apologize to an asshole. I just smiled, took a sip of my brandy, barman handing me a towel, again all silent except for her jabbering apologies, and a red face to match her dress. </I></div> <div> <I>"Geeess, I am sorry," she said</I></div> <div> <I>"So am I," I said with a grin, "I didn't think my NO upset you THAT much,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Honestly, it was an accident," she said, "I'm just tired from traveling, let me make it up to you and get you another drink,"</I></div> <div> <I>"That's not necessary, " I said, "I was getting ready to go to my room anyway after I finish this one, but next time I will give up my seat for a lady.  It's a much warmer feeling than these ice cubes in my lap," </I></div> <div> <I>As almost an involuntary reaction, she started to reach down as to remove the ice cubes from my lap, which actually I had brushed off immediately, then flinched, caught herself, realizing what she was about to do without thinking, again turned red in the face, and laughed. </I></div> <div> <I>"You're horrible," she said, "I'm tired, had a bad day, and now you tease me,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes, " I said as I stood up to leave, "but at least you're smiling now, that's an improvement over earlier, Good Night,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Good Night," she answered, with a completely confused smile. I made my way back to my room, hot shower, maybe a good nights sleep in a bed, and not crunched in some airplane seat.  If this weather doesn't clear soon, I'll be stuck here another day in this hotel.  </I></div> <div> <I>So much for that. Woke early hoping to get a flight out of here, all flights cancelled again. Another hotel dinner, and laze myself at the bar for my brandy again. </I></div> <div> <I>"Flights cancelled again ?" said the barman, sliding my drink to me,</I></div> <div> <I>"Yup, weather getting worse," I said</I></div> <div> <I>Well, as fate turns out, here she comes again, bright orange tight dress, and the only empty stool, . . . . .  beside me.  I wonder. She wasted no time gliding herself onto the stool,</I></div> <div> <I>"I saved you a seat, " I said </I></div> <div> <I>"Yeah, sure, " she said, and not at all pleased that it was the only empty seat, bloody mary again, set farther back from harm, yet not quite the ignoring shoulder I got last night, I guess we're friends now.  </I></div> <div> <I>"How about joining me for dinner?, " I heard the guy sitting the other side of her ask her, after a few words of brainless small talk. He already had too much to drink to make any real sense of anything, except that she was attractive.</I></div> <div> <I>"Actually I'm with someone," she mumbled to him, and turned to me, to ask for a light.  I guess she thought I owed her a favor, to get her out of that situation, after last night.</I></div> <div> <I>"How does it feel to be sitting between a moron like him and an asshole like me,?" as I lit her cigarette, loud enough that the guy could hear, if he listened.</I></div> <div> <I>"At least you don't seem brain dead,"she said,  grinned, and with that the moron got up and swayed out, trying to avoid bouncing off tables. </I></div> <div> <I>"Well, now you can have a stool at a distance, we saw to that, didn't we,? I said</I></div> <div> <I>She looked at the next empty stool, at the guy sitting one over, back at me,</I></div> <div> <I>"Looks like another drunk, traveling businessman moron, " she said, "I think I prefer your arrogance, I'm getting used to it,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Thank you for the compliment," </I></div> <div> <I>After several hours of talking about everything from art, to music, to whatever else came up, and several drinks, we were getting to understand each other.</I></div> <div> <I>She was on her way to Greece for a long overdue vacation, prepaid accommodations, and sitting in the hotel here, was days away from her vacation hotel.  I guess that would make me hostile also. But then who can control the weather.  The bar was closing, time to head back our rooms. Obviously in somewhat the same direction, out to the lobby, a subtle smile from the bartender, as, "How did you manage THAT, ?", to the elevator, second floor, for me a left turn, her room was too the right, the number I noticed on the key in her hand. </I></div> <div> <I>The elevator doors opened, I smiled a "good night," without a word, yet right along side she walked, to my door, leaned on the wall as I opened the door, still not one word spoken.  I swung open the door, waiting for a word, she just walked in as if it were her room, and her right, I closed the door behind us, her purse she flopped on the low dresser. Still not one word, not her, not I. </I></div> <div> <I>Two glasses, I poured the wine which I had opened earlier, handed her the glass, a slow sip, as she turned her back to me.  No genius required, I unzipped her dress, it slid to the floor where she stood, my shirt, it also to the floor, and so each piece of clothing lay, wherever it fell, still not one word spoken, an occasional sip of our wine, the room barely lit, only the light from the bathroom, </I></div> <div> <I>"A nice hot shower would go well, don't you think, ?" I said, and again waited patiently for her response. </I></div> <div> <I>"Sounds wonderful," she barely whispered, as she took my hand, and briskly lead us to the shower. </I></div> <div> <I>The hot rushing water, softly soaping down her back, to the cheeks of her butt, <IMG SRC="154d5c90.jpg" border=0 width="213" height="201" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8">between her thighs, yet still, not another word spoken, only an occasional soft moan, the sound of the rushing water. Her soapy hands, gliding from my chest, along my stomach, back up, each pass a bit lower, teasing me and teasing herself, to soap and fondle my very aroused cock.  We stood there rinsing for what seemed like hours, enjoying the soft gentle caressing, fondling, no need for talk. Soft gentle nibbles on her neck, to her breasts, her whimpering was all I needed to know it pleased her.  She leaned against the shower wall, her hands so lightly on my shoulders, it was a shy suggestion, I knew, to ease my way with nibbles and kisses, over her tummy, then too her thighs, one leg she now rested on the edge of the shower bench, her desires she was opening, I continued to tease along her thighs, yet as she had done, each time closer to her warm craving pussy.  Such thoughts racing through my mind, "how could this be," I thought, "what made her decide without question,?" as I passed my tongue so slowly, deliberately between her drenched pussy lips, and firmly took her clit between my lips.  That was the spark which lit the fuse.  Her gentle fondling on my shoulders, now greedy, kneading hands tightly grasping my hair, pulling me tighter to her very erect clit. Such sweet, hot, steamy nectars beginning to flow from within her depths, thighs quivering, shaking with each gentle nibble on her clit. One leg now well around my shoulder, her hands kneading harder, more aggressive in my hair. </I></div> <div> <I>"Godddddd that feels gooooodd," she moaned, "please don't stop, don't stop, I'll make it up to you later, just donnnnnnnnnnnn't sttppppppppp," </I></div> <div> <I>I felt her first little orgasm, then a second more intense, and I knew there was much more to come. If this was the last gallant act of a dying man, I made up my mind I would not stop until she decided it was an act well done by a determined gentleman.  Perhaps this will redeem my barbaric behavior of last night.</I></div> <div> <I>So few words spoken from the closing of the bar, what made her decide to seize the moment without reserve. Her wrenching to my tongue, to my lips, more bucking, a fire kindled, out of control, raging, driven by need, by hungry greed.  More and more intense, convulsive heaving, thrusting, sporadic moans, uninhibited pleas, subtle commands, </I></div> <div> <I>"ooohhh yeaaahhh, thhherre, mmorre, likkee tttttthhaaaattttttt," ever tighter wrenching grip with her hands, her leg so tight around my back, a vise craving all. It was not one orgasm, nor two, it was one continual sequence or eruptive orgasms, flooding to my lips, a relentless release, to one violent twisting, wrenching, quivering series of spasms as I clamped my lips mercilessly around her raw, exposed clit, fingers deeply probing in her pussy, butt, kneading her breasts as I could, to her finale of one sudden forceful, crunching,</I></div> <div> <I>"aarrrrgggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," followed only by her limp body, supported only by my shoulders, and her short, irregular, faint breaths, trembling, gentle fondling in my hair. For the time I heard nothing, felt only her body around me.  Again I hear the shower, water still beating down on us. Her leg falls limp from around my back, as I stand, </I></div> <div> <I>"Just hold me for a second," she says, almost without voice, "my legs are trembling, weak,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Come on, " I said, "let's dry off and go lay down," as I turned off the shower,</I></div> <div> <I>I dried her back, then she tried somewhat to dry mine, with limp armed effort, then drifted into the bed, sipping on her glass of wine, as I did, set it on the nightstand, and wrapped herself softly, slowly around me. Again without a word spoken. Soft gentle hand, caressing, rubbing my chest, my stomach, along my thighs, and ever so delicately, like a feather, gracefully fondling my now limber, unattended, neglected, ignored cock.  Daintily stroking as if more exploring what she had not yet had the time for.  Her gentle, petting stroking was almost hypnotic, so relaxing, as though she was going into a fondling trance, not changing rhythm with my increasing erection. Was it soothing her after her orgasms, or was it to please me?  I was beyond caring, feeling her playful, gentle teasing along an erection throbbing with pleasure of the attention, no desire to hurry anything.  Her soft body pressed tightly, lounging, resting on mine.  Feeling her body heat rising to my arousal, still damp from lingering in the shower.  So subtlety, and slowly she had slid herself lower to nibbling on my stomach, I had not noticed how, or when.  Fingers continually fondling, wandering from base to the head of my cock, now her warm breath I feel nearer, and ever so delicate passes of her hot, wet tongue finely, licking on the so very sensitized head of my cock, grasping the rigid shaft firmer in her warm hand, guiding it with deliberate order, more and more to her drooling lips. The thoughts race through my mind, </I></div> <div> <I>"for her pleasure, or mine ?",  again not caring, such flashes running through my body, "let her have her way," I think, "pleasure I have not felt for ages,"</I></div> <div> <I>Such a deliberate, methodical fondling, with her fingers, firm warm hand, to more and more of her consuming all along the full length of my hardened shaft, so slow and deliciously from tip to the base, keeping me hanging forever so near to a releasing orgasm, as though she felt I was so close, yet not allowing me that until she decided.  My hands, wandering along her back, caressing, gently kneading her ass, a show of the pleasure she is giving. Her slow continual hot wet mouth raking, foraging, with gluttonous grasping drenched sounds along my rigid spar.  I was no longer in control. With several quick eager inhaling, guzzling passes of her hot wet lips, it was such an explosive eruption, the point of no return, as though she were trying to suck the life's juices from the depths of my soul. Still in the midst of my convulsive releasing, <IMG SRC="155b1dc0.jpg" border=0 width="177" height="220" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8">she straddled me, and firmly impaled herself on my still throbbing cock, wildly rocked herself back and forth, hands mercilessly kneading, pressing on my stomach as she came again with several lurching, wrenching shudders, to slow gentle swaying, just lingering, sporadic breaths, shimmering beads of sweat on her breasts, damp hair clinging over her eyes, staring down at me, as if to question,</I></div> <div> <I>"what made all that happen?" </I></div> <div> <I>"phhooo," she said,  "I couldn't stop,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm glad you didn't, but what made you decide, without a word, to follow me to my room?" I asked, without expecting an answer,</I></div> <div> <I>"I don't know," she said, as she now lay beside me, still wanting to cuddle, arm wrapped over my chest, leg across my stomach, "When we got out of the elevator, I turned left by mistake, knew I turned the wrong way, but then just kept going." Glad I did." As we dozed off to sleep.</I></div> <div> <I>Some time in the morning I woke before she did, glanced at my watch.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Shit, I hate to do this, but I have to get going," I said, "I have to get to the airport."</I></div> <div> <I>"What time is it,?" she asked still half asleep,</I></div> <div> <I>"10:30," I said</I></div> <div> <I>"Yeeooww," she blurted out, jumped up, panicked, looking for scattered clothing on the floor, "Me too, I have a flight to catch,"</I></div> <div> <I>Both of us rushing around looking for clothing, me trying to stuff things quickly in my suitcase, quickly comb my hair, splash of cold water on the face as she is trying to do the same in the confined little bathroom. </I></div> <div> <I>It was chaotic teamwork between the sink, towels and mirror. Without chagrin, me still drying my face, she ripped down her panties, lifted her skirt, and sat down to pee, as if I were not there.  Sounds of Niagara Falls, wonderful.</I></div> <div> <I>"Sorry" she said, "but no time for formalities," </I></div> <div> <I>She jumped up, rearranged herself, a quick kiss, </I></div> <div> <I>"I've got to run," she said,"have to get my bag packed and hurry," and out the door she went. </I></div> <div> <I>I grabbed my bag, down the elevator, to a taxi, to the airport, check-in, and just in time.  Flight was on time today, and already boarding.  My usual selection of seats if available, aisle seat, bulkhead, outside. And as luck has it, empty seat to window beside me.  And we're off, finally, after a couple of days stranded in the hotel.  </I></div> <div> <I>Cruising altitude, and here they come with the beverage cart. Going to be an eight hour flight, mostly at night, may as well get comfortable, relax, enjoy the ride.  Really, what choice do we all have.  A couple of mini bottles of  wine before me, seat back and "worry" about it.  Soon the meal, which you can always enjoy the taste of days later, washed down with a couple of more wine.  Then my usual coffee and brandy ritual, maybe two, maybe more.  It all depends on how fast and how far down I want to slide in this seat, and how many screaming kids with in ear. It's an experienced traveler who can judge the quantity of spirits required for each duration and situation of the flight.  A finely tuned traveler will be ready for whatever at the other end, and not even remember being squashed into a seat for eight to ten hours. Headphones on, listen to the some music, sip on my brandy, roll my brain back and forth across the tray table, whatever comes to mind.  </I></div> <div> <I>"May I sit by the window,?" a voice muffled by the headset, tapping lightly on my shoulder,</I></div> <div> <I>"I suppose," I abruptly responded, as  a body climbs over my stretched out legs, before I finished my rude, turf invaded response.</I></div> <div> <I>"Those legs look familiar," I thought, </I></div> <div> <I>"Are you ever polite to strangers,?" she says,</I></div> <div> <I>Oooppss, after I looked,</I></div> <div> <I>"I knew it was you," I said "I was teasing, I even saved you a seat this time, see,"</I></div> <div> <I>She just shook her head, "you amaze me," she said, "hasn't anyone ever slapped you for your remarks,?" she said,</I></div> <div> <I>"Not yet," I said, "but I have ducked a few times, just to be safe, would you like a wine ?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Actually I wouldn't mind a brandy," she said, "looks like you're on your way,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I thought you had a flight to London,?" I asked, "What are you doing here,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"The London flight was cancelled again, so they routed me through Amsterdam."</I></div> <div> <I>"I have to tell you," she said, "that was a wonderful night, even after the rude introduction. I'm glad I turned left from the elevator,"</I></div> <div> <I>"So am I. A moment taken, would have been a shame to let it pass," </I></div> <div> <I>"I didn't want to get out of the shower, I could have stayed there all night," she said,</I></div> <div> <I>"Except you would have completely crippled or drowned me," I smiled, "but I must admit, you do have a deliciously addicting, pretty pussy. Like lotus petals blossoming, the hotter you got."</I></div> <div> <I>"And I have to admit," she said, "I can still feel your dedicated efforts when I think about it,"</I></div> <div> <I>Sipping on our brandies, the conversation continued, and as luck runs, empty seats behind us. No nosey ears. Again we were replaying, in detail, the torrid events of last night.  She, without inhibition, or perhaps more, reviewing, refreshing, every little detail of our lusty night. Call the stewardess again for a couple of more brandies, the giggles along with the details.  We were definitely getting well lubricated.  Finely tuned, seasoned travelers, making the best of a situation. Why not ?  As intimate as we had been last night, words could definitely not be out of place. </I></div> <div> <I>"And what does a lotus blossom pussy look like ?" she asked with a naughty grin</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, if one is patient, to wait for it to open its petals, delicate sweet nectars gently ooze from amidst the soft pastel pinks, releasing its delicate fragrances, and these nectars to be relished."</I></div> <div> <I>"And you are being patient now," she said, "aren't you?"</I></div> <div> <I>"What,?" I chuckled</I></div> <div> <I>"The petals are slowly opening, again." she said, "thinking of last night, relaxing here, the brandy," as the inflight movie began, and all overhead lights went out.</I></div> <div> <I>"I was not trying to tease you," I said,</I></div> <div> <I>"Why not ?" as she took my hand softly and slid it under her skirt, very slowly, methodically along her thigh, pushing it tight to her pussy. She was soaking wet, hot from arousal, as I fondled her firmly through her moist panties, kneading her thighs. Her hand tightly gripping my wrist, pressing my hand tighter to her pussy, assuring I had the pressure just right.  A blanket, I fumbled over us, with her help, not releasing my grip between her thighs. </I></div> <div> <I>"Slide your panties off, " I said as I began helping her with the effort. She wasted no time, in the confined space wiggling out of her panties, stuffing them in her purse. Again pressing my hand tighter to her, encouraging my finger to probe deep in her now dripping pussy, squirming, squeezing her thighs around my hand. </I></div> <div> <I>"I suppose you're going to tell me again, that you'll make it up to me later, " I grinned</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohh shut up, and don't stop, keep doing that, it feels so good." she nicely ordered, as her other hand was fumbling trying to get to my jeans undone. </I></div> <div> <I>She had us both well on the way to somewhere, and again, without reserve. It was simply going to be.  The stewardess still making one last minute pass through the aisles, to see if anyone needed anything before the movie got past the credits I guess.</I></div> <div> <I>"Can I get you folks anything," she asked, slightly leaning toward us. </I></div> <div> <I>"A couple of brandies would be nice," I said, frozen in that, fingers deep in the pussy position as if I was just resting my head on her shoulder.  Quite quickly she returned, with two double brandies which she set on our trays. </I></div> <div> <I>"Here you are," she said, "Enjoy the movie." and continued on her rounds,</I></div> <div> <I>With that we took a sip of brandy with the free hand, a chuckle, and,</I></div> <div> <I>"Keep doing that what you were doing," she said again, "that really feels good. I don't know what it is, maybe the plane, the place, relaxed, but it feels wonderful,"</I></div> <div> <I>We were definitely getting well relaxed, the brandy was doing it's job nicely.  Well aware of where we were, so as not to draw attention, but also not really caring if we did.  I fully understood the rules.  Hands between welcoming thighs, makes it hot, and when you make it hot, you better not stop, and take her over the top.  Now that may seem poetic, but it's a simple matter of self safe keeping. Nothing can turn a woman faster into a raging, homicidal lunatic quicker than being taken to near orgasm and dropped. And since after surviving that first barstool "NO", this has been a very pleasant experience, it would be nice to keep it pleasant, especially in such a confined space, but my hand and fingers were beginning to feel the strain. Twenty minutes of playing the same notes on two keys was cramping my fingers, not to mention the damage she was doing, trying to rip my cock out of it's socket, motivated without thought for me, by her escalating pleasures. It was time to reassess this game. </I></div> <div> <I>"I have an idea," I whispered very softly in her ear, so as not to possible shock her out of her trance.</I></div> <div> <I>"What's that?" she half moaned, sliding lower, in the seat, thighs gradually spreading wider.</I></div> <div> <I>"The mid door galley is never used at night, and away from other passengers," I said, "why don't we sneak in there,?"</I></div> <div> <I>THAT quickly aroused her curiosity for genuine adventure.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh, now THAT sounds like fun," she said, "and much better than being cramped here," </I></div> <div> <I>By that, my cramping fingers got a reprieve, as I gently eased the probing, and clitty servicing, but knowing better than to just suddenly stop.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then lets move ourselves quietly down the aisle." I said</I></div> <div> <I>The mid door galley is an excellent place during night flights, near the toilets, good reason to go that way, always kept dark so as not to disturb the passengers with  light, only one small entrance, closed by accordion type plastic closure, and one of the noisier places on the 747.  And don't ask me how I know all that.</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm ready, let's go," she said, "this better be worth it, because you almost had me well on my way just now,"</I></div> <div> <I>A quick check down the aisles to make sure no stewardesses were wandering around, and to the galley we slowly walked, balancing ourselves occasionally on seat backs for the slight motion of the plane.</I></div> <div> <I>Into the galley, quietly slide the closure behind us into almost complete darkness. Only a slight bit of light filtering in from beneath that rigid curtain.</I></div> <div> <I>I did NOT waste any time in resuming my fondling her. Skirt well raised, now her blouse unbuttoned, bra undone, my fingers again probing well in her still dripping pussy, her fingers fumbling to undo my jeans, and we were well on our way, again. This was the ideal playpen for debauchery, I wasted no time in folding down the extra stewardess flight seat, slowly guiding her to it, spreading her hot tender thighs, grinding my exploring fingers in her pussy, and eagerly locking my lips around her clitty.  Her legs she locked well around my shoulders, that I not again change course, swaying, grinding hips to my efforts. It wasn't easy keeping silent, only jerking, irregular breathing, and trying to rip my hair out as she pulled me tighter to her craving pussy. Was it many small orgasms or one continual, I couldn't tell, but I knew, by her savage abuse of my jaw, I was doing her justice. </I></div> <div> <I>As quickly I had set upon her clit, she pushed me back, turned her back, on her knees, arms resting on the seat, spread her thighs, </I></div> <div> <I>"I want you in me now, come one, now" she somewhat mumbled as without breath, reaching around, fumbling to find my cock, "I'm coming again, ffffuck meeee,"</I></div> <div> <I>No sooner hard and deep in her, I felt her thighs quivering, inner heat churning on my rigid cock, fondling her ass, as she pushed herself tight to my thighs. The occasional bouncing of the plane from light turbulence adding to the motion.  As she unleashed her orgasm, fingers trying now to rip the seat apart, kneading the soft flesh of her ass, I erupted, throbbing, convulsive release of all I had within me. </I></div> <div> <I>"phhhuuuu, that was too much, wow" she babbled, face still buried in the seat cushion. My fingers still softly kneading her ass, sliding up and down her damp arched back, around her waist, stroking in and out of her slowly as I went limp.</I></div> <div> <I>Again I could hear the drone of the engines, which I had noticed.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Help me up, " she said, "I almost can't stand up." The planes gentle swaying motion, very dark galley, and of course our heated play, made us both light headed, and unbalanced. I grabbed the stainless counter, for balance, pulled myself up, then reached for her to help her up.  Half way up, she flopped herself in the seat,</I></div> <div> <I>"This seat is soaked," she said with a chuckle, trying to refasten her bra and button her blouse,</I></div> <div> <I>"Give me your hand, "she said, "I can't get up,"</I></div> <div> <I>I tucked my shirt back in, zipped my jeans, raised the stewardess' seat back up, as she somewhat straightened her skirt, and quietly we snuck back to our proper seats. </I></div> <div> <I>Blankets back covering ourselves as best we could, and maybe a few hours sleep before we arrive.</I></div> <div> <I>"I have to admit, that last hard sudden thrust you gave," she said, "drove me over the edge,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, now I must admit," I said, "I must have had part of my foot out in the aisle under the closure, and someone walking by kicked it slightly. 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