Anthracite's True Erotic Airplane Experience

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I was doing a lot of flying this week, to Denver, Phoenix, SLC, etc. But on one flight something very strange happened. And yes, this is absolutely true.

I was seated in the back of the plane, in the right hand middle seat. There was no one in the aisle seat, but I didn’t move because I hate it when the stewardess whacks your knee with the drink cart. Seated in the window was a young woman about 5’8", 160 pounds, with curly blond hair. She was wearing a sheath summer dress that came to above her nicely tanned knees. Overall quite attractive, but since the odds of meeting another lesbian on a flight are slim, I kept my eyes on my book (“Cryptonomicon”, if you must know). The plane was stuffy and hot, and it made me somewhat drowsy.

Anyways, about 30 minutes into the flight, I heard a moan come from her. I casually glanced over, and saw that she was leaning back in the seat, asleep. I continued reading, and stretched the seat back to relax.

All of a sudden, she moaned again (this time it sounded more like a snore), shifted, and spread her knees very wide, and her dress rode waaaay up her thighs. Now, I was sort of interested, but trying not to be. So I ignored her. Then, she dropped her right arm between her legs and rubbed - just once. Now I was really interested, but still ignored her (what book was I reading? Oh yeah, that one.)

Until all of a sudden, she made a move that was so sudden I thought she did it on purpose. She rolled towards me and slumped on me on my right side and nuzzled her face into my neck! At first, I was paralyzed, actually scared that she had done it on purpose. But after a minute of her nuzzling me I realized that she was still asleep, her blond curls flowing over the top of my dress!

Then, she opened her lips and started sucking on my neck (!), murmuring to herself and then moaning more. Then she actually bit me a little, And so help me, I just sat there frozen, tremendously excited but at the same time aghast at what would happen if she woke up.

Finally, I just couldn’t take any more. Even though I was so excited I was trembling, I knew I had to get her off of me before either she woke up or I took her right here in the plane. So I reached out my hand and placed it on hers. INSTANTLY she woke up with a start and sat bolt upright in the chair. She had a dazed look on her face, and her whole body was flushed. She sat for a moment, and turned to look at me. I just smiled and said “I’m sorry to wake you, but you seemed very uncomfortable the way you were sitting.” She looked at me for a few seconds silently, and then said drowsily “I’m sorry, I’m just so tired” and with no other comment she turned towards the window and slept for the rest of the flight.

I’m sure she knew something had happened, as I was flushed bright red, my nipples were like diamonds, and as I later found out I had a mild hickey on my neck. There were no other words between us the whole trip, and at Denver she disappeared into the crowd, like a ghost in the fog, my mystery woman.

Anyways, hope you all enjoyed this. I’ve been on more than 200 flights in 6 years, and nothing even remotely similar to this has happened. I wanted to post last night, but just writing about it made me so excited I had to wait. I also can’t explain how she could do so much without waking, but the slightest touch of my hand instantly woke her.

If there is a woman of that description out there who woke on a flight to Denver with her lips on the neck of a short, brown-haired mousey-looking woman with glasses, please write me!

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what…did we forget to mention that you’re a student at a small midwestern college…?

Penthouse letters aint what they used to be…

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I was a student at a small midwestern college, but alas I do not read Penthouse.

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That is so cool! L I never get that lucky!

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Good lord Anthracite! It’s hard to believe she was asleep.

I’m sure all the men that read this will be using it as whacking fodder for weeks to come (pun intended).

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Well… yeah… theres nothing like a lesbian seduction story to get ya through the night.

Only in my version you will resist feverishly but the woman will finally overpower and “take” you. Halfway through the lesbian goodness she will pop awake only to be shocked and try to get away, thats when YOU take over and hold her down in the pool of baby-oil until she succumbs to desire and you both get into it real nasty like.

Yeah… thats what happened.

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Next time this happens (And of course it will happen again: everyone knows women do this to each other all the time) just raise yuor eyebrow and ask “So, did you enjoy your nap? I know I sure did!”

If that doesn’t work, just say, with your best Italian accent, “How you doin’?”

Works everytime.

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Getting there really is half the fun.

My ex-wife used to occasionally become amourous in her sleep. Under the right circumstances, I could see her doing something like what your flightmate did.

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Please - you need to expand your story somewhat - women need more time after all! :wink:

It’s sorta sad in a way - no man has ever hit on me in my entire life, and the only random woman who ever did was asleep! If only it could have been pepperlandgirl! D’oh!

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Okay, I’ve heard of “Flying the Friendly Skies”, but this is ridiculous… I definitely need to fly more often. Oh, yeah. Stuff like that never happens to me, but then again, I’m a student at a small southwestern college. Wrong region entirely. That must be it…

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Anthracite laments:

Well, your description of yourself as a

would be enough to perk my interest (especially the glasses part; mousy and short are good too!), except that I’m taken; and, well, you know.

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Anthracite said:

<MysterEcks cruises up, straightens his leisure suit, and moves his sunglasses to the top of his head. “Hey, baby!” he says in a seductive voice. Leers; gives big grin. “How’re ya doin’? Ya with anyone? Ya wanna maybe dance a little?”>

There, now one has. Be sad no more.

(You’re on your own with random women.)

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…does that mean Anthracite is a auxiliary member of the mile high club? (half-mile high club? mile high half club?)

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That’s true - I wonder how much altitude it was worth. The lesbian 1/4-mile high club perhaps? Hell, I’d be happy for some extra Delta segments.

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If it’s any consolation, I would hit on you. Had I not found out that I stood no chance with you. Oh Well. I’ll go back under my rock for a week now. ::hides::

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Totally unrelated, but now that I am fully sexually aroused, how are you finding Cryptonomicon? I thought it was one of the most thoroughly entertaining things I’ve ever read (though I don’t read much fiction to begin with.)

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OK, lesbian scene now finished - back to the hetero stuff!

Goddamn, Anthracite, you got me going now. I gonna have to log off and crwal into bed alongside my SO, whose been catching Z’s for the past two hours. Maybe I can get lucky too…

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Anthracite, how come you woke her up?

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It is a pity, Anthracite (And I say this only for my personal benefit) that you are not hetero. I find that MOS who describe themselves as mousy often have very attractive faces.

Another one to add to the “taken or otherwise unavailable” list . . . damn damn damn.

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Like all of Neal Stephensons books, I think he does an incredible job of creating a complex and rich plot, and the middle of the story keeps you on the edge of your seat. And then you get to the climax (no pun intended) and something just seems wrong, very hurried and incomplete. His books are the greatest until the last 25 pages, and then you are left wondering WTF!~? sometimes. Cryptonomicon in my opion was the worst example of this. The first 900 pages were one of the best stories of it’s kind I ever read, and the last 18 pages or so just seemed almost contrived.

Did you get any of the same indication yourself?