Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Androgyne

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2009 }

The first class cabin of the Airbus is three parts empty and almost silent, except for the muted rumble of the engines and the faint vibration that is ever present. As the jet liner cruises through the night, I’m staring at the small pool of light across from me and one row forward. While others sleep she’s awake, gazing out of the window at the star-spangled night. I’m awake too, watching one of the most stunning young girls I’ve ever seen anywhere. I’m squirming a little on my seat and feeling ominous warmth and wetness grow in my throbbing cleft.

I’m aroused by her beauty as I’ve seldom been aroused at first glance. She boarded with me at Heathrow, and when I saw her ahead of me I was riveted by her erect carriage and lithe movement. She can’t be more than thirteen or fourteen, though her body is not that of a gawky or gangly adolescent. Her breasts are small but perfectly formed under the thin singlet that shields them. I can see the sharp points of her nipples that seem to be permanently erect. Her legs are long and coltish and her rear is firm and boyishly taut.

Her hair is a glorious chestnut with red highlights that gleam in the faint glow of the small bulb that illuminates her. The gorgeous golden matte tan of her skin fascinates me, that of a pale-skinned redhead who never tans but only turns pink and burns in the sun. I haven’t got close enough to register the colour of her eyes, but I’m certain they’ll be as enchanting as the rest of her. Her outfit is that of a free spirit, someone who either doesn’t care what people think or conversely wants to be looked at by that same audience.

Apart from that thin singlet that flatters her firm young breasts, she’s wearing the briefest of cobalt blue shorts in some thin silky material. So tight are they that in the right light and from the right angle, the distinct outline of her vulva and the crease of her pussy can be perceived clearly. The white knee socks contrast perfectly with her tanned skin, as do the white sneakers laced onto her small feet. My interest is sparked partly by her beauty and partly by the feeling that I recognise her from somewhere, but that is surely impossible. Lowering my lashes but still focused on her profile, I let my mind drift and from my prodigious memory it gradually surfaces.

Of course! She’s the image of the amazing fourteen year old actress Katherine Heigl of fifteen years ago. Katherine is, of course, still a desirable woman, but my tastes tend to the young ones. They don’t have to be as lovely as this girl is; youth and freshness have their own attraction, but this child has everything. I burn to trail my fingers down the peach fuzzed skin of her arm. Is it worth the massive risk? Society believes that a child can’t consent to make love with an adult, but I don’t agree. Women like me can’t and don’t rape, and over the years my girls have never been harmed by having met me. They move on and away for various reasons, but never with rancour or resentment.

Mind made up, I rise quietly from my seat and pad across to her place. Not a passenger within eight or ten rows, and those that are nearest are slumped deeply asleep. As I lean over her, she turns to stare at me as I speak.

“Would you mind if I join you, my dear? You look lonely, a little bored, and not at all sleepy.”

Her smile to me is warm and welcoming.

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll be glad to have someone to talk to. I’m just not tired and I’m bored with this book.”

Slipping into the seat next to her, I point to my breast with a forefinger. “Lesley Craven. I’m flying out to combine a holiday with a little business; I’m planning on buying a holiday home.”

She smiles, showing brilliantly white teeth cradled by an unobtrusive and obviously expensive brace. As if reading my mind, she taps it with a finger.

“Mum says once she’s checked it, she’ll probably take it off at last. I’m flying out to meet Mum, she’s a maxillary specialist and surgeon. She’s attending a medical conference so I get to stay at a nice hotel, but I won’t see much of her.”

I can’t resist the temptation, so I casually rest my hand on the back of hers. Her skin is as smooth and satiny as I thought it would be and glowing with an inner warmth. She doesn’t pull away or show any sign of not enjoying my touch.

“Oh, I’m forgetting my manners, Ms Craven. I’m Michelle Wilder; it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Beautifully spoken and well mannered, but beneath that is there a faint glint of deviltry in those jade green eyes that are as perfect as I knew they would be.

“Mum said she’d let me join her if I did well in my SATs, and I topped the whole bloody school!”

The mild curse is spoken with an impish grin, and I take the opportunity to move my fingers onto her arm, trailing them over the fine reddish hairs on her soft skin. Again she makes no move to shrug me off, and I’m beginning to think that I won’t have to take any risk or try very hard.

“What about you, Lesley? Won’t you tell me something about yourself?”

“There’s not much about me to interest a girl like you, Michelle. I’m a fifty-something business lady who’s made herself a big financial success. Now I’m looking to relax and enjoy a good time, have a real break, and enjoy what I’ve worked damned hard for.”

“What about family, Lesley? Do you have any children?”

I choose my words carefully and wait and hope I get the reaction I’m beginning to expect from her.

“Well, Shell — can I call you that? ‘Michelle’ is so formal.  I’m sure a girl as intelligent and aware as you are knows there are women who aren’t interested in men or having a family. I’m one of those ladies.”

A slight narrowing of the eyes, then that grin goes from impish to devilish… then, to what I read as erotic and inviting. She turns slightly in her seat and glances round the silent compartment. As she does so, one hard little breast presses against my larger and slightly softer one. The permanently erect nipple digs into my soft flesh and my own nipples spring erect at her touch.

“Oh, that’s good. You see, I really don’t have any interest in boys but I have to be careful not to tell most of my classmates that.”

Our faces are moving closer and closer together while her rosebud pink lips look moist and inviting. The risk is great but the temptation is irresistible. Before I can act, she leans closer and kisses me softly but firmly on my mouth. This is far more than I hoped for. I return her kiss, harder and with more passion, then cup a firm breast, feeling her hard nipple press against the palm of my hand. Then I jump slightly and gasp as her hand slides under the flared skirt I’m wearing and her fingers probe the crotch of my silk bikini briefs.

The material is wet and sticky with my free flowing juices and next my pussy cramps and twinges as her soft voice whispers in my ear.

“Take me to the toilet, Lesley.”

Her voice is thick with excitement as I scan the shadows to see if anyone is awake and watching. With a satisfied smile on my face, I purr into her mane of hair. “Have you ever heard of the mile high club, Shell? You’re about to join it!”

Taking her hand in mine, we sneak along to the anodised aluminium door of the vacant stall, step inside, and I snap the lock on. As I do, she hits me like a panther. Her arm locks around my neck, pulling me down so her mouth locks on mine and her hot tongue pushes into my mouth. Meanwhile her free hand is back under my skirt, hooking the waistband and tugging my dampened briefs down around my ankles. Her fingers fumble frantically at the buttons of my blouse, yanking it out of my skirt’s waist. When she claws at my bra and frees my heavy breasts, I start to lose it completely.

She’s locked her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, her mouth is clamped on a swollen nipple, sucking and nipping at it as I walk her backward across the small cubicle and plonk her down on the toilet seat, pushing her back and loosing the drawstring of those skin-tight shorts. As I do, she jerks off her singlet, exposing small but perfect breasts. I drag those shorts down around her ankles and she kicks them off. As I kneel before her, my gaze is locked on her smooth, perfect labia.

Clutching my head, she draws it down to her damp crease, and as my mouth clamps on her slick flesh she groans deeply. Oh god, I don’t need a passing cabin staff member to hear this. Snatching up my wet panties, I thrust them at the frantic girl. She gets the idea instantly and sets her teeth into them as I return to lapping at her sweet flesh.

My tongue moves deeper inside her as I peel back her tight labia with my thumbs. Amazingly, I can feel the muscles of her vagina trying to clamp on my tongue. My head’s bobbing back and forth as I stab my stiffened tongue deep into her hot, wet pinkness. She’s grunting past the silk gag in her mouth, leaning back while crushing my face down to her groin. With her slender thighs spread wide I risk scaring her, but I’m out of control myself.

I ease a finger into the crack of her arse and then thrust it into her tight pucker. That does it! Michelle climaxes like a wildcat, clawing at my back as her hips jerk and thick juice floods my mouth.

I refuse to ease off, working her as fast and as hard as I can. Finally my Shell slumps back bonelessly, gasping for breath, her superb breasts streaked with sweat and her thighs soaked with the evidence of how hard she’s cum.

Spitting out my gnawed lingerie, she fixes me with a volcanic gaze. “Get up here, Lesley. Your turn now. I want to give you what you’ve just given me.”

Disheveled and panting with passion, I settle on the plastic seat, now slick with Michelle’s cream, and spread my thighs. She’s on me as fast and as hard as I want her to be. Her busy mouth plasters itself onto my burning pussy.

She’s not new to lady loving, neither is she an expert — but she makes up with desire and energy what she lacks in technique. As her lips and tongue explores every inch of the centre of my womanhood, I grab my throbbing breasts and brutally twist them, then my young lover jams three fingers into my wide spread slit and fingers me hard, then harder.

My teeth gritted, my neck thrown back, desperately trying not to scream, she takes me wildly over the edge. As I orgasm, I squirt so hard it sprays her face and the floor.

I’m wrecked! It’s years since I’ve had sex as rough as this, but it’s been fantastic. I drag the triumphant girl onto my lap and rain kisses on her face and neck. Our hands touch and tease each other, as we come down from a sexual high like you wouldn’t believe.

We do the best we can to clean ourselves up and remove the signs of our mad passion from the cubicle, but as we sneak back to our seats the musky aroma of hot pussy hangs in the air. We don’t separate; I settle beside her and spread a blanket over the two of us. She settles herself against my side, her face pillowed against my breast, and drifts off into the sleep of a sexually sated girl in moments. I sit beside her, considering if I can possibly find a way of staying near her when we land, but then I slide away into the dark, totally exhausted.

I awake to find the glorious girl still sleeping beside me, bright daylight streaming through the windows.

Then a voice comes over the tannoy. “We are coming in to land, ladies and gentlemen, so please fasten your seat belts.”

The young Venus besides me stirs, and I know I must find a way to be with her. I’m fascinated and obsessed by the thought of her wonderful body, how it responded, and how Michelle made me feel like a young an excited girl again. I will have her, one way or another!

Continue on to Part Two