As a teaser of the story I am going to submit here is the first few paragraphs which is setting the story into action.
I hope you like the way it starts. It is another attempt to view such as scene from male perspective. I put myself into the place of the female in the story as I have always had a fantasy of group sex.
Let me know what you think of the beginning please.
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First Class by Ms. Cleavage
Copyright 2007
I just sat down in my assigned seat in first class and opened the latest issue of NEWSWEEK and began to read a story about Terrorism in Iraq and suddenly - you walked through the entrance to first class.
There was a certain air about you as you entered. Every male in the passenger area was looking at you. You took the moment and demanded the attention, not intentionally, but your presence showed how secure you are with your personal image and your sexuality.
You wore a white silk blouse and a black pleated silk skirt that went just above your knees. The blouse was puffy in the arms and loose all over but it was evident you were not wearing a bra for your nipples were standing erect from the sheerness of the silk against them.
You walked to your seat and placed your carry on bag in the overhead compartment. To do so you stood on your toes to reach over the top of another carry on bag. By standing on your toes your gorgeous legs were emphasized not only because you were not wearing any stockings but also because the muscles in your legs were stressed and your calves were spectacular to see. My God, you have long legs!
Fortunately for me your seat was across the aisle from mine. Other men on the plane had to stretch to watch you put away your carry on bag and then watch you sit into the middle seat of a set of three seats against the bulkhead. For me, I was sitting in the center section on this 747.
We started to taxi out for our take off and I noticed that two lucky guys were assigned to sit with you and were like bookends on both sides of your luscious body.
Your pleated skirt was hiked up quite high on your thighs as you sat reading a magazine. I could not help but notice that your bookends kept glancing down at your thighs quite frequently. You either ignored them or you let them play with the visual in their minds of what must be up your skirt. Every male on that plane was having that visual play within his imaginations.
All during the flight I kept glancing over at your legs. Their length, their shape, their curves, was driving me wild. I am sure I was not the only one that felt your legs were driving him wild. I could almost smell the lust for you in that compartment from the guttural sounds that the other males were emitting.
The top three buttons of your blouse were not buttoned and the neckline suddenly opened as you twisted to find a more comfortable position in your leather seat. The man to your left, next to the window, glanced over at the man to your right. The one to your right looked down at your opened neckline and could hardly sustain his temptation to unbutton you further.
The amount of cleavage that you were showing was so tempting for me, even at my distance from you. I envied your bookends for being assigned to sit next to you.
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Any comments on the beginning?
