You asked about what I've done since my husband left (with men). This
experience was the one and only incident I had to that point with a
black man. It happened to me about two weeks after my husband left for Saudi
Arabia. I sent him the following e-mail: (copy of e-mail)
"Hon, I was taking an evening flight from LA to Houston. I was assigned a window
seat which I requested and soon after getting in my seat a very large, at least
6 and a half foot tall, well dressed black man sat down in the isle seat leaving
a vacant seat between us.
He was pleasant and introduced himself as Don and offered his hand to shake. I
had never seen such a big hand --it completely covered mine and his fingers each
made three of mine. He said he was a professional athlete on his way to the east
coast. Basketball I think.
We both had a glass of wine after take off and I was looking forward to a few
hours of sleep since I had been in meetings all day and was very tired. So I had
a second glass thinking it would help me to doze off.
I asked him if he mind that I use the center seat as well as mine and he had no
problem with that so I raised the arm rest between my seat and the center seat
---and when the cabin lights were turned down I placed my pillow against the
window and curled up on the two seats with my bottom facing
him, my back to the seat backs and then covered myself with a blanket.
He had pulled his table out covering his lap and was reading a book. I soon
fell asleep but was woken when I felt the arm rest between his seat and the
center seat rub against my bottom--I didn't think anything about it and just
acted as I was asleep not wanting to carry on a conversation. This was maybe
two hours into the flight.
I was sure my short skirt had ridden up but knew the blanket was covering my
bottom so I just tried to go back to sleep. But then I felt what appeared to be
the back side of his hand rub lightly against my bottom--I didn't move or say
anything--I didn't want to cause a scene. A few minutes later I felt the top of
his hand again only pressing harder against me--I moved my bottom away thinking
he would think I was waking up and stop and stayed in the same position with my
eyes closed.
After five minutes I again felt his hand but this time it barely touched and
stayed there--slowly he increased pressure on my bottom and I could feel the
heat from his hand and I must admit the situation was starting to excite me---I
just kept my eyes closed and didn't move. The next thing he did was move his
hand to the top of the back side of my legs and pull it back raising my skirt
under the blanket and resting his hand on my pantie covered pussy. When he did
this I turned my butt first one way then the other which startled him but also
moved my skirt completely above my ass.
I was getting wet and started thinking about those big fingers--he soon had a
hand back under the blanket again and started rubbing my pussy over my panties
again and I just automatically pressed back into him. I had French panties
which fit very loosely around the legs with lace trim and he started to open
them around my pussy--then I felt them being pulled aside and a finger run under
separating my wet lips. He slowly inserted a finger in my pussy and I couldn't
help rotating my bottom slowly.
I'm sure he then knew I was awake and enjoying so when he pulled down on my
panties I raised my butt a little letting him lower them around my thighs. Then
he inserted a finger again, then two and it felt like a big penis rubbing my G
spot--his thumb then found my clit. I started to move my pussy in circles while
fucking his fingers--faster and faster and then while biting the pillow I
exploded in a very strong orgasm that lasted at least 30 seconds--my pussy
milking his fingers. Unfortunately I squirted and I could feel my juices run
down my pussy and ass onto the seat. As I was coming down the cabin lights came
on and the pilot reported that we were starting our descent into Houston.
I put myself back together under the blanket and sat back in my seat---we
didn't say a word to each other but I noticed he was sitting with his hand under
his nose with a smile on his face. As I started to leave he asked "how did I
sleep" I said "I had a wonderful dream". I looked down at the center seat and
said "it looks like someone spilled a drink"--smiled and exited the airplane. I
guess he was continuing on the same plane because he stayed on.
Just a fun recent adventure I thought you might enjoy---see how bad I am--LOL
Shari"
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