I've told you a couple of my stories so far, but I'm going to let my husband Dale tell this next short one.
Well, this is going back a good few years now to when I was nineteen and still a virgin. I was on my way to Tenerife, a well known party island, with a handful of my friends. Typical plan for a lad's holiday; sun, sex, booze, sex, sleep, sex etc. etc. I did okay on the sun, booze and sleep part, but only managed sex just the once. It may have seemed a bit of a failure in comparison to some of my mate's achievements, but when I look back, and as you will see, it was far from it.
We had rocked up early at Heathrow airport and hit the drink at about 8 in the morning. Well most of the others did, I was not renowned for being a big drinker back then so I took it nice and easy, didn't want to make an idiot of myself by throwing up before we'd even boarded the plane. Our flight was called and we made our way to the gate and got ourselves settled into our seats. This of course didn't go without one or two of my mates making lewd suggestions to one of the air hostesses and almost getting themselves chucked off. Fortunately that didn't happen.
Eventually the plane took off. I don't mind admitting that I have never been a great flyer, so I put my music on and settled down trying to shut off everything around me. Well almost everything. I hadn't noticed, as we had got on the plane before them, but there was a group of girls sitting a couple of rows behind us across the aisle. As far as I could make out, without appearing to be overly nosey, there were seven of them in their group. A couple of them had clearly got drunk already and were trying to gee up the passengers around them to a holiday sing-a-long. It wasn't working. It was obvious they were heading out to Tenerife for a good time. I wondered if they would be staying at the same place as us. However, it wasn't those two that had grabbed my attention. Sitting in the gangway seat in the row in front of them was one of their friends. She had short dark hair, in a kind of bob style, very striking brown eyes and from what I could tell, a very nice smile. I only discovered that last part as I kept, clearly not very well, trying to sneak a look at her without her noticing. This was something I was definitely not very good at. After about the fourth attempt, when I was trying to check her out whilst talking to one of my mates sitting behind me, she gave me that gorgeous smile. I felt myself go bright red, having just been caught out, and quickly averted my eyes before sitting back in my sit feeling a proper idiot.
I put my headphones back on and went back to listening to my music. A few minutes later I tried to sneak another look at her as a stewardess was passing by. Shit, she was still looking at me with a cheeky grin on her face and her friend sitting next to her was also looking at me and me smiling. The red cheeks quickly hit again and I shrank back into my seat. I made a mental note not to look at her again, although I did wonder whether she was smiling as she liked me, or was actually smirking as she knew exactly what I was up to.
After an hour or so into the flight I decided to go to the bathroom at the back of the plane, which of course would give me another chance to sneak a peak. I got up as casually as I could, throwing out a fake stretch and using the opportunity to look across the plane. She was deep in conversation with the girl sitting next to her and hadn't even noticed me get up. I felt a pang of disappointment. Oh well, I didn't have a great deal of experience anyway so I was already worried that I wouldn't pull when we got on holiday let alone on the flight going there.
I made my way into the loo and did my business. Just as I was finishing up there was a tap on the door. Some people were so impatient.
"Hang on," I called, "almost done".
There was another tap on the door, a bit louder. They would have to wait. I washed my hands, dried them and then opened the door. I didn't get very far though. The girl that I had been looking at bustled me back into the toilet and quickly locked the door.
"What the..." I tried to say.
"Do you like me?" she asked, "only you kept looking at me, so I thought you must do."
Did I? Heck, she looked even better close up and the smell of her perfume was intoxicating in the small space.
"Er yeah," was about all I could get out.
"Great," she answered.
She grabbed hold of me around the neck and planted a big kiss on my lips. I tried to push her away.
"What if someone wants the loo?" I asked.
She giggled, "there's others, don't worry about it."
Again she planted a kiss on my lips, this time working her tongue into my mouth. Clearly she was more experienced than me, although from the alcohol I could taste on her breath I assumed she was a bit drunk. Dutch courage? This was definitely a whole new experience for me and for someone who had barely hit third base a couple of times, it felt fantastic. My cock was already bulging and I heard her make a little pur of approval as it pushed against her in the very confined space. We continued to kiss, our tongues probing deep into each others mouths. Her small, but very pert breasts were pushing into my chest, nipples standing at attention through her flimsy top. She let go of me.
"You're a really good kisser," she said breathlessly. "I wouldn't normally do this sort of thing, but you looked really cute when you were staring at me." She smiled and I went bright red again.
