Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41
Tanya's Denial Continues.
House Sitting – Week 1
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DAY 1
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The big day finally arrived and we headed to the airport feeling as excited as a little kid on their birthday.
One thing that we both wanted from the flight out was to become members of the mile high club. We thought about how we could achieve that without getting into any trouble. Using the toilet on the plane was out of the question because it was a short flight and the toilets aren’t really big enough for one person, never mind two. We had to do it on the seats; and knowing that the seats are in groups of threes made it more difficult. In the end we decided that somehow, and for some reason, I’d have to sit on Ryan’s lap and have a dress that had enough material to cover what was going on underneath.
In the end we decided that I’d have to sit on Ryan’s lap. We came up with the reason that I was scared of flying and needed some comfort.
When we boarded the plane Ryan took the window seat and I took the middle of the row of three, and we waited to see who would take the aisle seat. It turned out to be an elderly gentleman.
Ryan comforted me and the old man even joined in telling me not to worry and that everything would be alright.
Once we were up to cruising height and the seat belts light went out I asked Ryan if I could sit on his lap so that he could hold me. The old man smiled at me as I stood up and held my dress wide so that Ryan could shuffle his shorts down. When he was ready Ryan pulled me back, lifting the back of my dress so that my pussy could meet his cock with nothing in between.
Ryan guided me down and I impaled myself and joined the club.
I sat there, impaled on Ryan’s cock, and adjusted my dress so that everything was covered. Then I put my head on his shoulder and whispered how good it felt.
We’d done it, and no one knew.
After a while the old man even asked me how I was feeling. Sucking my thumb I said that I was okay.
When the cabin crew came round the old man even told them that I was scared of flying. The girl asked Ryan if I needed anything. I whispered to Ryan,
“To bounce up and down.”
After a while Ryan’s hands got a little restless and he discovered that he could slide one of his hands under my dress and tease my clit without anyone seeing. Needless to say that he brought me to a wonderful orgasm at 30,000+ feet. Our only regret was that Ryan didn’t manage to cum.
The rest of the flight went quickly and I managed to get off Ryan and get him decent, without anyone realising.
The heat was wonderful when the aircraft door opened at Palma airport and we were soon heading west on a bus for the 15 odd mile journey to Magaluf. We took a taxi to the villa where the agent was waiting.
The agent showed us around and reminded us of a few conditions, then left us to enjoy our holiday.
We both stripped naked and ran to the pool.
After a bit of swimming and kissing we looked around and saw that the pool area was only closely overlooked by the villa on one side. The only other places that we could see were about half a mile away on a bit of a hill; far enough for us to ignore them.
We got out and had another look round the place. We decided that we were in heaven and that the only times that we needed to worry about clothes was when we went out. We went out the back and christened one of the sun loungers.
We were in for 2 weeks of sun and sex.
When we got hungry we went and looked in the fridge. We reckoned that there was enough food in there to feed us for a couple of days so we didn’t plan going anywhere until it ran out. We did make two exceptions to that, on the evening we went for a walk and on a morning we’d go to the shop for fresh food.
When we went for a walk that evening and asked Ryan what I should wear he said,
“Nothing.”
I laughed and told him that I’d have to wear something so he went and got me his blue string vest. I laughed again and told him that I’d get locked up if I went out wearing just that. Off he went again and when he came back he told me that what he had in his hand was the only other thing that I could wear underneath the vest. Because it was screwed up in his hand I assumed that it was the little yellow thong that I had packed – just in case; so I said,
“Okay.”
Ryan opened his hand and I was shocked to see that it did contain a thong, but it was the material-less bikini thong that I thought that I’d left back at home.
I asked him if I could swap it for the underwear thong, but he wouldn’t let me. After all, I had agreed.
I put it on and asked him if he could see my slit.
“Only when I look.” He said, which wasn’t a lot of help.
Thankfully it was starting to get a little dark so my modesty would be protected.
We walked to the end of the road and turned towards the sea. We passed a little shop and before we knew it we were on a lively street. We made a mental note of where we were then started walking.
Magaluf really is a teenager’s mecca. There were hundreds of them, and what’s more, most of the girls were wearing as little, if not less than I was. I needn’t have worried about getting embarrassed. Within the first 5 minutes I saw at least 3 girls who obviously didn’t have underwear on, although none of them were wearing a dress that was quite as see-through as a vest with thousands of holes big enough for my nipples to poke through.
We’d seen enough for now and decided to head back for some more of the part of sun and sex that you can do when the sun’s gone down.
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