On routes to the Americas

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About two years ago, I was on a business trip to a country in the Americas (please forgive me for not saying which country, to avoid being recognized by friends

, as I frequently travel there). I had a layover at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. The flight departed from Shanghai, I remember it was at 11:20

PM , an Air France flight. The journey from Shanghai to Paris took about 12 hours.
The plane was a 737, and I was in the last row of the middle section, which was almost full. Next to me was a beautiful woman. After takeoff,

we started chatting. She told me she was going to Paris to perform, was 20 years old, and unmarried. Of course, I also told her

some of my own information. It was late at night, and feeling a bit tired, I started to sleep. We each covered

ourselves with a small blanket. About three hours later, I woke up drowsily. Since it was summer,

I was wearing a t-shirt, and she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. I felt her hand on the back of my hand. At this point, I was fully awake

, but I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. Pretending to be casual, I turned my hand over and gently grasped her small hand. It was very smooth

, but I didn't dare to move. After a long time, she removed her hand, and I opened my eyes slightly. I saw her

pull , and to my surprise, she put her hand back in mine. I stopped pretending to be asleep and started gently

stroking her palm. At first, both of our hands were on the armrests, but after a while, I pulled her hand to

my side. All these actions were done under the blanket. I looked at her; she still had her eyes closed, but I knew

she was awake because her hand was moving occasionally, and with my movements being so obvious, she couldn't possibly still be asleep.

About , I grew bolder and started stroking her arm. It was very smooth. After stroking it for a while, I felt

unsatisfied, so I put my arm behind her. She moved her waist forward slightly, letting me put my arm over. At first, I

gently stroked her waist through her clothes. Seeing that she didn't react, I slipped my hand inside her clothes. Slowly, my hand

moved to the front. Since we were sitting side by side, I could only touch her stomach and lower abdomen with my left hand. My hand went through

her waistband, and she immediately pressed my hand down with her right hand to prevent it from going down. So I changed to going up, but her bra was very tight

, and I couldn't put my hand in. So I put my hand behind her and unhooked it. She cooperated. Her breasts weren't very big,

but they were very elastic. I kept touching her nipples. At this moment, she suddenly put her hand on my genitals. I was already

aroused, and now I was even more furious. She grabbed it and squeezed it gently. After a while, she pulled my t-shirt

out of her belt, slipped her hand inside, and stroked my lower abdomen. Then, she moved downwards, finding her target and

began to masturbate. My hand then moved downwards again, touching her pubic hair, and continued downwards. Goodness

, so much fluid! I wanted to insert my fingers, but she immediately stopped me with her hand. At this point, she whispered in my ear, "Hands

aren't hygienic ," so I didn't insist, just stroking her outside, touching her clitoris. After about 20 minutes,

I couldn't take it anymore and whispered in her ear, "I can't take it anymore." She whispered back, "Then cum." She then

sped up, and I pressed hard on her clitoris. Soon, I ejaculated, getting her hand all over. You would

never guess, but she took her hand out, first smelling it for a while, and then, incredibly, licked it a few times with her tongue. She

told me she liked the taste of semen. I felt sticky on my shorts and hands, so I got up and went to the toilet

to clean myself. A little while later, she also went to the restroom, and then we started chatting, exchanging contact information and phone numbers back home. At

Charles de Gaulle Airport, we hugged and parted ways. A month later, I returned to Shanghai and contacted her again.

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