29-03-2019, 05:50 PM
They said it together. "I believe we can come to some sort of arrangement." Colleen whispered the words, lightly moaning the last word as Helena's hands found her breasts. Helena closed in, pressing firmly up against the girl's back.
"And what happens next, Colleen?" Colleen's breathing was getting faster now, approaching panting.
"She...she rips the peasant girl's blouse off." As soon as she said it, Helena ripped Colleen's uniform shirt open. She pulled the blouse and jacket off as Colleen continued. "Exposing the peasant girl's naked breasts to the cool morning air."
"Hold that thought a second, Colleen. Those peasant girls don't usually wear bras. There we go. And then the noblewoman strokes and caresses her breasts, touching and squeezing her bare flesh. Softer, gentler, more knowledgeable than any brutish man's hands could ever touch her body. The peasant girl never even knew such feelings were possible until now, and now she can't help but want to feel more, can she, Colleen?"
Colleen moaned out a "Noooo," and took hold of Helena's hand, guiding it down her stomach, past the waistband of her uniform skirt, under the fabric of her panties, and down into the waiting wetness below. Helena rubbed the girl's slit as her other hand sought to drag the rest of her clothes down her legs.
Helena spun the girl round and kissed her deeply. Colleen began fumbling to remove Helena's clothes as Helena grabbed her ass and steered them back toward her seat.
She could have carried the fantasy further, made the girl believe that the two of them were in a shaded grove or aboard a pirate ship, but that would have been more effort than Helena wished to expend. For now, though, she had something to do besides worry for the rest of the flight.
"And what happens next, Colleen?" Colleen's breathing was getting faster now, approaching panting.
"She...she rips the peasant girl's blouse off." As soon as she said it, Helena ripped Colleen's uniform shirt open. She pulled the blouse and jacket off as Colleen continued. "Exposing the peasant girl's naked breasts to the cool morning air."
"Hold that thought a second, Colleen. Those peasant girls don't usually wear bras. There we go. And then the noblewoman strokes and caresses her breasts, touching and squeezing her bare flesh. Softer, gentler, more knowledgeable than any brutish man's hands could ever touch her body. The peasant girl never even knew such feelings were possible until now, and now she can't help but want to feel more, can she, Colleen?"
Colleen moaned out a "Noooo," and took hold of Helena's hand, guiding it down her stomach, past the waistband of her uniform skirt, under the fabric of her panties, and down into the waiting wetness below. Helena rubbed the girl's slit as her other hand sought to drag the rest of her clothes down her legs.
Helena spun the girl round and kissed her deeply. Colleen began fumbling to remove Helena's clothes as Helena grabbed her ass and steered them back toward her seat.
She could have carried the fantasy further, made the girl believe that the two of them were in a shaded grove or aboard a pirate ship, but that would have been more effort than Helena wished to expend. For now, though, she had something to do besides worry for the rest of the flight.
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