Caroline's Lasting Desires - Sex Stories

Caroline's Lasting Desires

... that same naughty smile, almost as if she was flirting. Once she even turned her head for such a treatment, whereas she was already on her way to leave my room. Did she know something I didn’t? My flight, scheduled for departure at around five pm, had already started boarding when I arrived at the gate. So it took a while before I finally entered the Airbus A310 and made my way to the allocated seat at the back of the only half-filled business class. Occupied as I was with putting hand luggage in the locker above the seats, I didn’t take very much notice of the person in the seat at the window, who was hiding behind a paper. The size of papers in those days made that easy. When I had cleared my seat, removing a blue blanket and other things, and sat down, the neighbors’ paper was lowered. I was speechless and couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was, smiling and enjoying the moment, the one and only Caroline. She pulled my head towards her, drove her tongue into my mouth and let it twist and turn in all directions. The tone had been set. She looked as beautiful as ever and was elegantly dressed; a cosmopolitan woman. “I thought it would be a rather nice surprise,” she said. “You can say that again! The second within a few days. How did you…?” “I had such a wonderful cooperation with Nicole. She arranged that I would be on this flight and even that I would have a seat next to you. She also sent a message to the hotel in Rome about my presence, at the same time telling them ...

... that we will stay one night longer than originally planned. And your return flight was rescheduled. The lovely girl even offered to notify your wife that your work would keep you longer in Italy, but I thought it would be more realistic if you would do that yourself.” “You naughty little devils. Now I understand her mysterious behavior in the last few days. I owe her. But how could you get away from your work at such a short notice?” “I used a pretext; something urgent that had come up in my family. I took the rest of the week off. No problem in my position.” “That seems to imply that you are not talking about family in the narrow sense of the word and that you are not married to a German, most likely not even married at all.” “That’s right. Although I did have a relation with a German for years. The type of living apart together. I do use his name from time to time if it’s useful. And as far as marriage is concerned, I don’t think I’m fit for that.” “Mm… I take it you’ve been to Italy before.” “Yes I have, for instance in Venice and Milan and also in some places in Tuscany, like Florence, but oddly enough never in Rome. I’m looking forward to visiting the historic sites.” The plane had started taxying. Obviously there were lots of questions on both sides, but the safety-instructions temporarily interrupted our conversation. As we were rolling she watched the activity at the airport, meanwhile putting her right hand on my thigh. The hand travelled ever so slowly upward and had ...