Hey all you naughty people out there. Regrets..! Been little out of this site. The reason is that my hands and fingers were busy doing lot other things these days. Hope you can understand. Anyway here I am with another series of my experiences and thoughts to share with you all. If you are a girl let me rib tickle you and if you are anything apart from a female please help yourself.
Past couple of years I have become Don Juan. Roaming around the bust area of this planet called Earth. Areas around Tropic of Cancer I mean. Wish to go down South soon. Crossed fingers and open legs lets see. Aaachoooo….press me. Oops Bless Me. In these roamings, I had some interesting in-flight experiences regarding which am going to share one of my classified acts.
Place : Inside UAE flight. Flying from JFK –> DUBAI.
If there is anything nearly as beautiful as a Middle Eastern lady, its nothing but another Middle Eastern lady. Having a hard corner for these Middle Eastern women I got my ticket booked exclusively in UAE flight. 30 minutes after the flight took off I also felt like to take off my pants and sit naked. Just for the reason to show everyone that I am happy and excited to travel UAE airlines. When I was dreaming like this, one creamish air-hostess who would be the best pick for Milkmaid ad campaign for all obvious reasons, came near me. She bent over and about to ask me something. Before she said anything I said “Yes, take me in”. She looked puzzled and started taking me by her hands and said follow me. I wantedly stumbled and fell on her flat and the pose was enough to make all my male co-passengers go green, not coz the position was quiet nature oriented, but with you know… out of sheer jealousy. Perfect Kodak moment on the aisle. We both together looked like Black forest pastry. Brown on top of White cream. We got up and she has hurt her finger while falling down. I remembered when I was a kid what we used to do when anyone’s finger gets hurt. Just take it in your mouth and suck it. I immediately did the same. The air-hostess turned pink and gave a slight moan. My excitation reached peak. Then she said, Baby… get off my foot its paining. I realized the moan is coz of my stamp not of my suck. Oops… what the Duck. She had me close to her and made me sit in the front row so that I would be in her visual contact.
Don’t know why she showed extra attention on me… but I started enjoying the special attention. She asked me what do I want…Coffee or Tea. I asked for Milk. She fed me with a different container regarding which I don’t want to talk about it here. She started speaking as if she is speaking with some parrot or a pet dog. I started replying in the same tempo to keep the flow. She kept hugging me frequently. Every time she hugged me I felt am turning into a stone man. In this care taking of me, she said that the flight is hers. So I asked her if I see her cock-pit. She blushed and said nope. I understood why she said nope probably of security reasons, but I still didn’t get why she blushed. Hours literally flew by and I became her most favorite in that 14 hour journey. We even played many role playing games like mummy-daddy game, doctor-nurse game in her cabin. She was giggling the whole of the role playing. May be she liked the games. She even gave me a massage. She so soft n nice, except that she made a remark saying, “You look too big to your age, I like it”. I was upset little bit, coz people say I look young to my age but she said the reverse of it. Never mind, I was happy for her private sessions so why bother.
Now flight landed in DUBAI, and everyone was walking to the entrance. My air-hostess friend asked me to stay seated till everyone evacuates the flight. She went near the door and with all that blush, started greeting each and every passenger, “Thanks for flying Emirates, hope you enjoyed flying Emirates”. At that time there was this Arab lady with one funny looking Orangutan kind of kid in her hands, fuming and shouting. The discussion went like this:
Arab lady: I want to complaint to the UAE authorities. ..@@*&^%)*^&()*^$%^&$^%$…
My Air-hostess friend: Why madam, what happened? How can I help you?
Arab lady: I belong to the Arab Emirates royalty. Took special permission and paid extra for my mentally challenged kid to be taken care and pampered. Did you get any intimation? I am going to sue UAE.
My Air-hostess friend: I am sorry madam, what is your seat number?
Arab lady: 86D
That time only she and I realized that 8 and 3 look almost the same on a print text. She thought I am that retard kid. Didn’t expect that retards can have this much FUN in life. God Bless them. Them I mean the Air-hostesses.
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