He was there, if anyone was going to fuck me I wanted it to be him. I'm 37 years old, scrub up quite well and have a decent, 34d – 26 – 36 figure....Whilst at work I dress conservatively. For going out and socially I like to wear shorter dresses or skirts and show off my legs, which I think are my best feature. The weather forecast was for a mild evening so I chose to wear a white, mid thigh length, bustier dress, zipped up the front with nude holdup stockings. Sexy not tarty, underwired and. " Thanks. So do you."We chatted about nothing for a few minutes, when I got up the courage to address the obvious subject."So Lisa, this is pretty awkward, but I wanted to talk about that little conversation we had at the party last week." I'm sure I was blushing, which is not something I do a lot now that I'm over forty!"Sure." she said. "Look Sue, I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know what I thought. You don't need to say anything." Actually, that's just it," I. Just loved it. She never wears that much makeup… She stood and turned around to face me, placing her hands upon my shoulders and leaning in to kiss me. "Do you trust me?" she asked breathily. "Sure, why?" I asked. She said nothing but pushed me onto the bed which had been stripped down to the bottom sheet with only one large pillow up against the large log headboard. She urged me up to the headboard and I scooted so that I was sitting up against the pillow. Once I had moved into a position that. She had told me that she wanted to feel my boner right there. And god, she looked quite desperate to do it. As much as I was mesmerized by her beauty, her sexy arms and the armpit, I was equally clueless if I should let her touch me. And most importantly, how!I took the phone back from her hands. This time putting my palm on her elbow and taking the phone from the other hand. I replied to her. Me: Babe, I have no clue how would you touch me in this flight, right here, right now. Unless we wait.