..well...manly. And you were right. I was staring at the cleavage.My own cleavage. It disgusts me, but I'm attracted to my own body." Shefell silent, ...aiting for me to react."I feel the same," I squeaked out."You do?" Yes. When you left me in the bedroom, I enjoyed getting dressed. I likedthat fact of having sexy cleavage and I still do. I think I want to belooked at there. And I found myself looking at you walking around, seeingyour muscles move. And...I liked jerking you off. I think more. So, I gently cuddle up against you, waking you slowly. You open your mouth to say something, but I silence you by pressing my lips on yours. I kiss you passionately, my tongue massaging yours, our lips playing against one another’s mouths. We are sitting in the first row of seats. I’m in the window seat and you are in the middle seat, with the aisle seat free beside you. I swing my legs up and lay them across your lap, getting a little more intimate. Your hand slips down over my side, then. "Thank you, ma'am," I said, hoping it was a compliment as she rubbed my back. "You're kind of pretty yourself," I said, "in a skinny way." I ain't been eatin' regular," she said, still working on her chaw."You got a man now?"She shook her head and spat. "Don't need one." I'm back and forth, out scouting most of the time, so I can't really..." I understand," she said, raking out her long hair with her fingers, a Scotch combing some called it. She pulled it out so it covered her face and hung. Me- Nope. I want to fuck you.She was surprised by my words initially but later came around. I told her that I was not pressurizing her. I liked her as I had already told her and since she also started reciprocating mutual romantic feelings, I wanted to take it to next level. She said she would think about it and tell me. We parted ways that day.After few days on a weekend, we were talking on the phone and she asks me my address. I didn’t think much and gave her. Later after an hour or 2, I hear.