She was wearing a dress that accented herfigure, and he couldn't help wondering how she would look naked.It was as if she was too sexy to believe; her...breasts firm andfull, her narrow waist accenting softly flared hips and longtapering legs, and her trim young buttocks--sexier than any younggirl's had a right to be, rounding out like two firm ripe melonswaiting for someone to come along and squeeze them. He'd be happyif his date looked half as good as his sister! With a smile on her lips,. She lay now in her underclothing, a well filled matching dark blue set, a long line bra, a suspender belt, her belly just peering over the top edge, her stout legs encased in shear nylons, and knickers, stray pubic hair showing round the crutch, not having been shaved in the last few years. To him she was all he could desire, a real woman, not some model in a sex magazine or page 3, but a woman he would meet in any street, desirable, and willing, begging him to take her, use her, enjoy her. a. .. sternly. She took the wheel from Hazel, who sat next to me and asked,"John ... would you mind fetching my sandwich and coffee?"They were wedged in the corner of the cockpit. It wouldn't have been good enough if there'd been much motion, but that day it was fine. I picked them up and handed them to her; she patted the seat next to her and wouldn't take the cup and plate from my hands until I sat again. She leaned against me and turning just said, "arm."I lifted my arm and she rested back. She and I would pretend that we didn’t notice them. She would sit with her legs spread and her pussy partially exposed for them to look at. It became a game for us to see how many guys she could flash. She admitted to me that she would actually have a mini orgasm when she knew someone was looking at her.She was surprised all of this didn’t make me jealous. In fact, I told her it turned me on as much as it turned her on. Eventually, I admitted that I fantasized about her having sex with other.