They’d bumped her up to first class. -It’s my first time. She grins conspiratorially. –I’m not sure what to do.
I lick my lips and look down her shirt.
But she does know what to do, tilting her seat back to the same angle as mine. Letting her elbow touch mine, her hand drifting down, edging under the blanket. My skirt already pushed up, my legs open. She flicks my clit, my shoulders twitch. Leans over me to close the shutter, presses her breasts to my face, suffocating.