Exploring the next seat passenger – Part 2

“I want you to go to the washroom,” I instructed, my voice low and steady. “Take off your dresses except Burka, and come back to me.”

Her eyes went wide with shock, but she nodded, swallowed hard, and stood up, her legs wobbly. “Aunty,” she whispered, “are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more certain,” I said with a wink. “Now go, don’t keep me waiting.”

Aisha took a deep breath and made her way to the washroom, her legs shaking slightly. I watched her go. I knew she was nervous, but the excitement was palpable. When she returned, she looked both scared and exhilarated.

She had followed my instructions to the letter, leaving her burka on and removing everything else. Her cheeks were flushed, and she avoided eye contact, instead focusing on the aisle floor.

“Good girl,” I praised, “Now, Aisha,” I said, my voice a sultry purr, “you’re going to put your dresses in your hand luggage except the panty.”

Her eyes widened as she looked at me, the implication of my words sinking in. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper, “my panties?”

“Yes,” I said, my tone firm yet playful. “Keep them in your hand, sweet girl.”
With a knowing smile, I leaned in closer, my hand reaching for the hand holding her panties. “Trust me,” I whispered.

I took the soft and wet panty from her hand and brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply. “Mmm,” I murmured, “you smell so sweet.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide with shock and arousal as she watched me, her cheeks burning with a deep blush. “Aunty,” she whispered, “that’s… that’s not right.”

“Oh, but it feels so good, doesn’t it?” I said, my voice a seductive whisper as I took a second sniff of her panties.

Aisha’s eyes grew wide, and she gulped, watching as I slowly folded the damp fabric. “Aunty,” she whispered, “what are you going to do with it?”

“I want you to smell them,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “I want you to know what you do to me.”

Aisha’s eyes widened, and she looked at me with a mix of horror and intrigue. “Aunty,” she breathed, “I can’t.”

“Why not?” I asked, my tone playful yet insistent. “You want to know what it feels like, don’t you?”

With trembling hands, Aisha took the panties from me and brought them to her nose. Her eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled deeply. I could see the moment her body betrayed her, the scent of her arousal sending a shockwave through her.

“Aunty,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire, “it’s… intense.”

“Good,” I said, my voice a gentle command. “Now, give back and sit with me.”

Aisha handed me her panties, and I tucked them into my pocket. She sat back down, her eyes still wide with astonishment. “Aunty,” she whispered, “what do we do now?”

“Now,” I said with a smile, “we explore each other.”

“But, Aunty,” she murmured, “what if someone sees?”

“Let them,” I said with a smirk, my eyes dark with desire. “Or better yet, let’s make sure no one does.”

With that, I grabbed the blanket and draped it over our laps, creating a cosy, private cocoon. “Now,” I murmured, “we can be as naughty as we want.”

“Aunty,” Aisha whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves, “what do we do now?”

“Now,” I said with a smirk, “we get comfortable.” I slid my hand under the blanket, my fingers finding their way back to her thigh. “Spread your legs for me, sweet girl.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide, but she did as I asked, her legs opening slightly. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves.

“Good girl,” I said, my fingers tracing patterns on her bare skin, inching closer to her wetness. “Now, tell me what you’re feeling.”

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice quivered, “I feel strange.”

My hand moved closer to her wetness. “It’s okay to feel this way.”

“Aunty,” she murmured, her voice quivering with anticipation, “What are you going to do to me?”

“Everything you’ve ever dreamed of,” I replied, my voice a soft purr. “But first, I want to hear you say it.”

“Aunty,” she whispered, “I want… I want you to touch me.”

“Where, Aisha?” I asked, my voice a low growl. “Tell me where you want me to touch you.” Hesitating for a moment before whispering, “Aunty, I want you to touch me… there.”

My hand slid between her thighs, her dampness slick against my skin. “Like this?” I murmured, my thumb brushing her clit lightly.

“Yes,” Aisha gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Aunty, it feels so good.”

“Tell me more,” I encouraged, my excitement growing. “Where else do you want me to touch you?”

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice was barely a whisper, “I want you to… inside me.”

“Do you mean this?” I asked, my finger teasing her entrance.

“Yes, Aunty,” she gasped, her eyes still closed tightly.

“Good,” I murmured, pressing my finger into her warm, tight channel. She was so wet, so ready. “Now, tell me if you like it.”

“Aunty,” Aisha whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand. “It feels… it feels amazing.”

Aisha’s eyes remained closed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as I slowly added a second finger to the first, stretching her open. “Aunty,” she murmured, her body trembling.

“Does that feel good?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

“Yes, Aunty,” Aisha panted, her hips grinding against my hand.

“Perfect,” I murmured, adding a third finger. “Just relax and let me in.”

Aisha’s eyes flew open, and she bit her lip hard. “Aunty,” she gasped, “it’s too much.”

“Shh,” I soothed, gently withdrawing my third finger. “We’ll go slow.”

I could feel her tightness, her inexperience. It was both a challenge and a thrill. “You’re doing so well,” I whispered, my voice a comforting caress. “Now, let’s just stick with two.”

Her breathing grew heavier as I curled my fingers inside her, the rhythm slow and steady. “Aunty,” she panted.

“Does it feel good?” I asked, watching her face intently.

“Yes, Aunty,” Aisha moaned, her eyes still closed. I moved close to her lips and brushed my lips with her tender lips. She responded with surprising eagerness, her tongue tentatively meeting mine.

“Aunty,” she whispered between kisses, “I’ve never done this before.”

“I know,” I murmured, my voice thick with lust. “That’s what makes it so special.”

I leaned in, my mouth finding hers again, my tongue delving deep. She moaned into my mouth, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair. My other hand cupped her breast gently, feeling her nipple harden under the fabric of her burka.

“Aunty,” she whimpered against my lips, “it feels… so good.”

“Mm,” I hummed, my mouth moving to her neck, kissing and nipping the soft, tender skin while fingering her.

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice was a breathless plea, “please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, sweet girl,” I promised, my thumb circling her clit as my fingers pumped in and out of her tight pussy. Her hips were moving in time with my hand, her body seeking more of the pleasure I was giving her.

I pulled my hand out from under the blanket, my fingers glistening with her juices. “Open your mouth,” I instructed, and she obeyed, her eyes full of curiosity. I slid my fingers between her parted lips, and she closed her eyes, her tongue tentatively flicking out to taste herself.

“Aunty,” she murmured, “it’s… salty.”

“That’s how pussy tastes,” I said, my voice a seductive whisper. “Now, watch me.”

With that, I leaned down, my mouth closing over her clit, my tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive bud. Aisha gasped, her hands clutching the armrests. “Aunty,” she whimpered, her hips bucking upward, pushing herself closer to my mouth.

“Mm, you taste so sweet,” I murmured, licking up the length of her slit before plunging my tongue inside her. Her legs widened further, and she let out a soft moan, her body shaking with the intensity of the sensation.

“Aunty,” she whispered, her voice a desperate plea, “please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” I promised, my tongue swirling around her clit, feeling her body tense with each flick. “Not until you come for me.”

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice was a strangled moan, her hips rocking into my mouth. “I’m… I’m going to…”

“That’s it,” I murmured, my voice muffled by her sweetness. “Come for me, Aisha.”

I sucked her clit hard, my tongue flicking rapidly as her body tensed, and she came, her sweet juices flooding my mouth. I swallowed greedily, the taste of her orgasm only adding to my growing need.

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice was a breathless whimper, “that was… amazing.”

“You liked it?” I asked, a knowing smile playing on my lips as I sat back up.

“Yes, Aunty,” Aisha whispered, her cheeks flushed a dark red. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“Good,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips. “Now, let’s get you dressed.”

I helped Aisha put on her burka properly, my hands lingering on her body as I tucked her in. She was still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I could feel the heat coming off her in waves. “Aunty,” she murmured, her eyes still glazed with pleasure, “what now?”

“You’re going to experience something you’ve never felt before,” I said, my voice a seductive whisper. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

I took her hand under the blanket and placed it on the zipper of my skirt. “Feel it?” I prompted, my heart racing with excitement.

“Yes, Aunty,” Aisha whispered, her trembling fingers tracing the metal teeth.

“Good,” I said, my voice a seductive purr. “Now, unzip it for me.”

Aisha’s hand was shaking as she reached for the zipper, but she did as I asked, the sound of it descending filling the quiet cabin. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“Keep going,” I encouraged, my excitement growing as the fabric parted, revealing my bare skin. “Good girl.”

Aisha’s hand slid down the zipper, her touch tentative yet eager. When my skirt was open, I spread my legs, giving her full access. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Go ahead,” I urged, my arousal building. “Explore me.”

Aisha’s hand hovered for a moment before finally touching my skin, her fingers tracing the line of my inner thigh. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

“How does it feel?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice was filled with awe, “your skin is so soft, and your thighs are big.”

“Keep going,” I whispered, my breath hot in her ear. “Feel higher.”

Her trembling hand obeyed, moving up my thigh until it brushed against the fabric of my lace panties. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice a mix of fear and excitement.

“Do you want to touch me here?” I whispered, guiding her hand to my wetness.

“Yes, Aunty,” Aisha replied, her voice shaking. She slid her hand under the fabric, her fingers touching my pussy lightly.

“Mm,” I murmured, my desire spiking. “That’s it, just like that.”

“Aunty,” Aisha whispered, her eyes wide with wonder as she touched me.

“That’s it,” I said, my voice a gentle command. “Keep going.”

Aisha’s hand moved more confidently now, her fingers tracing my wetness through the fabric of my panties. “Aunty,” she murmured, “you’re so wet.”

“That’s what you do to me,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “Now, slide your hand inside.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide, but she did as I instructed, her trembling fingers slipping under the elastic band of my panties. “Aunty,” she gasped as she felt my bare shaved pussy.

“Mm, yes,” I encouraged, my voice thick with desire. “That’s it, sweet girl.”

Aisha’s eyes widened as she felt my wetness, her arousal mirroring mine. She slid her fingers into my pussy, her touch tentative yet eager. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Tell me how it feels,” I asked, my voice a gentle command.

“Aunty,” Aisha whispered, “it’s… it’s so wet.”

“Mm, that’s because of you,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Now, rub my clit for me, baby.”

She obeyed, her fingers shaking as they found my sensitive nub. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. “It’s so… so swollen.”

“Just like you make me,” I said, my voice a low purr. “Now, rub it. Make it feel good.”

Her fingers began to move in tight circles, and I moaned, my hips rocking into her hand. “Aunty,” she whispered, “what does this do to you?”

“It makes me wetter,” I murmured, my eyes closed in pleasure. “Keep going, baby.”

Aisha’s touch grew bolder, her fingertips gliding over my clit with more confidence.

“Aunty,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and desire, “does this feel good?”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my hips bucking against her hand. “Just like that.”

“Aunty,” Aisha whispered, her eyes wide with excitement, “I want to make you feel good.”

“Then do it,” I encouraged my voice a seductive whisper. “Make me cum, baby.”

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice tentative yet eager, “will you… will you show me?”

“Show you what, baby?” I asked, a knowing smile playing on my lips.

“How to make you come,” Aisha murmured, her eyes searching mine.

“With your mouth,” I said, my voice a sultry whisper. “Use your tongue to make me feel like you’ve never felt before.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide with excitement and a touch of fear. “My mouth, Aunty?”

“Yes,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “Your sweet, innocent mouth.”

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my skin. “Aunty,” she whispered, “how do I do it?”

“Just watch and feel,” I instructed, taking her hand and guiding it to my throbbing clit. “Use your tongue like you’re licking an ice cream cone.”

Aisha leaned in, her warm breath fanning over my pussy, making me shiver. She tentatively licked my slit, her eyes meeting mine for approval. I nodded, and she grew bolder, her tongue lapping up my juices like a hungry kitten.

“Mm,” I murmured, my hand gently guiding her head closer. “Just like that, baby.”

Aisha’s tentative licks grew more confident, her tongue swirling around my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice filled with excitement, “am I doing it right?”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my hips pushing up into her mouth. “So good, baby, how does it taste?.”

“It’s salty,” Aisha murmured, her eyes looking up at me with curiosity. “But I like it.”

“Good,” I whispered, my hand stroking her hair. “Now, let’s try something else.”

“Aunty,” Aisha’s voice was a mix of excitement and apprehension. “What?”

“I want you to suck my clit,” I instructed, my voice low and filled with desire. “It’ll feel like a little button.”

Aisha nodded. She leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over my clit before her mouth closed around it, sucking gently.

“Aunty,” she murmured, her voice muffled by my pussy, “is this what you like?”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my hips rocking into her mouth. “Harder, baby.”

Aisha obeyed, her mouth sucking more insistently on my clit. I could feel the pressure building, my body tensing with each flick of her tongue. “Aunty,” she murmured between breaths, “am I doing it right?”

“Perfect, baby,” I moaned, my voice a low growl of approval. “Just like that.”

“Aunty,” Aisha whispered, “it feels so strange.”

“Mm, so good,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Keep sucking, baby.”

Her tongue swirled around my clit, and she sucked harder, taking me closer and closer to the edge.

“Aisha,” I groaned, my voice thick with lust, “you’re doing so well.”

I could feel my orgasm approaching, my body taut with anticipation.

“Aisha,” I gasped, my voice tight with need, “faster, baby, faster.”

Her mouth worked over my clit with renewed vigour, and I felt myself getting closer to the edge. “Mm, yes,” I moaned, my hips moving in sync with her mouth. “Just like that.”

“Aunty,” Aisha murmured, her voice muffled by my pussy, “I can feel you getting wetter.”

“Mm, yes,” I gasped, my hand fisting in her hair. “Keep going, baby.”

Her mouth worked tirelessly, sucking and licking my clit with a passion that surprised me. I could feel the tension coiling in my belly, my toes curling in my shoes. “Aisha,” I whispered, my voice tight with pleasure, “you’re going to make me cum.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop, her tongue flicking against my clit faster and faster.

“Aisha,” I gasped, my voice tight with need, “you’re going to make me cum.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop, her tongue flicking against my clit with more urgency. I could feel the tension coiling in my belly, my body tensing as the pleasure grew. “Mm, yes,” I moaned, my hand fisting in her hair. “Don’t stop, baby, fuck with your fingers too.”

She slipped two fingers into my pussy, her movements tentative at first but quickly becoming more confident as she felt my response. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “Can I push one more finger?”

“Mm, yes, push as much as you can,” I moaned, my hips grinding against her hand.

Aisha’s eyes widened as she added another finger, her movements becoming more confident as she felt me stretch around her. She sucked my clit harder, her tongue swirling around it as her fingers moved in and out of me.

“Aunty,” she murmured, her voice filled with excitement, “I can feel you tightening around me.”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my voice tight with pleasure. “Keep going, baby. You’re making me so wet.”

Her fingers were moving more confidently now. She pushed a fourth finger inside me, and I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped my lips. “Aunty,” she whispered, “you’re so tight.”

“Mm, keep going,” I urged, my voice strained with pleasure.

“Aunty,” Aisha whispered, her mouth still working my clit, “I want to drink your come.”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my body trembling with the intensity of my approaching orgasm. “You can, baby. Just keep sucking.”

Aisha’s mouth worked my clit with a fervour that was both innocent and incredibly arousing. Her fingers pumped in and out of me, the sensation of her knuckles brushing against my G-spot sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

“Aunty,” she murmured, her voice muffled by my pussy, “I can feel it.”

“Feel what, baby?” I gasped

“Your cum,” Aisha murmured.

“Mm, yes,” I breathed, my body tightening around her fingers. “You’re going to make me come.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she sucked my clit harder, her tongue flicking faster. “Aunty,” she murmured, “it’s happening.”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my body trembling. “Keep going, baby.”

Aisha’s fingers worked my pussy with surprising skill. She had a natural talent for this, it seems.

“Aunty,” she whispered, her mouth still wrapped around my clit, “it feels like you’re going to explode.”

“Mm, I am, baby,” I moaned, my body arching upward. “Keep going, just like that.”

Aisha increased her pace, her mouth sucking and licking with a fierce hunger. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice muffled, “I want it all.”

“Mm, baby,” I whispered, my hips bucking against her face, “you’re going to get it.”

Aisha’s eyes widened, and she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took me closer to the edge. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice muffled by my pussy, “I can taste it.”

“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. “Swallow it all, baby.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide as she felt the warmth of my come to fill her mouth, but she did as I instructed, swallowing it down with a look of surprised satisfaction. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice still muffled by my pussy, “it’s… it’s salty.”

“Mm, yes,” I murmured, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. “Now, lick me clean.”

Aisha’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t protest, her tongue swiping eagerly at my folds, tasting every drop of my juices. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and awe, “it’s… it’s so different.”

As she lapped at me, I couldn’t help but think about how far we’d come in such a short time. The innocent girl in the burka was now eagerly devouring me, her curiosity and desire leading the way. “Aunty,” she murmured, her tongue tracing the path of my orgasm, “will it always be like this?”

“Like what, baby?” I asked, my voice still breathless from the intense pleasure she’d just given me.

“Like this,” Aisha murmured, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. “With us… exploring each other.”

“Mm, yes,” I said, my voice still thick with satisfaction. “It will always be like this as long as you want it to be.”

“Aunty,” she whispered, her voice filled with wonder, “what if I always want it?”

“Then,” I murmured, a smirk playing on my lips, “we’ll always find a way.”

Aisha looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of wonder and excitement. “What do you mean, Aunty?”

“I mean,” I murmured, my voice low and seductive, “that we’ve just begun. There’s so much more for you to learn, to experience.”

Her eyes searched mine, a mix of excitement and a hint of fear. “Aunty,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “what else is there?”

“So much,” I promised, my voice low and filled with desire. “But first, we need to get dressed. We’re almost there.”

We both moved quickly, smoothing our clothes into place, the evidence of our encounter hidden beneath the fabric. As we zipped and buttoned, our eyes met, the heat of our shared secret simmering between us. I pulled out a business card from my purse, my fingers lingering on the smooth paper.

“Here,” I said, my voice a seductive whisper. “Call me when you’re ready for more.”

Aisha took the card with trembling hands, her eyes wide with excitement. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice a mix of shyness and desire, “I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough for this.”

“You don’t have to,” I said, smoothing down my skirt and tucking in my shirt. “Just remember, this is your journey. Take it at your own pace.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she tucked the card into the hidden pocket of her burka. “Aunty,” she whispered, her eyes downcast, “I will call you.”

“Good,” I murmured, my voice filled with satisfaction. “Now, let’s go to the washroom and get ready to land.”

We both stood up, the remnants of our shared passion lingering in the air like a warm embrace. The flight attendant’s voice announced that we would be landing in Dubai shortly, and the fasten seatbelt sign lit up.

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