Delicious… I imagine every fellow passenger or stewardess—passing near enough—enviously breathing in the scent of your passionate loving… (creating a ripple effect?)
There were five other people in the compartment, including my brother, and a nun. at some point, as it was getting late, we pushed the seats together so that we could lie down comfortably. It was a tight fit, and to my left, fitting tightly against me, was a woman within a few years of my age, which was 18. (She was probably at least several years older.)
I came to realize that my left hand was practically touching her hand (can't remember which, we're talking more than 50 years ago). I did a lot of slow, careful and tedious maneuvering my arm so I could get my hand where I wanted it to be, in hers, over a period of maybe 45 minutes, at which point I finally felt her hand grasp mine, and we made love with our hands... and soon the nun left the compartment. It's amazing how exciting something like that can be due to the circumstances. Somewhere in the night she was getting off, and I got up with her to see her off, and we hugged, and she said, "We arrrre crazy!" And if that was crazy, I don't want to be sane!
Delicious… I imagine every fellow passenger or stewardess—passing near enough—enviously breathing in the scent of your passionate loving… (creating a ripple effect?)
Love that.
Yum. Just yum....🤗
RIght? The pianist. Mmm.
This is seriously hot. Men with piano hands are, well, few and far between.
Most are beautiful with long fingers made to be lingered over and palms I'd like to sink my teeth into and run my tongue around.
Piano hands.... < sigh >
whoa!
😉🤷♀️ 😊
Chris Andrews: The music and the eventful flight are of exquisite, ethereal and lasting beauty.
Thank you so very much, so very much, indeed, for sharing. This is spiritual, from the soul, INNOCENT, and beautiful. Beautiful.
Thank you Armand.
The title is perfect for this juicy, sumptuous story.
Mmmmmm. That was so nice.
The next episode… this weekend. Thanks for reading.
That brought back an ancient memory of an overnight train to Munich.
Hmm. We may need more details.
There were five other people in the compartment, including my brother, and a nun. at some point, as it was getting late, we pushed the seats together so that we could lie down comfortably. It was a tight fit, and to my left, fitting tightly against me, was a woman within a few years of my age, which was 18. (She was probably at least several years older.)
I came to realize that my left hand was practically touching her hand (can't remember which, we're talking more than 50 years ago). I did a lot of slow, careful and tedious maneuvering my arm so I could get my hand where I wanted it to be, in hers, over a period of maybe 45 minutes, at which point I finally felt her hand grasp mine, and we made love with our hands... and soon the nun left the compartment. It's amazing how exciting something like that can be due to the circumstances. Somewhere in the night she was getting off, and I got up with her to see her off, and we hugged, and she said, "We arrrre crazy!" And if that was crazy, I don't want to be sane!
Love this.
Thank you Chris!