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 I was groped a number of times, some in private, and some in public.  I
have chosen to share the best of them with you.  There is one more that was
absolutely heavenly.  It resulted in two very nice climaxes, and I would
love to experience that sort of grope again.  As I said, it was divine.

   After college, I had been working in Rome and Milan for a bit.  Since,
in addition to English, I speak Spanish and some passable Italian, I was
sent on this job.  I had spent a lovely three months in Italy, enjoying
myself and getting a great deal accomplished.  But now it was time to
return home and resume my normal duties in the office.

   I boarded a 747 at the airport and settled in.  I knew it was going to
be a long flight to JFK, somewhere between four and five hours.  I was
flying coach, as it was the cheapest.  Now, a 747 takes a long time to
board, so one may as well make oneself comfortable.

   As I said, I was flying coach, and I had a window seat.  There were
three seats in our row.  A nice gentleman, in his late fifties or early
sixties, said hello and sat down next to me.  He opened his case, pulled
out book, and began to read.  I had my mp3 player (the IPod hadn't been
invented yet) and settled down.  I figured I had a four to five hour ride
to JFK, and I might as well be comfy.

   The flight crew served us some bad food, and I ate.  I had planned to
catch up on some sleep and listen to a bit of music, but the plane was very
cold.  The pilot had the air-conditioning turned all of the way up, I
guess. So I asked for a blanket and was given one.  I pushed my seat back a
bit, covered myself with the blanket, adjusted the volume of my music, and
settled in.

   I probably should have worn pants, but I always preferred a skirt or a
dress.  I didn't have any hosiery on either, as the weather had been warm
in Rome and my legs were pretty tan.  So I was cold, but I figured that I
would be okay on the flight with the blanket.  The crew dimmed the cabin
lights and I relaxed.

   Well, I had think I was just beginning to nod off when I felt a hand on
my left thigh just above my knee.  I sort of ignored it, but I felt the
fingers push my skirt up and began to drift a bit higher.  I wondered if
the guy was going to want to play, or was just teasing.  When he got his
hand just above mid-thigh, I opened my eyes and looked at him.  He still
had his table down, and was reading his book.  But his right hand was
wandering.

   Well, I sort of decided to see how far he would go.  It might make a
very boring and long flight interesting.  He kept gently teasing with his
fingertips.  Now, I am pretty ticklish, so when he got near the top of my
thighs I guess I jumped a bit.  And when I jumped, my legs spread.  I think
he took that to be the go-ahead signal.  I opened my eyes and looked at
him, and he looked back and smiled.  Then he turned his head back to his
book, resumed reading, and began to run his fingers along the edge of my
panties.

   Now, when he started to tease me over my panties, I began to squirm a
bit.  Like I said, I am pretty ticklish, and that was what he was doing to
me.  He was tickling me with his fingertips.  He had to know that I was
wet. Then he stopped, which was a bit of a shock.  He pulled his hand out,
inserted it under the blanket higher, and began to unbutton my blouse.  I
always loved having my nipples teased, so I pushed my bra up.  I let him
tease my nipples for a bit, and then I stopped him.

   He looked at me and smiled.  I looked around the plane, and all was
quiet and dim.  I hiked my skirt high, and slipped off my panties.  He knew
what I was doing.  Then I resumed my position on the seat.

   Well, the next few hours were heavenly.  He would alternate between my
breasts and my pussy.  He found my pearl, and teased me to an orgasm.  I
had to bite my hand to keep from crying out loud.  After I climaxed, he
just kept his hand over my mound, teasing every so often.  He was keeping
me really warm.

   He alternated, off and on, between my breasts and my mound.  I think he
really loved my reactions.  There was no doubt that the flight attendant,
when he walked by a few times, saw his hand under the blanket.  I think he
kept walking back and forth to check on my progress.

   The second time he made me climax was great.  Just a gentle, continuous
teasing over my pearl.  I twitched and shook when he made me climax.  He
kept his hand on me for a few minutes, then withdrew it from under the
blanket and headed off to the lavatory.

   I fixed my bra and blouse and pulled down my skirt.  I didn't bother to
put on my panties.  When we landed at JFK and were leaving the plane, he
thanked me.  I smiled and told him that he was welcome.  The flight
attendant smiled and patted my bottom as I left the aircraft.  Then I
headed off into crazy New York City.