I see my kid sis has her own account now. I'll have to talk to her about our parents next time I'm home. I've know they are swingers for some time. And what about her? Nice to know she's as horny as I am. Anyway, to the business in hand......
I'm fucking knackered! Long haul is exactly that. Long! They fly you right up to the max, and even into the contingency hours sometimes as well. So, I'm in the United Arab Emirates. Got to be careful here. They are sensitive about sex in general, and I don't think me rubbing one out on the beach is an option!
But I did find a nice museum. Air conditioned, and empty. I found a nice section where, for a moment, I considered frigging myself, but I chickened out. Security cameras are everywhere, so I went to the toilets instead. There are traditional Arabian toilets, but there are also lavatory pans like we know, and it was to one of those that I headed. I hitched my skirt up, took my knickers off and sat on the very warm pan. It's so hot heare, the heat travels through the structure of the buildings sometimes. Anyway, legs spread, and fingers went to work.
I was getting into a nice little fantasy about killing off on the flight deck when I heard the door go in the next stall. This was a traditional toilet, a hole in the ground and a shower hose. I heard some movement, and then almost immediately, the shower hose went on. As I listened, I heard an unmistakable moan. Then another. Then another! Then it hit me. She was masturbating using the shower head. I imagined her, squatting over the hole, knees wide, shower poised on her clit. I put my phone on the floor so I could see. She looked to be quite young, in her 20s I would guess. And she was naked as the day she was born.bigger tits than me (bitch) and a totally shaved pussy that was running with water from the shower. Her head was thrown back so I didn't get a good look at her face.
That gave me all the stimulation I needed. So I started moaning too. I'm sure we had a little conversation through our breathing and moans, and I know for a fact we hit the sweet spot exactly at the same time.
I put my knickers back on and sorted myself out and went to the sinks to wash my hands. When her stall opened, there was a girl in a full burka who also washed her hands next to me. I saw the smile in her eyes, and I wondered about if this is how she has to get herself off.
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