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This little adventure took place one year after our marriage. It is our first experience, having a intimate moment in the air. We were going to visit her parents in Cape Town.

We boarded early, got myself comfortable and ordered a glass of red wine to help me drift off. The plane was a brand new A380 and business class seemed fairly empty. We were assigned one of the twin middle seats.

Veronica stood up to take a book from our hand luggage to read. Sexy and confident she even made the famously hot “Singapore Girl” hostesses look decidedly average. Things were looking up. She reached up to put her LV handbag into the luggage hold and as she bent forward I could see her small but perfect breasts straining against the tight white cotton of her blouse, her bra was visible but I sensed a hint of nipple pushing against the fabric too. As she slotted her bag in place I saw her passport fall to the floor, she tried to catch it but missed and spun round to retrieve it. As she bent over to pick it up her otherwise modest skirt hitched up and became an instant micro mini, revealing the tops of her jet-black stockings and the telltale clips of her suspenders. I admired the curve of her ass as her skirt stretched across it; I searched for signs of a panty-line and could see a lacy waistband but no line. Those stockings could only be matched with the sexiest of G-strings. I was already daydreaming as she found her passport and turned round to catch me blatantly admiring her ass. She readjusted her skirt as her eyes caught mine, she had clearly caught me but did not seem annoyed, and she stared at me with confidence and a challenging gleam in her eye.