First Class Flight
Written by Tanzer

I like to travel. I meet new people, try new things and occasional experience something I never thought possible. This story is about such a trip and my experiences with a nice girl from Iowa.

I boarded the KLM plane in Minneapolis bound for Amsterdam. It's a nine and a half hour flight but I enjoy it anyway. I was happy that the travel agent had gotten not only my first class upgrade but also my favorite first class seat; it's in the upper deck in the very front of the plane. The first class seats are "Noah" style - two by two, and I got the aisle. To the left is the wall of the forward galley, so there's no one sitting there. Most people don't like it being the far up front, but for me it's always peaceful. Of course, it the plane noses into the ocean I'll be the first to die, but if that ever happens I probably won't realize it until much later. I found my seat, the flight attendant took my coat and brought me a seven and seven - my drink of choice. The plane was in the early stages of boarding and it would be another half hour before the pre-flight instructions began.

My seat mate was already there, drinking what looked like Champagne. She slugged a glass down quickly and asked the flight attendant for another. Looking at her I guessed she wasn't old enough to drink. "Hi, my name's Bill, what's yours?" I asked.

"Anne Marie," she said, sticking her hand out to shake mine. Her grasp was delicate, very effeminate.

I smiled and said, "How many of those have you had?" pointing to her glass.

She blushed and said, "Three." I could tell, already her eyes were a little glassy.

"Are you even old enough to drink yet?" I asked jokingly.

She glanced furtively around the plane and whispered, "No. I'm fifteen. But don't tell, okay? They think I'm older, I think." I smiled and nodded, knowing full well that on international flights, especially in first class, they really don't give a shit. I finished my drink and got another. Anne Marie did the same. Number four and we weren't even airborne. I just hoped she didn't get sick. I took a moment to look her over. She was short, about five feet or so. She had wonderful deep blue eyes and her mousy-brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had large, round glasses that accented her eyes. They weren't thick so she avoided the bug-eyed impression those type of glasses often give. Librarian. That's the word that popped into my head. She looked like a stereotypical, albeit very young, librarian. She had full lips and high cheekbones. She was the kind of girl that could be a model with a little makeup, which she apparently eschewed. I liked girls like that - pretty, but they haven't quite figured it out yet. Her white silk blouse clung tightly over her small breasts. I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra or not, although I suspected from her manner that she was. She wore a maroon colored, knee-length pleated skirt. It was riding up on one leg and I could see a portion of her slim thigh. Her legs were impossibly smooth and I suspected she had just shaved them.

The next round of drinks came and we started to talk. "So, where are you headed?" I asked.

"Amsterdam. I'm going to be, well, am, an exchange student. I'll be there for the whole school year."

"Ah, Amsterdam. I love that city. It has everything you want and probably a few things you don't. But it's a great city to hang out in," I said, then added in a stage whisper, "And they don't care if you drink!" Anne Marie giggled and took another sip of her drink. "I do a lot of work in that area, so if you have any questions I'd be happy to answer them. It's a long flight so we have plenty of time."

"Thanks," she responded enthusiastically, "I have a lot of questions that, well, aren't in books. Maybe you could help clear some things up for me!"

I said, "Anything you want to know about, just ask." The plane's engines started to rev a little louder and the flight attendant took our empty glasses - we were getting ready to take off. Anne Marie and I didn't speak until after the plane was in the air. I could tell she wasn't used to flying, and maybe a little frightened. As the plane headed up she leaned into me and I put my hand on her arm for comfort. She took my hand and held on tight, squeezing at each groan and moan that the plane would make. When the wheels went up I thought she might jump out of her seat; I just squeezed her hand and smiled in reassurance.

Once we leveled off, the flight attendant came back and we ordered another round of drinks. I cautioned Anne Marie about drinking too much and she got a soda instead of more Champagne. I looked behind us and saw that the two rows behind us were empty. The galley door was next to the seats two behind us so we had a whole lot of plane to ourselves. I showed Anne Marie how to work the seat-side TV sets and how to hook up her headphones if she wanted to listen to music or watch a movie. We listened to the cockpit channel for a few minutes and she liked that a lot. Then she took off her headphones and said, "Can I ask you some questions now?"

I nodded and replied, "Yeah, but why don't you tell me about yourself first, okay? I like to know who I'm sitting next to!"

She giggled again and nodded her head. Her ponytail bobbed up and down and her smile could light a room up. Man, was she a cutie!

"Well, I'm from Iowa. I'm going to Europe on an exchange program. The family I'm staying with is sending their daughter to live with my family so it's like a trade. I'll be a sophomore this year." She took a sip of her soda a spilled a little on her shirt. She just giggled. I could tell the Champagne was hitting her pretty hard. She continued talking. "So, anyway, I'll live over there for about seven months and I get full credit so when I return I'll still be a junior. The school I'm going to is an English-language school, but it's for the locals. I mean, it's not like a military thing or something. So I didn't need to learn a different language for that, but I'm still going to try. That's pretty cool, don't you think?" She looked up at me.

I nodded my head and said, "So, what questions do you have?" She started to talk, but then cut herself off. I could see the blood rush to her cheeks and knew that whatever was on her mind was embarrassing her. The flight attendant came by and this time Anne Marie got a drink and I ordered a soda. I didn't want to get too drunk and had a strange feeling that this little encounter might go somewhere. "Really, go ahead. There's no question that will shock me, guaranteed!"

She smiled, stiffened her shoulders in mock seriousness and said, "Okay then. I heard that sex is like, really big."

I waited for a follow up but none came. "Why, yes, it is. And it's fun. And they do it in Amsterdam too."

She started to laugh and said, "No, no, no. What I mean is that sex seems so natural and stuff. It's like no big deal yet it's really important too. I don't quite get that."

"Are you a virgin?" I asked. Anne Marie blushed and nodded her head. "I don't mean to embarrass you, really. It's just that unless you've done something before it's hard to explain. But either way, I can tell you what I know, fair enough?" She took a large sip of her drink and nodded. "Well, the deal is, sex isn't that big of an issue there. It's a natural part of life. Girls and to a lesser extent boys, are taught very young that age isn't what determines when you're ready, it's maturity. It's just like drinking - you see high school kids going to a café for a beer after school but it's no big deal. It's not like American kids who binge and toss cookies if they drink. To the kids in Europe it's just a natural activity and since it's not forbidden there's no reason to over do it. Sex is like that too. Girls are brought up to respect themselves first and foremost and to wait until they're ready. It's mostly a maturity thing - when a girl feels ready, she's encouraged to experiment. The culture has evolved so that an older guy is usually a girl's first. And an older woman is a boy's first. That way they aren't turned off by the fumbling - they get to learn with someone that knows what they are doing." I paused to take a sip of my drink and to assess Anne Marie's reaction. Her attention was focused on my lap and I looked down to see the blanket on my lap 'tenting' due to a huge erection I had developed. Just talking sex with this young thing had me going!

"So it's not weird for younger girls to have sex with older guys?" She asked.

"No, not at all. Like I said, it's encouraged so that the first experience is good," I replied.

Anne Marie paused to let this sink in. She was biting her lower lip and deep in thought. Then she asked, "Have you ever done it with a younger girl?" She wouldn't look at me and I knew the question embarrassed her, but hell, she asked.

"Yes, I have. Several times. American's are considered some what exotic over there. Well, not really, but it's different than a local. So a lot of times the opportunity is there for someone like me who enjoys being with a young woman. Like you." I added, hoping that she didn't start to yell and ask for a seat change.

Instead she smiled and looked down, "I'm not pretty though. I'm a dork."

I lifted her chin up so that she was looking in my eyes, "Anne Marie, I think that you are one of the prettiest girls I have ever met. You don't realize it yet, but you are a heart breaker. I have a feeling that one day you will emerge from your cocoon and the butterfly that appears will take on the world. You're obviously very smart, you have a great personality and, like I said, you are gorgeous." She smiled a sad smile, as if she liked what she heard but couldn't bring herself to believe it. She looked at me for a moment and then said, "Thanks." I nodded and let her chin go. I felt and electric shock run through my arm as my hand brushed her blouse and made contact with her breast. I think she felt it too, because she jumped slightly.

"So," she asked, "What kind of things do the girls do there? I mean, anything?"

I nodded again. "Yeah, pretty much. Most start with oral sex and move up from there. It's an easy entry to sex, they get to learn the body parts and well, it's fun."

"I've never done that before. I mean, I've never done anything before, except kiss," said Anne Marie.

"Don't worry," I said, "When you're ready it'll happen. Just don't rush into it. The most important thing is to do it with someone who will be caring and to make sure you are ready when you dive in."

She nodded her head and said, "I'm tired. I think I'll take a nap, if that doesn't bother you. Can I lean on your shoulder?" I nodded and lifted up the panel-rest between us. When it went up the two chairs became one big chair and Anne Marie scooted closer to me. I took the blanket on my lap and covered her too. She leaned in close and was asleep within minutes, her breathing deep and steady. I so wanted to grope this cute young lady, but being on a plane it probably wasn't a smart move. Instead I closed my eyes and joined her in slumber.

I woke slowly, my eyes stuck together due to a combination of alcohol and dry cabin air. I was groggy and having a hard time waking up. As I came closer to full consciousness I was aware of a strange, yet nice, tingling feeling in my crotch. Without opening my eyes I realized that it felt like someone was sucking my penis. My eyes flew open at the thought and I looked down to see Anne Marie's lips circling my cock. Realizing that I awoke, she looked up at me and said softly, "I hope you don't mind." I was dumb-struck. I didn't know exactly what to say and heard "no, not at all" come out of my mouth.

In an instant paranoia struck and I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone could see us. Anne Marie sat up, pulled the blanket over my undressed lap and pointed to a small mirror on the bulkhead wall. "Don't worry, I put my makeup mirror up there so I could see if anyone was coming. A flight attendant came once, so I just pretended to be asleep on your lap." She smiled at me, obviously proud of her ingenuity. I was too.

"How -. What I mean is when -. Oh, hell, I don't know what I mean. I'm surprised, I guess," I stammered, still not sure what to make of the situation.

"Well," she replied, "I said that I'd never done that before, not that I didn't know how."

"How-" I started to say.

"The library. It's amazing what you can find when you spend a lot of time there. I've read all about this, I've just never had the chance to try it." She sat back quickly and smiled at the flight attendant that approached with out meals. She set the trays down on the table extension that I pulled out of the wall. I always loved how spacious first class was.

"So, y'all are awake!" She said, setting our trays down. "On your honeymoon, are ya'?" The flight attendant asked in a thick southern drawl.

I started to speak but Anne Marie cut me off: "Why, yes we are. We were married just yesterday. We're going to Europe for a few weeks." Her delivery was smooth and I was impressed at her ability to fake it. She grabbed my arm and settled in close. The flight attendant smiled and told us to have fun. Anne Marie giggled as the attendant left and looked up at me.

"You are fantastic," I said. She blushed and looked down. "No, I mean it. That was pretty quick to think like that."

"Well, I've been awake a little longer than you have," she said, while rubbing my crotch over the blanket. My erection had not gone down since I woke up and her touch just made it grow larger. "So, you have to teach me more if I'm going to be a worldly woman in Amsterdam," said Anne Marie, still rubbing my crotch gently.

"Sure. No problem at all. But we're on a plane you know!"

"I know that silly. But I bet between the mirror, the big seats and your imagination we can figure something out," she said, finally removing her hand. She acted very casual and started to eat her meal. I joined her and enjoyed my steak immensely. Anne Marie and I chatted about nothing in particular. It was a wonderful dining experience and her intellect made me appreciate this young lady even more. I didn't much care for teenagers, but Anne Marie definitely wasn't really one of "them."

We finished our meals and the trays were removed shortly after that. I got a cognac and Anne Marie a fuzzy navel for our after dinner drinks. We sipped them slowly and spent most of the time just looking at one another. I felt as if she was waiting for me to make a move, but I didn't want to scare her off. When we finished our drinks Anne Marie excused herself and went to the restroom.

When she returned she settled in close to me and I put my left arm around her shoulders. She pulled the blanket over both our laps and nuzzled my neck. I kissed the top of her head gently and then felt her hand reach back down and take my cock. She stroked it gently, rubbing the head with her thumb. I was over the edge - the alcohol, the girl, the chance - I wasn't going to hold back now. I reached over and pulled the blanket up to her neck, tucking it behind her shoulder so it would stay. After glancing at the mirror and determining that we wouldn't be getting company, I reached under the blanket and rubber her breast over her shirt. She had firm breasts that I could cover with one hand. At my touch I could feel her nipples harden and I realized that she didn't have a bra on. I looked at her questionably and she whispered, "I took my undies off when I went to the bathroom. I thought that might make it easier for you." I smiled and nodded and started to unbutton her blouse. I reached under her blouse and she started as I touched her bare breast. I rolled the nipple in my fingers and she closed her eyes and started to breathe deeply. Glancing up at the mirror, I saw the flight attendant approach and I froze. I whispered to Anne Marie, "pretend like you're sleeping!" She complied and I put a finger up to my lips as the flight attendant came beside me. She nodded and leaned down close to my ear, "Just let me know if y'all need anything. I'll leave you two love-birds alone." I nodded and mouthed, "thanks" and she left.

Anne Marie was giggling softly and said, "Hey, you're pretty good at faking it too!"

I pinched her nipple playfully and she let out a small squeal. Then she started to stroke my cock again, a little faster now. I leaned over and put my head under the blanket. Parting the blouse with one hand I took her rock-hard nipple into my mouth and started to suck on it. I heard Anne Marie say, "feels good" so I continued swirling my tongue around her areola and nipple. She was breathing very hard now and I decided to take it a step further. I pulled my head up and then put a hand on her thigh. I started to ease my hand toward her crotch and said softly, "You okay with this?" With her eyes still closed she nodded. I moved my hand slowly up her thigh until I had reached the soft folds of her pussy. I felt above first, and was excited that she had very little pubic hair. Then I rubbed the outer lips of her vagina and Anne Marie inhaled very quickly. Slowly I probed with one finger, barely inserting it into her slit. Anne Marie shifted slightly, bringing her knees up. This gave me even better access to her hole and encouraged me. I inserted my finger until it was up to the large knuckle. I could feel her hymen pressing against my finger, causing resistance to further penetration.

"Do you want me to go deeper?" I asked. Anne Marie nodded. "I'm going to have to break your hymen, it might hurt a little."

Anne Marie nodded again and said, "I know. It's okay, go ahead and do it."

I kissed her forehead and she tilted her head up. Our lips connected and as we started to kiss I pushed my finger in all the way, breaking her cherry. She let out a small grunt as her cherry broke and then kissed me hard. Our tongues intertwined and she shoved hers into my mouth deeply. I returned the passion and started to slide my finger rapidly. Her breathing became rapid and she pulled her head back to suck in more air. She never opened her eyes, but I could tell by her moans and expression that I was bringing her to her first orgasm. She let out a small squeal and arched her back as the moment arrived. As she relaxed I slowed my finger's pace and then rubbed her tiny clitoris. She jumped as I touched it and then moaned in delight. "God that was great," she said softly. "I have so much to learn, don't I?"