Memorable trip on Emirates by Dhakar Meye

Jai … stud of my story.Jenny … the fast learning explorer

The following story was taken from a life experience when I was younger.I was energetic, full of ideas, and curious to explore everything; including forbidden items. I was especially excited about all my travels and was fortunate enough to have traveled to multiple countries in Europe and Asia. My parents would make plans for us to enjoy short trips to unique places almost every year. This gave me an opportunity to see other cultures, meet with people who have unique life styles and most importantly, appreciate what I already have – awesome parents who respect my whims and freedom to live a ‘normal’ life.

One of our exciting trips took us to India. My dad watched an ad on TV and decided that’s where we were gonna go for the next family vacation. He did his usual check on the internet – climate, cost of travel, living expense, and acceptance of English as an acceptable language. We have had a few surprises at places where, oh my god, not a word of English people would understand and it was so very difficult to explore and communicate. In any case, we hopped on the plane and our journey began with our usual one suitcase each and a backpack. We got to the LAX airport on time and managed to get seated on Emirates without a hitch. Travel experience has taught us to prepare for long flights. I usually have my iPad with books and music pre-downloaded for the long haul. The first few hours of our 22-hr flight was quite smooth. I ignored the stares and occasional intentional brushing of my arm by people who walked on the aisles. I always prefer to sit on aisle seat and my mom likes the window. My dad is usually stuck in the middle.

After some time, I realized there was this guy with really big eyes who kept on checking me out a bit more than other starers. He was wearing almost an afro. I measured him to be either of my age or maybe a year older. He wore a t-shirt and a jacket but with a heavy gold chain around his neck. While reading a book, I managed to steal a couple of quick peeks as well and I found him staring at me with particular interest at my feet. I felt a bit uncomfortable but did not want to let him know that I was aware of his stare. After a few minutes, I left my seat and headed for the toilet to check myself out and to relieve my bladder. Airplane toilets were probably made by geniuses cause they are able to fit everything but the shower in a tiny space. As soon as I locked the door, the light flickered bright and I started checking out my face. Hair looked a bit disheveled but ok. I don’t wear makeup but I do like mascara. My blue eyes looked as attractive as ever. My lips did not look dry but somehow I still licked it with my tongue to give it a wet softer look. Hmm.. I looked okay. The next step was to check out my clothes. I do not like to wear body tight clothes but the t-shirt I was wearing kinda sorta allowed my nipples to make tents due to the cooler cabin temperature. My mom got me on training bra a year before but I wasn’t wearing one that day due to the long flight. My jeans jacket was the most expensive gift I got for my birthday the month before and I thought it looked great on me although Tisha, my BFF, thought she looked better on it. Lastly, I looked at my feet. My nail polish was still looking bright on my super white feet. I couldn’t find a reason why they could be an object of someone’s stare but apparently they were. The afro wearing guy was surely staring at them. Okay, it was time for a quick release. I unbuttoned my jeans, pushed down my underwear and sat on the cold toilet seat. Oh what a relieve it was. And then, of all the weird things I had ever done in my life, I was about to repeat one of the weirdest things I have started doing since I turned 11. I slowly pushed my left hand down to touch the flow of my warm pee. I don’t know why but I feel wonderful touching my flow. I have touched Tisha’s flow too. She did not find it weird, as a matter of fact, we both touched each other’s flow many times and especially when we were at home. Other than my thumb, I let my other fingers feel the pee all the way up to the second knuckles. I sometimes use my thumb to touch my sensitive clit but I did not want to do that right now. No point of getting all excited without Tisha around me. A few minutes later, I thought I heard a slight push on the toilet door and thinking someone else may need to use it, I quickly finished my business, washed my fingers with soap, dried them and unlocked the door to get out. To my surprise, the afro wearing kid was standing right outside. I guess he too needed to release. I gave him a quick smile, said ‘excuse me’ and then sort of squeezed myself out of the place. He smiled back and got in and locked the door. I should have kept walking back to my seat but something made me pause. I looked around, it was quite dark with night lights on only. I then realized that the toilet opposite to mine was empty. If he wanted to, he could have used that instead of waiting for me to come out. I stepped back and for no apparent reason leaned towards the toilet door he was using. I didn’t hear anything. I waited. I only heard what sounded like heavy breathing. I stepped forward and poked my head further in to see if anyone was watching me. Coast was clear. Most people were sleeping or watching something on the screen in front of them. I stepped back and again tried to listen to what was going on in the toilet. Why wasn’t he peeing? Then I heard a little grunting sound or so I thought. More heavy breathing followed. I was not dumb. I could figure out that either he was trying to take a dump and having a hard time or was masterbating. I have never seen a guy masterbate in real life. They obviously have it easy. Grab the penis and slide your hand up and down. Do it for a few minutes and voila, you are done. We have it different. Application of the right amount of pressure and at the right location(s) matters big time. You have to do it right and not randomly rub around. Tisha and I have experimented and found our happy spots. We talked and envied about boys. They have everything easy. There was the grunt sound again and then it sounded like a very relaxed exhale. How loud was he I wondered cause locking the door also turns on an exhaust fan. I could hear him over all that sound. Wow. Then the famous blasting sound of the flush jolted me back to reality. I better not be around when he comes out. I softly treaded back to my seat and tried to look occupied with my iPad. I could hear him get out of the toilet and walk back towards his seat. As soon as he reached my seat area, he stopped. From the corner of my eye I could tell that he was reaching for something near the floor. He just happened to pick up my seat-belt buckle and slightly tapped on my shoulder. I looked up and he smiled and whispered that I should remain belted when seated. I appreciated and thanked him. I grabbed the buckle end and pulled out the other end from underneath me and clicked them locked. He then asked me what I was reading. I showed him my iPad and he immediately said he read the story but did not like it. I asked why cause it was liked by many of my classmates and it was about teenagers who are wanderers and explorers. The answer he gave me surprised the heck out of me. He said “…it’s a story which does not address the basic young people’s requirement… no sexual encounters!” Although we were whispering I still quickly checked if my parents heard what we were talking about. Nope, they are out cold. Dad wearing his Emirates blindfold and earplugs while mom rested her head on my dad’s shoulder and was sound asleep as well. Thank god! The afro wearing guy’s statement took the boredom out of the flight for me. I got interested and out of reflex, folded my feet underneath me to get a bit more comfortable. To my surprise, he said, “Oh, please don’t do that!”

“Don’t do what?” I asked.

“Don’t hide those toes. I just loved watching your toes. They are absolutely beautiful.”

I think I blushed. I never ever had anyone compliment me on my toes. Eyes, yes. Toes, no. He understood my unexpected smile and continued, “If you don’t mind, can you sit the way you were sitting before?”

I complied. Put my feet back but to my additional surprise, he just lowered himself to a floor sitting position and touched my toes. His feel was not uncomfortable but somehow I was feeling embarrassed. He then moved his index finger of his left hand slightly over my toes, feeling the smooth nailpolish and the tip of my toes. Ever so lightly but gently he pushed his fingertip between my big toe and the next one, giving me a tingly feeling all over. His warm hands on my cold feet felt awesome. I wanted him to keep holding my feet a bit longer but his next move took me by surprise again. He used his right hand to unhook the clip of my sandals and removed them completely. I took a second look at my parents thinking I might get spotted or my heartbeat, which is beating faster and louder at that point, might get heard. But thank god, no. They were totally out. The kid’s abrupt and bold moves were both surprising and comforting. I wanted him to surprise me more. I had no idea what was happening to me but I wanted more. Needless to mention I was impressed how bold he was. He did not once lift his head to check around if anyone was watching him or not. He just didn’t seem to care. Was he traveling alone? How could he? He was only a kid, a teenager. His light massaging of my feet was now transforming my heart’s beats from fast to slow to smooth and relaxing. I was getting more and more comfortable. He then looked straight at my eyes and introduced himself finally as “Jai Shetty.” He continued to explain that his last name was not spelled or pronounced “shitty” like many Americans tease him with. I smiled and admitted that I too was thinking on those lines but will try my best to pronouncing it the way it was supposed to be pronounced, with an “e.” I then introduced myself as Jenny, short for Jennifer. Awkwardly we shook hands, more like him grabbing and shaking the fingertips of my right hand. His immediately commented that my toes were softer than my fingertips followed with an explanation that it was probably because toes usually remain covered within socks whereas we use our hands to touch everything around us. It made sense to me so I just nodded my head in agreement. Jai continued to say that he was traveling to the same city we were headed out to but with his grandma. She was apparently the reason why he was traveling cause someone needed to accompany her back to her homeland. She was obviously sleeping at her location which was only a row in front of us but to the right.