Brazilian Discovery Chapter 1

- Do you want a seat on the window side or the aisle, Miss?

- I don't care!

Joan walked past the control check point to the gate on her boarding pass. There were plenty of people travelling to Brazil today! Joan sat in the lounge, reading newspapers that were offered for free. Over the loud speaker, she heard her flight number being called for boarding. Quickly, she folded her newspaper, gathered her things, checked her make up in the mirror of her purse in a very womanly fashion. It had become progressively instinctive, just like scanning shops for interesting clothes or shoes, beauty parlours and such things. Then, Joan made her way down to the plane and then to her seat. There was a girl already sitting on the window seat. She was weeping and Joan felt instantly sorry for her. The third seat of the row was soon occupied by a smart man in business suit.

As she sat down, Joan's skirt rose high on her thigh. She didn't mind having it a little high, and she didn't care how much leg she was showing. She now loved to see men and women ogling her shapely legs, her round butt or her pert tits, and her heart jumped in her chest whenever she caught a woman leering at her! John had been irreproachably straight but Joan was much less sure of her position : she was still interested by girls but she enjoyed giving a hard on to men around her. If she had been really a girl, she would have been definitively bi. She loved teasing men, she had enjoyed giving an open mouth kiss to Mr Gupta but she couldn't imagine getting more intimate with a man, ANY man!

Joan turned toward her neighbour who was still weeping. Taking her most suave voice, she whispered to her ear :

- Hello, dear! May I ask you why you are weeping so loud? Have you lost someone in your family?

The girl lifted her eyes toward Joan, and her weeping was soon replaced by plaintive sobs. Joan wondered whether it was really an improvement! But the girl seemed ready to transform her distress into words...