She wriggled and then moaned again, but this time the moan wasn't the contented murmur of a sleeper but more animalistic, her body moved, squirmed and she let out a guttural sound, lustful. Her hand touched her face and then her neck, gently stroking her perfect skin. Her long eyelashes fluttered suggesting a dream like state. Her breathing was shaky - short intakes of breaths followed by tiny moans like she was trying to stop crying. Her hand gripped her neck, while the other slapped her thigh and clutched it tight.
I looked at the elderly German woman next to the girl. What should we do, wake her up and spoil her fun or leave her to it. The German woman avoided my gaze, too embarrassed for eye contact.
The girl was still gasping for air, letting out mini moans, a blush of red rushed up from her breasts, like a tide running over sand. Then she grabbed the arm rests, her legs tensed, her body lifted off the seat and she let out an almighty roar before collapsing back into her chair, her breathing still heavy gasping for breath before getting back to normal until she was purring like a cat again.