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Red Eye

By: Bad Mischa Bad



I sighed as I waited patiently on the jet bridge. Two glorious weeks in Hawaii wasn't enough, but as this was a college graduation present from my parents, I couldn't complain. Hell, any time spent in Hawaii was heaven, but having to leave sucked. I had too much fun playing and fucking. I didn't want to go.

To make matters worse, I had to make a stopover in Dallas before going to LA because, in ways that only makes sense to the airlines, it worked out cheaper this way. I was not looking forward to an extra five hours air-travel time, which doubly sucked. Doing this all at night was pure torture.

Don't get me wrong, I'm an avid traveler. I've been on long flights before, but today, I wasn't feeling it. I was bummed I was leaving paradise, I didn't want to face finding a job as a recent graduate, I was not tired enough to sleep the whole way, and I was horny. Not a good combination when having to board a red-eye flight. 

It felt like eternity to inch my way onto the plane; people take forever boarding! I used my frequent flyer miles to upgrade myself to first class, roundtrip, which was a small comfort I was looking forward to, but I missed the preferred boarding because I needed a quick nicotine fix. This only served to irritate me more. I didn't want to leave, but if I had to, I wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible, and it most certainly wasn't progressing as well as I would like. I sighed again, and told myself to get a grip; otherwise I would make myself even more miserable the whole way home. 

Finally past the first class galley, I headed to my seat, 2H, and got comfortable. It was the bulkhead but I didn't mind. Plus, on long flights, there are three pilots instead of the usual two and the seat next to me, 2J, is reserved for one of them to rest. So, I would have this little corner all to myself for a good portion of the flight, and the rest of the time I wouldn't be disturbed by chatter because that pilot would be sleeping.

I took out a book and pretended to read as I watched people finish boarding and the flight attendants go through their pre-flight routine. I groaned as the head pilot informed us there was a storm right in the middle of the flight path, so we would be taking a detour. Greeaaattt.

After what seemed like hours, we had taken off. I checked my watch, but the damn thing must be broken, because it said it was only fifteen minutes after I boarded the plane. That can't be right, can it? Surely, we had been flying for at least an hour, right?

I was fiddling with the knobs and wasn't paying much attention as the seat belt sign went off and the extra pilot came by.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi," I replied absentmindedly. Taking the watch off completely, I turned it over in my heads as if I could magically look through the metal casing.

"I'm Mike," the pilot said.

"Yeah, First Officer Mike Carter," I answered, concluding that nothing was wrong with my watch, just my patience, and looked up at the guy next to me. And I was glad I did.

Wow. Talk about hot. Dark hair, blue eyes, good body from what I could see, and, after a quick scan, at least 6'2''. He had a rugged face that I found fascinating, and I flashed him a smile. Maybe this flight wouldn't be so bad after all.

"I'm surprised. I didn't think anyone actually paid any attention to what the captain says," Mike exclaimed, laughing. 

"Well, I make it a point to listen, in case something goes wrong and I survive the plane crash," I replied, laughing as well. "That way, I can tell the press right off who was flying the plane." I extended my hand to him. "I'm Mischa, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Mischa."

"Same goes."

And so we chatted as the flight attendants got our orders and served dinner. I couldn't help but be entertained, as Mike was absolutely charming. The flight attendants kept touching him and flirting, so I did, too, running my hand along his arm, smiling as he gripped my fingers and kissed the tips. I could feel my pussy getting wet and didn't know whether to curse Mike for making me hot in the middle of the flight, or jump him when the movie came on.

My thoughts began to run through the logistics of how it could be done. First class seats aren't as wide as they used to be. With the airlines getting rid of their DC-10s several years back and substituting them with the newer Boeing 767s for long distance travel, first class had definitely changed. There was a high middle console between each pair of seats, two reading lights attached to the headrest, phones and dials in the arm rests, and minimal privacy with people getting up and using the bathroom at any time and the flight attendants constantly coming by to check on you. 

With dismay, I realized there was no way we could do much more than talk, so I gave up the hope of cumming tonight. Resigned to that fact, I tried to comfort myself with the idea of a great solo session as soon as I got home, but it didn't help much.

As the movie came on, and more and more people shut off their lights and began to sleep, I reluctantly pulled back. I had absently been massaging Mike's hands as we talked, so I let his hand go.

"I suppose I should let you get some sleep," I whispered. 

"Actually, I'm off duty for the next week," he replied, sitting up straight in his seat, pushing his hand back into my grasp. "I don't need to sleep this flight. I'd like to keep talking with you, if you don't mind."

A smile lifted the corners of my mouth and I began to massage his hand again. Maybe there was a chance to relieve the mounting pressure I was feeling.

I leaned closer to him, purposely pushing my breast against his hand. 

"I'm not entirely sure I want to keep talking." I watched his face carefully as my thumb stroked his palm. I ran his hand over my nipple, and I could see his eyes widen slightly. 

"Oh?"

"Nope. I'm wondering if there is anyway to get closer," I whispered in his ear. I was surprised at my boldness but figured, hell, this is an opportunity I can't pass up, and I wasn't sure how much longer the flight was. 

Mike twisted a little, pushing the two reading lights in between the tiny gap between our seats to afford us a tiny measure of privacy from the couple behind us. He didn't need to bother; they, as well as the rest of the first class passengers, were fast asleep.

"Not here, unfortunately," he whispered back, glancing around. "Someone could wake up."

I tugged on his hand so he would lean over more, then slid it down my body and up under my long ruffled skirt. I pressed his fingers against my bare pussy, and rubbed myself against him. From his quick intake of air, I could tell he didn't miss that I wasn't wearing panties or that I was already wet.

"You sure?" I asked quietly. His tongue came out of his mouth and ran along his lips. Though his arm was at an awkward angle, he slipped one finger deep inside my depths. I knew he could feel my heat, and I knew he was affected by it, if the thick bulge in his lap was any indication. 

"Not here, but…" His voice trailed off as he removed his hand and stood, helping me rise, then guiding me into the galley. Only one flight attendant was there, cleaning up. Her head lifted as the curtain parted, and her artificial smile blossomed into a genuine one at the sight of Mike.

"Hey there, honey. You need something?"

"Hiya, Mary Jean. Where's everybody?" Mike grinned at her, then used his free hand to grip her ass and pull her close for a kiss. I held on to his other hand, unbelievably turned on by the sight.

"Mm. Rita's up front with the boys, and the rest are in the back eating. What are you guys up to?" She wiggled her eyebrows at us playfully. Mike didn't answer; he only smiled and gestured to a restroom that must be for the crew only, as it was in the short hallway to the cockpit.

"Will you need this for the next little while?" Mary Jean chuckled and shook her head.

"No, but go check with the captain first. The others won't be back for a while; otherwise, I'd ask if I could join you." Mary Jean pouted a little.

"Ah, well, that's up to Mischa," Mike replied, gesturing to me. I took a good look at Mary Jean. She was about my height, 5'7'' or so, with bright red hair and a curvy figure. I wouldn't mind giving her a taste, and grinned.

"The more the merrier. Maybe when someone comes back, you can join in?" I asked, and Mary Jean returned my smile. 

"Absolutely," she said as she began making sure the curtains were closed. "You two go ahead and I'll make sure no one disturbs you."

Mike thanked her and headed down the hallway. He lightly rapped his knuckles on the side of the wall before parting the curtain there. I got a glimpse of a blonde on her knees in front of one pilot, who was sitting not in the co-pilot's chair, but in a side one close to the door. I looked closer and realized she sucking his cock eagerly.

"Hey, does anyone need the bathroom for the next little while?" The flight attendant, who must be Rita, turned towards us, took me in, and grinned widely. 

"Not me. How about you, Jack?" she asked of her companion, who rested his head against the wall behind him and laughed softly.

"Don't be crazy, woman, I'm not going anywhere." Rita giggled and resumed her activities, and I pressed my legs together tightly. Who knew this was how the crew entertained themselves? 

"Captain?" Mike turned to the other fellow, who was still flying the plane. He glanced over his shoulder, smiled, and shook his head.

"I'm waiting for Rita."

"You'll have a long wait, as she's nowhere near done with me!" Jack replied good-naturedly. Rita sighed happily and looked at me.

"Don't you love having men fighting for your attention?" Rita asked. I didn't answer, too busy trying to figure out how hard it would be to become a flight attendant, when Mike stepped back and closed the curtain.

I turned to give him some room and noticed a cart blocking the way. Mike grinned, mumbled something about 'MJ being a peach', and opened the door to the small restroom. I looked at him questioningly as he left the door open.

"It's to prop open the door and give us some room in here," he said, answering my silent question. I slipped by, pausing to kiss him. His hands came up to my waist and he tugged me close, his hips rubbing against my belly. I could feel him throbbing through his pants and was acutely reminded of the throbbing between my own legs. 

Quickly, I pulled away, slipping my tank top over my head and setting it on the counter. My bra and skirt quickly followed, and I settled on the forward-facing toilet seat. Mike was stripping off his shirt, so I tackled his pants, licking every inch of exposed skin as I undid the zipper and pulled his pants and his underwear down his legs. 

Once that was completed, I was rewarded with the sight of a beautiful cock. Mike truly had an amazing body, but I didn't take my time looking at it; I couldn't. The sight of the co-pilot getting head and of our immediate surroundings gave me a sense of urgency. Anyone could come by, and with such a sexual crew, I was incredibly aroused. It had been a long time since I felt this frantic desire to fuck, and wasn't willing to waste another moment. I wanted him and I wanted him now.

My lips parted and I sucked him in deep. I was barely cognizant of his low groan as I expertly worked his cock in and out of my mouth, then down into my throat. Every inch of him felt wonderful against my tongue, in my mouth, and I savored the moment. I could feel his hands running through my hair, cupping the back of my head as his hips pushed forward. That only lasted a few minutes before he was gently guiding me off his dick.

"I'm too close," he whispered, grabbing hold of me and perching me on the sink. There wasn't too much room, and I briefly worried about falling off till Mike sat on the toilet and spread my legs, roughly holding my legs open. His eyes met mine as his tongue touched my clit for the first time, dragging across it repeatedly as I whimpered. 

"I've wanted to do this since I saw you sitting in the seat next to mine," he whispered, sliding two fingers into my wet opening. "You have the hottest little body. I'm definitely enjoying a taste of it."

There were mirrors all around, and it was so erotic to see all the different angles of our position. 

"You're enjoying it, too, aren't you, Mischa?" I was staring at my reflection. Oh, yeah, I was enjoying it. I met his gaze and half-laughed, half-moaned.

"God, yes." He sucked hard on my clit, his fingers fucking me rapidly, and my hips began to lift up off the counter as I started to cum. Moving quickly, he changed our positions again. This time, I was leaning over the small counter, my face close to the mirror, one foot on the floor, one on the toilet as he thrust into me from behind. My pussy was still contracting, and the feeling of his cock pushing into me only made me cum harder.

As he fucked me thoroughly, I realized I was going from orgasm to orgasm with little space between, each one a little bigger than the last. The sensations were amazing, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to go one much longer, as the pleasure was too great. Just then, I felt him force into me roughly one last time. The feeling of his cum filling me was so intense, of his body pressing against my back, that I came so hard, I swear I almost passed out. 

I could have stayed there forever, I think, but turned when Mary Jean appeared in the doorway and asked if Mike could fill in up front for a few minutes. He slowly lifted himself off of me, kissing my shoulder before stepping outside to dress. Mary Jean came in behind me and rubbed my neck lightly.

"Intense, isn't it?" she asked, smiling at me in the mirror.

"You could say that again. I've never done this before, but wow." I turned to face her. "If I could, I'd do it again." 

"Mm. Maybe you can," she whispered, her lips rubbing against mine, her hands stroking my still humming body. Mary Jean didn't give me much time to return her kiss; she dipped her head to capture a hard nipple, and sucked on it lightly. "There's only about an hour or so left, so we'll need to be quick, but let me help clean you up."

Her tongue shifted to my other nipple before she instructed me to sit back on the toilet seat. Twice in less than an hour, my legs were parted and a willing mouth began to suck and lick at my folds. Already sensitive, Mary Jean took care to lick up each drop of cum, cleaning off my thighs and slit. Gently, she parted me with her fingers and slipped her tongue into my opening, tasting the juices there. 

"You taste so good," she murmured, sitting on the floor in front of me as she continued her 'cleaning'.

"She does, doesn't she, MJ?" I was in sensory overload, biting down hard on my lips to keep from crying out. I only just registered the other voice as Mike's when he leaned down and kissed me. His tongue, though he had no way of knowing it, was mimicking Mary Jean's down below, sensually moving through my mouth as his hands played with my breasts, pinching my nipples, massaging them.

"You are so wet, honey," Mary Jean commented.

"I wish you could have felt her earlier, MJ. She didn't stop cumming on my dick."

Though I didn't think it was possible, the pressure was building once more. I was lost in the sensations this crew was giving me and finally just gave in and came again. Mike swallowed my moans, waiting till the trembling in my body eased. He gave me another light kiss and straightened. 

"I'm going to head back. Do you need help dressing?" 

"No, Mike," I grinned up at him. "I think I'll be okay." I pulled Mary Jean up and kissed her by way of a thank you. She, too, rose, stroked my body with a smile, and headed out to make preparations for landing. I managed to get to my feet, get dressed, and make it back to my seat in time to hear the captain say we were making our final descent. 

Passengers were slowly waking up, so I ripped an empty page out of my forgotten book and jotted down my number and address.

"If you're ever in Los Angeles, look me up," I said as I handed it to Mike. He looked it over, then slipped it into his front pocket. 

"Los Angeles, huh? What flight are you taking?" 

"The 6:54am flight this morning."

"Mind if I join you? I do have the next few days off." He smiled widely at me as the plane touched down, reaching out to hold my hand. I laughed, feeling much happier about this flight than I did when I got on.

"Not at all, Mike, not at all."

Red Eye



My name is Tracy. I'm just another young, lonely business woman in an okay job position traveling from place to place in search of happiness. That's what I make myself believe anyway. I'm really taking these midnight flights because I travel way too much as part of my job. Flying, I'd say, is okay. Kinda fun when you get used to it. But that doesn't change the fact that it's tiring. When you're alone, and you do these kind of things more or less by yourself, you start to wonder what exactly you're doing there, and sometimes it's a little disorienting, which makes it a bit boring. 

Well, whatever the case, all planes have their ups and downs. Sometimes I get to fly first class in a plane with movies, eating an in-flight lunch and honey roasted peanuts. Other times I have to fly in coach next to an engine, eating nothing but pretzels. I always try to make sure that I sit next to a window, because it isolates me a bit more from the tons of people on the plane, and if I have to sit next to the fat guy with a disease, I can just stare out of the window the whole time and not have to talk to anybody. 

This particular flight was at night. There weren't too many people on the plane. It was almost empty. Nonetheless, they sat me right at the back of the plane, in a seat that didn't even have a window. I tried to reseat myself but they just gave me crap about it. Being tired, I didn't care. I figured I'd just go to sleep anyway.

Sitting in my seat, waiting for everyone to get seated so we could take off and this flight could be over with, a tall woman walked all the way to the back to join me! Normally I'd have been rather miffed that someone was sitting next to me in a plane where there were almost no people whatsoever and they decide to pair us up. But this person looked like she'd be a good bit of company. It's not like I had a window to look out of anyway.

"Oh! Figured I'd be alone here. Hello."

"Hi."

She sat down in the middle seat next to me and put her carry-on in the isle seat. If this had been anyone else, I'd have felt cramped. But I felt more relaxed.

"I'm Miranda."

"Tracy." I said with a smile as I shook her hand delicately.

"Where you headed?"

"Home. Just got back from a business trip."

"Well, me too! Except more of a vacation than business trip."

This woman was taller than I was. But oh boy, was she handsome! She had dark brown hair in a neat hairstyle, a bun that drew strands of hair out in different spots, held together by chopsticks. Her tan business suit only added to the professional look, yet one made to seduce if I'd ever seen it. She took off her jacket for the plane ride though, so she was in a white long-sleeve shirt and dark gray dress skirt. I was in pretty much the same thing, except different colors of a different brand, but business attire nonetheless. A dark-blue long-sleeve shirt and a pitch-black dress skirt. Mine was longer too. But I kept my gray jacket on. What drew me to stare at Miranda though was the way her large breasts jutted out of her white shirt. Her shirt was a bit thin, too, so I could see the outlines of her black bra underneath. But, like anybody who stares at breasts, I had to look away and make it look not so obvious. It was a bit tough because she was looking at me and smiling so much, her big red pouting lips making her look all the more sexy. I forgot to put down the armrest when she sat down, so our bodies were touching in the small seats, making me able to see the smooth curves of her legs that she kept tightly together the way nicely-mannered girls would sit. It was actually a pleasant warm feeling.

We kept talking until we took off, then as we were in the air I thought I would get some sleep.

"Good night Tracy." She said with a smile. I smiled back at her before closing my eyes.

I never actually fell asleep, just sort of put myself into a daze. I became more and more relaxed. Then I began to feel waves of heat over me. My body was getting warmer. It was as if the sensual mood of the room had increased. I was in a state of content. I was in a state of love. And somehow I'd found myself leaning against Miranda's shoulder as I heard her purr against me. I opened my eyes and realized what I was doing. I was rubbing up against Miranda in my state of bliss! I slowly picked myself up, feeling just as warm as I did. Miranda was sitting in her seat, breathing heavily, lustfully, as I saw that her shirt was open and she was rubbing her large breasts through her lacey bra. Her hands eagerly stroked her large mounds and she was loving it. 

I rested my hand on her shoulder and startled her a small bit. Instead of jumping and gasping, she talked to me.

"Oh...*sigh* Sorry Tracy, I thought you were asleep." She looked downwards, covering her breasts by folding her arms. Though I could still see her bra, and her breasts were just being squeezed by her arms. Suddenly, I wanted to bury my face in those soft breasts of hers. 

She looked up at me, trying to conceal a smile. She looked down again, trying to look innocent. I think she was waiting for a response from me.

"So, what were you doing?" was the only thing I could think of in 5 seconds.

"Um, well, I thought you were sleeping...and you were leaning against me...and it felt really nice to feel another woman's warmth against me so I sort of-"

I knew I wanted this woman. My state of body and mind were telling me.

"You wanted a release." I said, smiling at her.

She giggled uncomfortably, her face beet red, and began to button up her shirt. I laid my hand on hers, and stopped her. I unbuttoned what she'd buttoned up, inched closer to her face, and licked her cheek, as I laid my hand upon her breast. I whispered into her ear.

"Let me help you."

Miranda went "Ah!" and sighed heavily as I kissed her cheek, then her neck. My hands grabbed the fullness of her breast and caressed the rough material of her bra, tracing my fingers around her nipple. My right hand massaged her neck and collar bone.

"Aahh...ahhh, Tracy! Ohhh Tracy!"

My right hand kneaded her right breast over her shoulder, and my left hand traced down her skin to her leg, giving her a large chill as my hands caressed her body. She put her arms around my head and kissed me deeply. Her eyes showed extreme desire and her tongue attacked my mouth. I got to feel her glossy lips against mine; it drove me mad. 

I rubbed her legs and eased my hands under her skirt, rubbing her inner legs. The heat down there was exquisite, and it made Miranda moan even more. I traced my fingernail across the edge of her soaking panties and she shuddered. I poked my finger through her panties at her pussy and she jumped. She grabbed my hand, broke our kiss and whispered to me, panting.

"Oh God do it to me Tracy. Fuck me with your fingers!"

My fingernails slid under her panties and felt her fine fur. My fingers found the lips of her swollen pussy and glided inside. The walls of her pussy were steaming hot and so soft. I began to pump my fingers in and out of her pussy, massaging her clitoris with my palm. She broke our kiss again because it was too much for her; she couldn't stifle her deep, sexy moans. Instead she wrapped her arms around me and thrust out her hips, trying to follow my rhythm. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh God; Oh God...Ahh!"

I licked her cheek and neck, rubbing her pussy and caressing her breast, sending her straight to bliss. 

"Oh...fuck me! Fuck me!"

I hooked my fingers in her pussy, pumped her harder, pumped her faster, pinched her clit, moved my hand under her bra and felt her naked breast with its nipple so hard. Miranda was sweating, panting, almost tearing up. How I would fuck her on a bed. She likes it; she's loving it; she's loving it a lot! She didn't have to be too quiet on this loud plane, but she was getting loud!

"Oh Tracy; Oh Tracy, Oh God Oh God Oh God OH GOOOOOD!"

She became overwhelmed and her hips shot out of the seat with my fingers still inside her. She grabbed my hand and the folds of her pussy squeezed tightly around me and thick hot girly cream poured out of her, filling her panties and spilling it onto the seat of the plane. The spasms seemed endless until she finally settled down and leaned against me, trying to calm down her breathing.

"ohhh, oh god...oh god, thank you..."

I kissed her head. "I really like you Miranda."

"Ohh and I love you Tracy!"

I simply sat there hugging her, until the stewardess told us it was time to land. Miranda got dressed and we buckled up. When we landed, Miranda wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to me.

"What's this?"

"It's my address. Come visit me, will you?"

"Holy moly this is a walk's distance from my house!"

"Oh my..."

"I wish I'd met you sooner."

"Me too. But better late than never, eh?"

I laughed. Miranda smooched me on the cheek, leaving a classic red lips mark. I left it there as the two of us walked side by side in the airport and to our cars, heading home.

I immediately headed to her house as soon as I saw her pull up, and we had lots of fun. 



Red Eye



First, a disclaimer. For those that have read my earlier efforts, this story is decidedly more pornographic and sexual. It still has some of my usual ENF/Wardrobe malfunction, style antics, but if you're averse to anything remotely hardcore, you might want to look at my earlier work. And for those of you who wished my stories got a little more sexually fulfilled, I hope you enjoy this work

RED EYE

Coach... and a red eye no less. That goddamn admin is as good as fired.

Brenda Sharpe wound her way through the sweaty mobs of tourists and yokels to the back of the plane. Her tailored business slacks and satin blouse stuck out among the t-shirts and sweatpants.

37C. At least it was an aisle seat. She wiggled her pilates-sculpted ass into the seat and checked her messages.

Brenda hoped in vain that her row would be empty, but the plane was far to crowded for that.

Sure enough, two young kids - they couldn't be older than 20 - came bounding down the aisle.

He looked fresh off the farm. Broad shoulders, with freckles and a ball cap.

She was a lithe, elfen blonde in tiny cutoffs and a baby tee.

As Brenda slithered out of her seat to let them pass, they boy gave her a discrete look over, but it was the girl that really drank her in. True, Brenda could fill a blouse very nicely, and this one was no exception. Her trim waist and toned hips complete the hourglass silhouette.

The young couple giggled, whispered and kissed throughout the takeoff. They couldn't keep their hands off each other.

When they reached cruising altitude, flight attendants distributed blankets and pillows, and then dimmed the cabin lights.

The lovers retreated under their own blanket. Brenda opted for one as well; those four glasses of wine she packed away at the airport bar were making her drowsy.

She put her seat back and snuggled up... the cabin was still and quiet. Except for the lovers going at it next to her.

What were they up to? Busy hands... the moist click of kisses. The rustle of fabric. A breathless moan and whimper...

Brenda peeked over at them. She could see the girl, her back facing Brenda. In fact, Brenda could see almost all of her back peeking from a gap in their blanket. Bare naked! Her tiny t-shirt was bumped up into her armpits, and she arched her back in pleasure.

He's sucking on her tits! Right her next to me! Unbelievable!

The girl shifted her hips, just a little. Brenda could see the girls ass clench and gyrate rhythmically...

Is her fingering her? Was that a wet squish I just heard? I think I can smell her pussy!

Brenda was scandalized. She wanted to be angry, but she found herself getting aroused instead. She pulled her blanket up to her chin and let her fingers wander over her blouse, brushing lighting over her nipples. Her nipples hardened in response.  

Brenda could just make out the slippery sounds. She imagined the young man's strong but nervous fingers exploring the soft folds of her tight little pussy, soaking her panties, her tiny shorts, even the airline seat.

Brenda's own tight little pussy was feeling neglected. She clenched her thighs and felt juice squeeze from her lips like an overripe fruit.

Her fingers found their way to the crotch of her designer slacks, tracing the seam with her fingernail. She toyed with the idea of unzipping her slacks so she could get a hand inside... but the zipper was in the back. Dammit!

What the hell am I doing? Trying to finger fuck myself next to a couple of horny teenagers? In coach no less?

Sure, she had masturbated on planes lots of times. Usually in the bathroom. Once or twice on an empty red eye. In first class. Not packed in with yokels and college kids.

Brenda threw the blanket off, unbuckled her seatbelt and made a beeline for the bathroom. She'd jill herself silly, and with any lucky, her horny neighbors would be finished and fast asleep.

She locked the door, unzipped her slacks and brusquely shucked them down to her ankles. Leaning back on the toilet, Brenda fingered her eager pussy through her panties. Thong panties, with lace trim. She loved to fuck herself through her panties, the lace teasing and rubbing her swollen vulva.

Brenda was a sopping mess. She drew the wetness up her panties like a wick, tracing out her excited clit. Her free hand unbuttoned her blouse and slipped inside her bra, squeezing her tender breast and nipple.

She imagined that farm boy playing with her tits. Big, calloused hands. Clumsy but eager to please, exploring her ample D cups. This is what a woman feels like. Not some waifish girl.

What would his cock look like? Some stiff corn-fed beast waiting to burst from his jeans. What would it taste like?

A loud knock at the door.

"Occupied, goddammit!" Brenda snapped. It was too late. She lost it. Just like that, a beautiful orgasm evaporated. She could try and reclaim it, but who knows who could be listening outside that door.

Brenda dried off her panties as best she could, redressed and recomposed herself. Her nipples were still at full attention, jutting out lewdly from her blouse. Much like her sexual frustration, there was not much she could do about that right now.

She opened the door. Her rude intruder was nowhere to be scene. Perhaps in the other lavatory.

It seemed the entire plane was fast asleep. Even the flight attendants were nowhere to be seen. As she walked back to her row, she only saw the guy's head - where was the girl?

When she got to her seat, Brenda realized immediately where the girl was - under the blanket.

A form that must have been her head bobbed slowly over the boy's crotch. She's sucking him off!

Brenda just stared a moment from the aisle, completely dumbstruck. She had the momentary urge to grab the blanket and yank it away. To reveal this sleazy little slut with a cock in her mouth to the entire plane... and to herself.

She checked that compulsion, and quietly slid into her seat. She drew her blanket up to her chin and leaned her seat back. Feigning sleep, she listened...

Beyond the white noise of the engines, she could hear it; the faint swish of saliva. The occasional slurp. The glistening crackle of wet lips and tongue.

Fuck, I can't take this anymore! Brenda's aching pussy was begging for attention. If these two little perverts could get away with blowjobs on a crowded flight, surely she could...

Brenda reached back a slowly drew down the zipper of her slacks. As coyly as possible, she tugged them over her hips and down her thighs.

The upholstery felt cold and rough against her naked ass. The exposed, vulnerable sensation was making her even wetter, as if the sound of young mouth sex mere inches away wasn't enough.

Brenda's fingers once again found her electrified pussy. She took her time, letting her fingers wander idly up and down the sopping slit. She tugged on her panties, pressing the lace into her yearning clit. Juices freely flowed down her ass crack and thighs.

The girl sat up. Brenda froze, still pretending to sleep.

Whispers... movement. The girl shuffled in her seat.

Then, the abrupt sound of ripping fabric! A gasp and a giggle. What was happening? Brenda didn't dare open her eyes. It was quiet. She strained to hear anything... the girl's breathing. Steady, excited and close. She was facing Brenda.

They were spooning... no. Not spooning. Fucking! He ripped her shorts open, and now he was fucking her from behind.

Brenda could hear the wet sliding of his cock in and out of her pussy, ever so slowly. He was fucking her as slow as possible, to not arouse suspicion. But it was arousing Brenda.

Steady and patient. In... schlick. Out... schlick.

Brenda plunged a quivering finger into her own hungry pussy, and matched tempo. So patient and disciplined for a young man. These kids may be young, but they were clearly experienced lovers.

Brenda stuffed another finger into herself. Her panties were beyond soaked, and the seat was growing damp. Even with the slow pace, she felt an orgasm building... building.

She could feel the girls hot panting breath on her shoulder, right through her blouse.

Brenda needed to peek, she needed to see this with her own eyes. These two beautiful young people fucking, right on top of her. She parted her eyelids--

The young blonde was staring right at her! This big brown eyes... those flushed red lips, parted in ecstasy... Brenda couldn't hold herself back any longer.

She came, hard and fast. She arched her back and bit her lip to choke back the cry. Hot juice sprayed from her quivering pussy.

There was a hand on her thigh, boldly sliding to her excited sex. The hand shoved her hand aside, and explored the tender swollen folds of her pussy.

Brenda writhed, her senses and body overloaded.

The young girl's other hand grabbed Brenda's blouse and yanked it open, buttons popping off. Anther rough pull, and Brenda's delicate bra broke, her fat tits tumbling free. Brenda was far too delirious to protest.

The young girl was merciless, licking, sucking and nibbling at Brenda's fervid nipple.

Any shame or reserve Brenda might have had boiled away. This willowy blonde and her young lover were the only people in her world.

Brenda reached between the girls wet, supple thighs. Her fingers found the young man's cock, patiently pumping into the girls tight, sopping pussy. Brenda teased the girl's clit, and her body tensed in response.

The young man's breathing and temp quickened. His cock sprang free from the dripping pussy, into Brenda open hand. She squeezed the stuff member, and by the second tug, it was spewing hot ropes of sticky cum up the sleeve of her blouse.

Desperate for satisfaction, the young girl guided Brenda's hand from the spent cock back to her pussy.

Brenda shoved three fingers deep into the heated snatch, strumming along the girl's G spot. Meanwhile her thumb worked that taut little clit.

Brenda's nipple fell from the girls open, shocked mouth. She twisted and panted in pleasure. Didn't know that little trick, did you?

The girl followed Brenda's lead, thrusting her fingers into Brenda's pussy. She leaned over and found Brenda's other tit, rolling her nipple gently in her teeth. Brenda reciprocated, grabbing a pert young tit and pinching its tender pink nipple.

Their strokes synchronized. Their sweaty bodies moving as one.

The young man watch them eagerly fuck each other's hands. The wet slopping sounds of their gushing pussies and their musky aromas filled the cabin.

Brenda was losing all composure, whimpering with pleasure. The blonde hushed her with a deep kiss, her tongue exploring Brenda's mouth. She could taste the saltiness of the young man's cock on her lips.

They came as one, their sweaty bodies shuddering in an orgasmic downpour. Brenda has never climaxed so hard in her life. It was like three orgasms, barraging her body and soul in relentless succession.

Brenda wasn't sure how long she laid there, weak and ravaged. Her bare tits on display from the top of her blanket. A strange woman's hand deep in her drenched vagina.

The cabin lights flickered on, and the PA chimed. The blonde pulled her hand away. Brenda's wits came crashing back; she was suddenly very aware that she had just fucked - and been fucked by - a total stranger in the packed cabin of a commercial jet. She was surrounded by scores of complete strangers, and they couldn't all have been asleep. Someone much have heard them, or seen them... or recorded them on their cell phones.

Flush with humiliation, Brenda tried to stuff her breasts back into her blouse. Her bra was ravaged, and the buttons were missing from her blouse. She had to clutch it closed with her hand just to contain her tits, and pointed nipples showed clearly through the fabric.

Although still hidden by her blanket, Brenda's slacks and panties had fallen to her ankles. The flight attendants would come through to check seatbelts. She slowly wiggled her pants up her calves, her panties rolling into a soggy knot.

Brenda could hear the flight attendant behind her, coming up the aisle. Over the knees now... this would go so much faster with tow hands, but if she released her blouse, her naked tits would spill out.

Just over the hips now. Brenda lifted her naked ass off the seat just for a moment-- and that's when the blonde struck.

The young girl shoved her hand - that nimble, talented hand - between Brenda's ass cheeks. Her crotch was so wet, it took almost no effort for the girl to slip the tip of her middle finger into Brenda's anus.

Brenda's reflex reaction was the worst possible one- she sat back down. The seat drove the blonde's finger deep into Brenda's virgin ass. Brenda was speechless and breathless--

"Seatbelt?"

The flight attendant loomed over her, a disapproving scowl at this sight of this perverted woman with no bra and her ass hanging out of her pants. God only knows what she had seen them do during the flight.

Brenda struggled to buckle her seat belt with one hand. Flustered with humiliation, she grabbed the seatbelt with her other hand and latched the buckle, but her naked tits tumbled out of her blouse.

The flight attendants scowl curdled into outright disgust.

"Ma'am, I am going to have to ask you to cover yourself. Your attire is... inappropriate."

Brenda scrambled to stuff her tits back into her blouse, crimson with embarrassment. Everyone saw that. Everyone heard the flight attendant's remark.

The little finger up her ass wagged, as if to say Shame shame! Brenda couldn't bring herself to try and remove that finger, or even look the young blonde in the eyes. Anal sex was a taboo she never had crossed, and now in her fevered pleasure, she was wondering why.

It was a rough, turbulent landing, and it forced- no, encouraged Brenda to bounce her naked ass on that naughty little finger.

Brenda's one hand cradled her tits, but the other was in her mouth. The one that had been in the blonde. Sucking on her fingers, tasting her subtle sweet flavor and the wetness that lingered between her fingers.

Brenda heard herself whispering "It's coming.. it's coming... oh God I think I'm--"

A thunderous orgasm erupted from the core of her being. She grinded her ass into the blonde's hand without shame or reserve.

The pilots applied the brakes, lurching Brenda forward in her seat. Once again she lost her grip on her round tits, and they spilled free. A loud, plaintiff moan escaped along with them.

The blonde's intruding finger slid free, and Brenda collapsed, exhausted. She closed her eyes, terrified to meet the gazes of every other passenger.

The taxi to the gate was mercifully short.

The moment the airplane stopped, Brenda unbuckled her belt and leaped from her seat. She wriggled and shoved her way past any passengers in her way. Even the pilot and copilot had emerged from the cockpit to witness her shameful exit.

All her focus was on containing her tits and escaping the aircraft. She had completely forgotten that the zipper on her slacks was still undone, and her naked, tormented ass was on display.

It wasn't until she hit the jetway that Brenda felt her slacks falling. With her panties rolled up on her thighs, there was nothing to hide her shaved pussy.

Brenda had no choice but to release her tits so she could hike up her slacks and zip up the fly. The passing businessmen from first class gawked at her shamelessly. She was far too humiliated to meet their gaze, and just hide her eyes under her fuck-tussled hair.

Brenda crammed her tingling breasts back into her blouse, and raced up the jetway. It wasn't until she got to the game that she realized-- shit! I forgot my carryon!

Her life was in that Louis Vuitton bag. Phone, laptop, car keys - and fresh clothes! Brenda couldn't get back on to the plane against the steady flow of passengers exiting. She would just have to wait until the aisles and jetway cleared.

She had no choice but to stand at the gate as her fellow passengers paraded past. Bra-less nipples jabbing at her semen-stained blouse. Wet panties, knotted up in the crotch of her equally-wet slacks. Some leered at her with perverse grins, others frowned disapprovingly, but they all knew. If they didn't actually see her get finger fucked by strangers, they certainly heard about it by now.

A gentle touch lifted her chin. It was the young blonde and her beau. She handed Brenda her Louis Vuitton with a smile. Brenda accepted it, speechless.

The young couple walked away. Brenda noticed the conspicuous bulge in the young man's jeans. And the young lady's cutoffs... the crotch had been torn open, turning them into a denim microskirt. Her ass cheeks peeked out, and two dripping wet tatters of denim dangled between her damp, flushed thighs. The pair walked off, blissful and unconcerned about their lewd appearance.

Brenda had an epiphany in that moment, and resolved to never let the petty whims of others stand between her and happiness. Those two kids realized joy and pleasure where all around them; all they had to do was simply open their hearts to it.

Those young kids did have something to teach her after all.



Red Eye



Cassie rushed out of the airport bathroom with flushed cheeks straightening her short skirt and tight hoodie as nonchalantly as she could, power walking to join Will in line just in time to board their red eye flight back home. She felt the stares of every passenger burning through her as they made their way to their seats in the middle of the plane, but told herself that her quarter-thigh skirt was more than adequate and even the most obvious double take was probably just nerves getting the best of her, and stuffed her panties further into her hoodie pocket.

She sat anxiously through takeoff in the window seat of their thankfully two seat row in the middle of the plane, and waited for the 'fasten seat belt' sign to turn off and the cabin lights to dim for the late night journey. She turned on the overhead reading light and unzipped her hoodie, making a show of arching her back to peal it off behind her, thrusting her braless chest up towards the halo above her, the light shining through the thin material of the extra small white tank top that clung to every curve and detail of her barely contained breasts.

Cassie reached down to place it in her carry-on bag and retrieve her book, twisting her body towards Will to make sure he had sufficient time to ogle her spilling cleavage before she returned to an upright and seated position without glancing at him once, playing it cool. She idly turned the pages at seemed like a natural interval, but didn't read a word, too preoccupied with the way Will was fidgeting in his seat and trying not to do the same. A flight attendant with a drink cart made her way to their seats. Cassie politely declined, but Will ordered himself a Coke which both he and the attendant almost fumbled into his lap. Cassie looked up at the two of them having a noticeably difficult time tearing their eyes away from her and quickly returned to intensely ignoring her book, slightly embarrassed, but incredibly turned on. 

After some time had passed she glanced to the seats across the aisle, everyone seemed to be asleep, perfect. She closed the book and asked Will to let her up to use the bathroom. Will stood and moved to the aisle, Cassie followed and once beside him turned and bent over to place her book on her seat, taking advantage of the limited space to grind her ass against the crotch of his visibly tightening pants. When he sat back down she bent over him again, cleavage at eye level, and asked him to get her a blanket and pillow if a flight attendant happened to pass by. Wide eyed he nodded, at that she turned her back to him and looking like she was taking a quick stretch with her hands on her hips, and lifted her skirt to reveal the bright red jewel of the plug she'd inserted before boarding shining between her bare cheeks.

In a flash she covered herself and hurried to the back of the plane, only taking a split second peek at Will's shocked face on her way, and locked the lavatory door behind her. For several minutes she shook with her face buried in her hands, half hyperventilating and half hysterically laughing, definitely grinning from ear to ear. When she'd regained her composure she lifted her skirt and admired the view of herself in the mirror. She'd worried that the cabin might be too dark for the jewel to shine like she'd hoped it would, but to her delight it sparkled brightly even in the low light.

She moved back to the seats with her skirt hiked up even higher than before and slowly stepped over Will's legs, flashing her pussy inches from his face on the way and immediately cocooned herself in the blanket waiting for her, curled in a tight ball facing the window, biding her time and letting his mind wander a bit. She slowly fingered herself in her cocoon acutely aware of all the strangers sleeping just a few feet away until her fingers grew slick and she decided Will had been tormented long enough. Turning to Will she placed a hand in his lap, traced the outline of his bulge with her fingers, and asked him to let her up one more time. He stood, futilely attempting to cover himself, she stood pretended to stumble into him landing her hand on his hard cock, gripped it firmly and kissed him in the middle of the aisle before making her way back down towards the tail of the plane. As she walked she tugged her skirt higher and higher until she stood paused outside the lavatory glancing at Will over her shoulder, naked from the waist down with the butt plug shining like a beacon before entering.

She stood in the tiny room with her back to the door with her hands against the wall, leaving as much room for Will as she could. Moments later he entered and locked the door behind him. She felt the cold steel of his belt buckle slap her ass followed by his cock snapping free from its denim prison. He slid into her dripping pussy easily and they began to grind their hips into each other, being careful not to make a sound beyond their light panting and labored breaths. Will gripped Cassie's hips and drove into her as best he could in the limited space, she thrust backwards meeting his pace, small claps reverberating through the chamber. 

Cassie soon felt her orgasm building. She reached back between them and pulled the plug out and dropped it in the metal sink with an irresponsible clang, and with a bit of careful maneuvering Will replaced it with his naturally lubricated cock and continued making passionate, risky love to her ass. She watched in the mirror next to them, steadying herself with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. She fingered and watched herself get fucked with nearly 100 strangers sleeping on the other side of a thin plastic barrier until her body exploded and she had to bite into her arm to muffle her screams.

When her orgasm subsided and she felt like her shaking knees would give out on her, she carefully guided Will out of her and turned to sit on the closed toilet seat. She leaned back in her seat and made quick work of him, both hands pumping his shaft tip to base, and soon he began to twitch and grunt and braced himself just as Cassie had a moment ago. She aimed his cock at her open mouth as best she could, but found the powerful jets of cum difficult to control and only a few met their target at the back of her throat while the rest streaked across her face and dripped down her body. When his spasms subsided and the last drop had fallen, Will took the cue to clean up and move back to the seats, chivalrously pocketing Cassie's butt plug on his way.

Next Cassie met the aftermath in her reflection. Bands of cum lined her face and hair, but mostly it pooled and dripped down her tank top leaving it totally transparent. She cleaned her face and smoothed down her skirt, and calmly made her way back to her seat past the throng of sleeping passengers, a little disappointed now that nobody was awake to witness her parading her near nakedness through the crowd. Before Will could stand Cassie straddled is lap, first leaning back for a moment so he could appreciate the fine work he'd done leaving her so exposed for anyone awake at this hour, and then pressed his face to hers, mind already wandering to their next adventure when they returned home in a few more hours, and hoping the next flight attendant would come by soon.



Red-Eye Cab Ride



I've just gotten off a red-eye flight for a business conference. Since the airport is some distance outside the city center, I've elected to get a cab directly to the conference rather than stop at my hotel. I figure I wouldn't be able to check in yet anyway, seeing as the breakfast hour isn't even over, let alone checkout time. The downside of this choice is that I had to fly overnight dressed for work, rather than in something comfortable like yoga pants. Consequently, I didn't get much sleep on the plane. I feel fried.

The cabbie loads my suitcase into the trunk. I ease into the back seat. I'm pleased it's a new model sedan; it lacks the odors of old gasoline and sweat one usually finds with airport hacks. The back seat is actually kind of comfortable, believe it or not. When the cabbie gets in behind the wheel, I ask him how long a trip into town we can expect. "Echhh. It's an hour without traffic. Now in the morning rush, it might be an hour and a half, an hour forty-five." 

I echo his "echhh." It's a long time, but not quite enough to nap my jet lag away. 

"Long flight?" he asks. I nod miserably. I'd bought a bottle of a fizzy caffeinated soft drink in the airport, but I don't want to drink it much before I get to my destination. I don't want the kick just now; better to wait to when it'll do me some good.

"I don't suppose you know any good remedies for jet lag, do you?" I ask, sighing. 

"Lots," he replies. 

I smile. "Any that can happen in an hour-long cab ride?" 

He chuckles a bit. After a moment of silence, an idea comes to him. "Foot massage!" 

"What, you're going to rub my feet for me and drive at the same time?" 

"Hah! No, you can do it. Just take your shoes off, put your feet up on the seat, and press into your soles."

Now, I like a good foot rub. But my boyfriend usually does the honors, while I'm relaxing with my eyes closed and a glass of wine. On the other hand, I have time to kill and nothing to lose. I slip off my heels and curl my legs up onto the bench seat. I take my stockinged right foot in hand and begin kneading the pad, curling my toes, and rubbing the arch. How do you like that! I can feel the improvement in my mood nearly immediately. "Oh, that's really good," I enthuse. 

"See? Toldja." 

After a bit, I happily swap feet, giving my left foot its due. The hem of my dress slides up my leg, revealing the tops of my thigh-high stockings, but I calculate it's too low for the driver to see. No need to adjust. 

As I work the foot, pleasant sensations wash over me. It's just as if I'm home with the wine and the boyfriend. I must have zoned out for a bit, because the next thing I know, one of my hands is inside my button-down dress caressing my bra-covered breast while the other still kneads my foot. The minute I'm aware, I glance to the rearview mirror to see if the driver has noticed. What I don't do, however, is move my hand. That might be problematic, but gosh, it feels so nice. The driver isn't looking at me at first, but before long, I catch him stealing glimpses. Rats. Now I have to decide whether to make myself presentable, or risk real embarrassment. I can feel myself blushing.

The heat in my cheeks has a surprising effect on me. Rather than shaming me into stopping my self-touch, I feel increasingly turned on. I can feel my nether parts swelling and moistening. It must be the muscle memory of all those foot rubs at home - they are, simply put, foreplay for us. My body is responding now as it does when I'm at home. I avert my eyes from the mirror and slowly unbutton the top of my dress.

The driver clears his throat. I pause, worried he wants me stop. Instead, he says deliberately, his voice thick, "I hear that massaging other body parts is also good against jet lag." Oh, right. Jet lag. That's what this is for. I meet his eyes in the rearview and continue the slow unbuttoning. Feet forgotten, both hands push aside the fabric to access my lace-covered mounds. I take the advice just given and begin a thorough massage of my tits. I rub and squeeze, I pinch my nipples, I lift and let fall. And I moan. Softly, but unmistakably. My bra has a front clasp, and I debate if that's a line I should cross. "Wow. That's beautiful", my cabbie says. Debate over. 

I wait until we've cleared a knot of other traffic, so he can safely split his attention between the road and my tits. I unclasp the latch and pull the cups aside. My hands continue their work on my now exposed flesh; I start to squirm. My tits are double-d cups, which means they are more than a handful for me. If I cover my areolae, there is still plenty of underboob, sideboob, and overboob completely uncovered. After a minute of kneading, I abandon the pretense of covering my nipples. They jut out stiff, pink, and proud. I circle them with my fingertips, pinching them lightly.

"Oh, god. Amazing," the cabbie breathes. "Sooo good." I watch him take a hand off the steering wheel and drop it into his lap. He navigates the traffic expertly, distracted as he clearly is. I notice he's also avoiding getting close to the highway truck traffic, which I take as a compliment. He doesn't want to share this view with other drivers. He wants me and my tits all to himself.

My pussy is now thoroughly wet. It's time to do something with it. A mischievous thought occurs to me. "I think I should massage something else now," I tease. His eyebrows shoot straight up. I pull up my legs and drop my knees, pulling up the bottom of my dress, spreading my thighs. "Can you see?" No answer, just a gulp and a nod. I'm wearing a pale pink thong, which is nearly invisible next to my pale pink skin. One index finger begins circling my slit, sliding back and forth through the creamy folds. I pull the thong aside and dip the naughty finger in. I hear a low whistle of admiration. I continue to writhe with the sensations. Another finger in, and my other hand leaves my breast to touch my clit. Oh, god, I'm completely lost to my arousal. I can't believe I'm masturbating here in a stranger's cab. 

A stray thought disturbs my reverie. "How much longer till we're there?" I ask weakly. 

"About a half-hour." Oh, good, I think. That's better. I settle in and get back to work. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the bottle of fizzy stuff I brought. An even naughtier idea forms. I pick up the plastic cylinder and slide it between my breasts, using my arms to crush them against it, as if it were the cock I wish it were. The driver begins urging me on. "Go on, give it a good titty fuck with those big ol' titties. That's right, oh, baby, you can do it." As I slide the bottle towards my lips, I part them and begin licking around the bottle cap. "Yeah, baby, that tastes good. Suck that dick." 

Now that it's wet, I bring the bottle down to my pussy. I slide the slender neck into my glistening hole. The ridges along the cap provide a delightful friction. I work it in and out, while my driver continues, "Yeah, stuff that dick in that pretty pussy. I bet that pussy's nice and tight. I buck in ecstasy. Another minute with the bottle in my cooch and my finger on my clit, and I pitch over the edge of a loud, clamoring orgasm. I must be crying out, but all I can hear is the driver: "Come on, baby, come for daddy. Come all over that big fat dick. Cream it up, honey."

My tits bounce wildly as I pitch and lurch. "Fuuuuuck. Oh, fucking shit, shit, shit, shit!" Finally, I withdraw the bottle, panting to catch my breath. My hand goes back to my tits and rubs them softly. My core is still pulsing; I can't move any other muscle, as wave after wave of orgasm aftershocks crash through me. After several minutes of listening to the driver coo at me, I replace my thong and begin to straighten up. I catch his eye and declare, "I think I'm over my jet lag now!" We share a truly dirty laugh.

We've arrived in the downtown area, and are about five minutes from the conference center. Now that we're off the highway, we have intersections to contend with. Much to my disappointment, I have to fasten my bra and button up my dress, lest I flash a city full of people. I slip my shoes back on, smooth out my hair, and check my makeup. At the entrance to the conference center, the driver retrieves my bag from the trunk. As I step out of the car, a thought occurs to me. "Did you come?" I ask him. "I couldn't see." 

"No, ma'am. I have to save that for later." 

"Oh, wow, gosh, well, that's probably safer anyhow." I nod my chin to the bottle, glistening and fragrant with my juices, that still sits on the back seat. "Maybe that'll help you out." We smile at one another, and as he hands my bag to me, I feel his hand brush my tits, pausing just briefly for a quick squeeze. Another shudder courses through me. 

"Here's my card," he says. "Call me when you need another ride." I slip the card into my bra. 

I just might do that.



Red-Eye Surprise



My name is Beth and, at the time this took place, I was one of those harried post-doctoral students you hear about, scrambling to get my career started. The previous two and a half days had gone like a whirlwind. Into San Francisco Sunday afternoon, then two days of conferences, my paper to present, conference dinners, workshops to schedule and now, on my way back home to New York. I had a 10:00 AM meeting on Wednesday with the head of my lab about the results of the trip and the follow-up research I'd be supervising while she was in Europe for three months. The paper I presented at the conference had created a little stir and I considered the trip a success. I hoped that my mentor would as well.

As I boarded the American Airlines jet for the 10:00 PM red eye back to JFK, I figured that with a little luck I could catch five or six hours of sleep. The good news was that this was a non-stop flight and, thanks to frequent flyer miles, I was booked into business class. I had made it to the airport early enough to change out of my business clothes, into a cotton, button-down-the side skirt, loose knit top and sandals. I looked forward to settling into my seat and dozing off. I was sorry to be leaving San Francisco so soon. I had never been there before and would have enjoyed seeing some of the city, but as a barely employed post-doc, I didn't think it would be smart to miss the boss's meeting!

I had an aisle seat on the left side of the plane. The boarding area had been pretty empty and I mentally crossed my fingers hoping that no one would claim the window seat next to me. Easing all five feet five inches and 110 pounds of me into the seat, I closed my eyes and actually had started to doze off, when I heard a soft voice say

"Excuse me, but I think I have the seat next to you."

I opened my eyes to see a beautiful girl, with peaches and cream skin, blonde shoulder length hair and a lovely figure looking down at me. I guessed her to be about 18 or 19. Dressed in a light blue skirt with buttons down the front, a pale yellow knit top and little white sandals, she looked good enough to eat. To top it off, she had pert little breasts (32B maybe) and, since her nipples seemed ready to poke right through the material of her top, I assumed she wasn't wearing a bra. The girl must have mistaken the surprise she read on my face for annoyance, because she blushed a little and said

"I know the plane is almost empty up here, but I really do hate to sit by myself. Do you mind?"

Of course I didn't and quickly made room for her to get by. She brushed my knees with her legs as she slid past me and I felt an electric shock shoot up my body. I watched her as she put her carry- ons under the seat and settled herself. She was beautiful, willowy. Now, I know that I'm pretty, but there are some (though probably only a few) men and women who don't find my dark eyes, dark hair, olive skin and obvious Italian heritage appealing. This girl, though, was something else: the perfect white chick. Everybody falls in love with a girl like this, including me; I got wet just watching her.

As she was getting settled, I introduced myself and asked her name. She said it was Elizabeth, but that she preferred Lizzie, mainly because it drove her mom crazy! She said that with an infectious, impish smile and we both laughed. We chatted for a while as the plane taxied and finally took off. I told her about the conference and a little about my research. Lizzie, in turn, told me that she had been visiting her dad (her parents had divorced years before.) He was a surgeon of some kind, who lived up in Marin County. She was heading back to Manhattan and her mom who taught at one of the law schools in the city. Lizzie teased me about all the things I had missed in San Francisco and the wine country by not having time to sightsee; I thanked her for rubbing salt in my wounds! I knew we were going to get along.

After about thirty minutes or so, the last three days started to catch up with me, and as attractive as I found Lizzie, the thought of some sleep was even more appealing. So, when one of the stews (Paulette, very cute) came by, I asked her for pillows and blankets for the two of us. When they appeared a couple of minutes later, I told Lizzie I was going to get a little rest. She said wanted to read for a while and asked if I minded having her reading light on. I told her nothing could keep me awake (found out later that was wrong!) and in a few minutes, I was out.

It seemed like I had only been asleep for a short time when something caused me to wake. Our little section of the plane was dark; Lizzie had turned out her reading light. I looked at my watch and saw that it was just past midnight; I had been asleep for about an hour. As I slowly came awake, I looked around trying to figure what had roused me. In the dim light, I could see that Lizzie was laying back in the V where her chair met the cabin wall. Her eyes were closed, but as I looked at her, I noticed that her breathing was a little labored and more rapid than it should have been. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed that her right leg was bent at the knee and pulled up onto her seat. I could see that her right hand was moving rhythmically under the blanket. Looking around, I noticed a lump of what looked like crumpled white cloth tucked against the bag under the seat in front of her. Looking back at Lizzie I suddenly realized that my traveling companion was masturbating! At 40,000 feet in a plane at least half full of strangers, she was diddling herself!

I could feel my nipples hardening under my bra and my pussy begin to moisten as the lips became swollen and started to open. Watching Lizzie's face intently, I waited for the first indication that she was about to cum. I noticed her left hand moving up beneath her knit top, rubbing the nipple of first one, then the other breast. Her breathing was still labored, but she didn't seem to be getting any closer to orgasm. I longed to lift the blanket, so I could watch her at play, but I was afraid to move even a muscle, and risk startling her.

After a couple more minutes (which seemed like hours), Lizzie's hands slowed and then went still; apparently she had decided that it was the wrong time or place and that she wouldn't be able to make herself cum. I'm still not sure where I got the nerve to do this to a perfect stranger, but I reached out my hand and put it on her right leg, which was pulled up on to the seat. Her eyes flew open at my touch, but she didn't seem alarmed, just a little startled. Stroking her leg through the blanket, I looked her in the eyes and said

"Sometimes, you just need a little help."

Taking her right hand out from under the covers and looking down, she brushed it lightly across the top of mine. Then her eyes came back up to mine and she said

"I'd love to have you help, that is, if that's what you want to do."

What I wanted to do, was kiss her on the lips and put my tongue in her mouth. I wanted to peel off her clothing and explore every part of that beautiful body with my fingers and my tongue, but....what I wanted and what I could get away with were two very different things! I'd have to settle for some gentle fingering. But it would do.

Lifting the arm that separated our two seats, I straightened up and had her lean back against me, so that the top of her head was just at my cheek. I spread the two blankets over our laps and whispering into her ear, I asked her to spread herself for me by putting her right leg on top of my left. Reaching down under the blanket, I undid the last two buttons on the front of her skirt and then ran my hand between her legs. Caressing her thighs lightly, I let my hand inch upward, until I felt the first strands of her pussy hair. Turning my hand, I cupped her mons and gently rubbed it, then parted her moist lips with my middle finger, pushing it a small way inside her. I was rewarded with a sharp intake of her breath and a soft moan. I turned my lips to her ear and whispered

"Do you like this, too?"

As I asked the question, I slid my left hand up under her top and gently began to circle her nipple, running my fingers across the top of the swollen aureole.

"Yes, oh, yes"

she sighed as I began to pinch the nipple and then cupped her entire breast. With my right hand I had been rubbing the lips of her pussy. Now I moved it up and started circling her clit with my index finger. Every few seconds, I ran my fingers back into her pussy to lubricate them so I could continue to play with her now swollen rosebud. Lizzie was squirming under my fingers, and her breathing was coming faster and faster.

"Yes, yes, oh yes, rub it, please rub it!"

she moaned. Her clit was fully erect and free of its sheath and begging for my full attention. Then I felt another set of fingers touch mine. Putting her hand over mine, Lizzie pushed my fingers down between her pussy lips, saying

"Here, put them inside me and fuck me with them, please."

Inserting first two, then three fingers between the lips of her pussy, I pushed them in as far as I could, and starting pumping them in and out. I heard her moan in satisfaction. In the meantime, she was circling her clit with her fingers and rubbing it; occasionally our hands bumped against each other as we both worked to bring her to climax. It felt deliciously naughty to be "doing her" together!

Lizzie was now thrusting her hips up at my fingers, as I tried to bury them deeper and deeper inside of her. Her breathing was shallow and rapid and I knew she was on the edge. My left hand pulled at her nipple; I rolled it between my fingers and squeezed it as she moaned. Suddenly, her whole body went stiff, and I could feel her muscle spasms as she started to climax.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes"

Lizzie just kept repeating those words and it seemed like she would cum and cum forever, but finally, her muscles relaxed and she let her weight fall back against me. My right hand was still gently rubbing her swollen pussy and my left was cupping her right breast. Turning her head towards me, she sat forward and then kissed me on the cheek.

"That was wonderful, Beth. I don't think you learned that just by practicing on yourself!"

She moved her leg off of mine and slid back into her own seat, curling her legs up under her and wrapping a blanket over her unbuttoned skirt. Laying the side of her head against the back of the seat she just looked at me and smiled.

"No" I answered her. "I love making love to other women and I've had a fair amount of practice."

Lizzie just smiled, and then said

"I can tell."

It had been a long time since I'd had an orgasm just from touching someone else (probably high school!) But Lizzie really had an effect on me. She looked so beautiful when she started to cum! I had felt the churning inside me come to a boil and, to my surprise, had my own mild climax. Now, looking at her laying back against the seat, with her legs curled up, I felt my pussy start to stir again. She looked gorgeous, I could have lost myself in her blue eyes.

Smiling, she said

"What are you thinking?"

"That it's a long time since I came just from touching someone else. You really got me going."

"Well, you stirred me up, too!" she laughed, adding

"I hadn't been with another person since I left Manhattan, but you were worth the wait."

I know I blushed, something I seldom do, and to change the subject I asked how old she had been when she first became aware of sex. Lizzie, said that she had been about three. I know my face registered surprise and probably some disbelief, because she said it was really true. She remembered her father tucking her into bed at night and after he left the room, she would take one of her stuffed animals and put it between her legs and go to sleep that way. Her mom and dad had split before she turned four, so......I was amazed.

Lizzie paused for a moment and I saw her hand move a little under blanket (stroking her pussy?) Then she said her first encounters with another person started when she was about five. Lizzie had a babysitter named Tracey, a high school girl, she really liked. She said Tracey would always play games with her, watch silly television shows and generally do things a five year old liked to do. The best things, though were the baths and the "tickle fights."

"She would go into the bathroom with me, and while the tub filled, she would help me undress and the get into the water. Tracey would wash me all over with a cloth, tickling me and making me giggle. Then, she would have me stand up and spread my legs a bit."

Lizzie paused a moment, and I saw her hand moving again under the blanket. I felt myself getting warm and, unbuttoning my skirt a little, slipped my right hand into my panties.

"Tracey would lather up her hand and starting rubbing my pussy. She called it my cunny. She made sure to run her fingers between the lips and spent maybe three or four minutes doing this. Of course, I couldn't cum, but I sure loved the way it felt!"

Lizzie said that after her baths, Tracey would dry her and help her on with a nightie (not pajamas.) She never put underpants on her. Then, they would go into Lizzie's bedroom, where at some point, Tracey started a tickle fight. The tickling covered all parts of Lizzie's body, but always came back to her pussy and especially her clitoris. She said Tracey called it her "rosebud." Occasionally, Tracey would let Lizzie tickle her through her panties or under her blouse.

Tracey had told Lizzie to keep the tickle fights their secret, or they might have to stop, so she'd never said anything to her mom. Tracey went off to college when Lizzie was eight, and Lizzie said that's when she started to masturbate.

"I didn't come, of course. In fact I didn't even get wet until I was about eleven, but I missed Tracey - the rubbing had gotten much more exciting as I got older - and I didn't want to go without."

I looked down and saw that Lizzie's hand was still doing it's gentle massage under the blanket. Meanwhile, my index finger was gently caressing my swollen pussy lips, and I felt a fire slowly starting to build inside of me. After a moment, Lizzie continued with her story.

"When I was almost eleven, I had an experience that really changed things for me. I woke up one night with a tummy ache and couldn't sleep. Though it was well past midnight, I went to my mom's room to see if she would rub my stomach for me, to ease the ache. As I got near her room, I saw her door, normally open, was all but closed, though her light was still on. Getting closer, I could hear what sounded like moaning."

"I knelt by the door and looked in and saw my mother laying nude on the bed. Her legs were bent and slightly spread and she was rubbing what looked like a pink tube, with a rounded end, over her pussy. I could hear it buzzing. Her other hand was pulling at the nipple of her left breast, rolling it between her fingers."

"As I watched, she stopped playing with her breast, and reached down by her side. Her hand came up with another pink tube, which she put between her legs and then pushed into her pussy. She started moving the second tube in and out, faster and faster, while holding the vibrator on her clitoris. I was fascinated; her butt was moving in circles, and at the same time, thrusting up to meet the dildo as she pushed it in. Her moaning got louder and louder, until finally she made one long sound. Her body went rigid and her legs shot straight out. I'll never forget how her toes actually curled!

"The spasms that shook her body finally subsided and, after a minute or two, she started to sit up. My stomach ache was gone and I thought I should get back to bed before she saw me at the door. As I hurried back to my room, I could feel a wetness between my legs and I thought I must have peed. But when I got in bed and started to touch myself, I just felt all slippery......making it much easier to play with myself."

Lizzie paused for a second, and looked at me (her hands was still moving under the blanket)

"I know that probably sounds sick, but I never wanted to do anything with my mom, I was just really fascinated by what I saw and heard. So fascinated that when she went on a business trip a couple of weeks later, I snuck into her room after the sitter was asleep and "borrowed" her toys. I couldn't get the dildo more than a couple inches into my pussy, but I had my first orgasm with the vibrator that weekend."

"Later, at a slumber party, I told several of my friends about the 'tubes' I had seen my mom use and they all said 'gross,' so I dropped the topic. Later, however, when the lights were off, my friend Laurie, curled up beside me and said her mom had the same things and she told me they were called vibrators and dildos. She said that her mom used them when her dad was out of town. She also said that sometimes her dad's sister, Tess, visited while he was gone and she and her mom used them together."

"That really got my heart pounding and I asked Laurie if she had ever tried what her mom and aunt had done. She said she hadn't but wanted to and invited me over to her house the following week. I didn't know it at the time, but I was about to be introduced to sex with other girls."

Lizzie paused here and closed her eyes. I could see that her hand was moving faster and faster under her blanket, and she had started to rock back and forth on her curled up legs, her heels pushing up into her pussy. My whole hand was under the elastic of my panties, by this time and my index and middle fingers were deep in my puss, while my thumb was circling my clit, faster and faster. I closed my eyes, too and as I felt the waves of a small orgasm wash over me, I heard Lizzie sight as she too reached climax. Slowly our breathing returned to normal and I finally opened my eyes to see Lizzie still curled up watching me, with a little smile on your face.

"You came pretty fast; I didn't even realize you were playing with yourself."

"Years of practice in unusual places, like dull PhD lectures." I told her.

Lizzie laughed and said that it sounded like there should be a story there. I told her there probably was, but I was more interested in what had happened with Laurie.

Turning herself in the seat so she could face me more directly, she resumed her story. It seems that Laurie had things pretty well planned out when Lizzie came home with her the following Monday. Before Lizzie knew it, she said both of them were undressed and laying next to each other on Laurie's bed. After some touching and lots of kissing, Laurie pulled her mother's vibrator and dildo out of her night stand and used them on Lizzie. Lizzie said she thought she was in heaven and had the second orgasm of her life as Laurie buzzed her clit and moved the dildo in and out of her pussy. When she returned the favor for Laurie she said she learned what a turn on it was to watch someone else cum! She had another orgasm just watching Laurie.

Laurie also taught Lizzie to make love without the toys. Scissoring her legs, she showed Lizzie how her mom and her Aunt Tess rubbed their pussies together and used their fingers to play with their clitties. Lizzie closed her eyes for a moment and then opening them, she smiled and said

"Those afternoons with Laurie were wonderful, everything was new and fresh; every orgasm was different and shiny. It was great."

Laurie and Lizzie stayed close through junior high and then Laurie's dad got transferred to Houston. Lizzie said by then she had become more than a little interested in boys, but losing Laurie was still a blow. She had made other girl friends into lovers, but none had been as close to her or as much fun as Laurie. I thought I saw a little tear in her eye - hard to tell, the cabin light was pretty dim, but I reached over and patted her on the leg.




Red-Eye Surprise



We were both quiet for a couple of minutes and then I told her that I really needed to use the lady's room to wash my hands, especially the right one. We both laughed and then Lizzie reached out and touched my leg. Looking up she said

"You've been very sweet and I would love to return the favor, but I'm not sure we could get away with it here again. Why don't I wait for about two minutes and then join you in the lavatory. You, can, uh, get ready for me."

I didn't need any coaxing. We agreed that when I heard two distinct knocks on the door, I would open it for Lizzie. Grabbing my handbag, I walked toward the restrooms. On the way, I passed Paulette, the stew who had brought us the blankets and pillows. She gave me a very, very bright smile and said

"Well, the two of you seem to be enjoying the flight! It's nice when you have someone who can come along on these long trips, isn't it"

I just smiled one of my own brightest smiles back and kept on going. I knew that Lizzie and I had been a little louder than we had intended but I didn't know we had alerted the stews. I wondered what she would think when Lizzie followed me back in another minute or so.

The lavatory was vacant and I went right in. Undoing the buttons on my skirt, I pulled my soaked panties down, stepped out of them, and stuffed them into my handbag.

Resisting the impulse to bury a couple of fingers in my pussy, I instead unbuttoned my blouse and then opened the front of my bra. My breasts aren't huge (34B's) but they're firm, with long nipples that get even longer when I'm aroused. And I was aroused! As I waited for Lizzie to knock I pinched and pulled at them, feeling the excitement growing inside of me. I again resisted the urge to fuck myself, preferring to wait for Lizzie to arrive.

I didn't have to wait very long. There were two sharp raps on the door and as I opened it, Lizzie slipped in. I sat on the sink, so she could get all the way inside. Taking her head in my hands, I pulled Lizzie's mouth to me and we kissed. I had been wanting to do that since I first saw her. Her breath was musky, as her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, doing a tango with my tongue. I felt her hands go to my breasts, as first she cupped them both in her hands and then started to lightly run the palms of her hands over the tips of my nipples. I felt them burn from her massage and get even harder.

We were still locked together in a kiss and I ran my hands through her hair, then down the side of her face. Her hair was silky and her skin soft, like a baby. Up close, Lizzie was even lovelier than I had realized.

Her right hand had traveled down from my breast, across my tummy, to a spot just above my clit. I felt Lizzie flatten her hand against me, as she pushed down, between my legs and then curled it slightly to cup me. My clitoris was erect and I could feel how swollen and open my pussy lips had become. Lizzie gently ran the flat of her hand across the edges of those lips and I felt my internal pressure starting to build. Flexing her index finger, she pushed it between my lips and began moving it up and down. Almost of their own volition, my hips started to rotate as I strained to push down on her hand.

Breaking our kiss, Lizzie bent over and took my right breast in her mouth. I felt her tongue flick my nipple, and then her teeth nip at it. At the same time, her thumb started rubbing my clit, as she penetrated me with her index and middle fingers. I felt, more than heard, a groan of pleasure escape my lips, as my head swivelled back in ecstasy. I ground my pussy into Lizzie's hand, willing her to push her fingers deeper and deeper inside of me. My breath was coming in great gasps and I knew I was making a lot of noise. I wouldn't have been surprised if the pilots up in the cockpit could hear me!

Lizzie was now on her knees, her tongue leaving a wet trail down my stomach as it moved toward my clit. I spread my legs as far as I could, as I felt her cheeks come in contact with my thighs. I felt the wetness of her tongue flicking my rigid clit, as I pushed my pelvis forward to meet her. It felt like Lizzie had her whole hand inside of my pussy, as she fucked me, faster and faster. Looking down, I could see her other hand busy underneath her own skirt.

My hands, almost of their own accord, were massaging my breasts and pulling at my nipples which felt like they were on fire. Lizzie's head was bobbing between my thighs as her tongue ran up and down over my clit and the top of my pussy lips. Those lips throbbed as her hand continued thrusting into me and I felt myself building toward a tremendous climax. Pulling my nipples straight out and pushing my pelvis into Lizzie's face, I felt myself go over the top, as wave after wave pleasure washed over my body.

Lizzie continued to lick my clit and finger my pussy until I saw her suddenly throw her head back and groan as her hand brought her to her own orgasm. For a moment the two of us just sat, letting the spasms subside, as our breath and heart rates returned to normal. Then, reaching down, I put my hands on Lizzie's face and gently pulled her up, so she would get to her feet. When she was standing, I looked at her, licked her cheek and then laughed

"Your face is a mess, it's all shiny and it tastes like pussy!" I said.

Still laughing, I put my arms around her and pulled her to me. She brought her face close and we kissed, a long, satisfying, "I am so glad to be here, with you" kind of kiss and just held each other. Then we started thinking about getting cleaned up!

A few paper towels and a couple minutes of brushing, buttoning and snapping later and we were both relatively presentable. Thank God nobody wears makeup any more!

Lizzie left first and I followed a couple minutes later. A few people seemed to be watching us, but no one took very much notice. As I approached my seat, however, I saw Paulette walking towards me. She stepped into a row of empty seats to let me by. As I passed, she put out her hand and pressed a card into mine, saying

"I like people who know their mind. I hope I get to see both of you again."

As I sat down, I looked at the card she had given me. It had her name and phone number and on the back she'd written

"Boys are good, but girls are even better. Call me, please. Paulette"

I showed Lizzie the card and she thought it held potential. Then, completely sated from the evening's escapades, we leaned against each other, pulled our blankets around us, and as we sped toward New York, finally fell sound asleep.