3 comments/ 21829 views/ 9 favorites Two Tickets To Paradise By: JukeboxEMCSA Shelley almost never won anything. She just wasn't the lucky sort. When she called the radio station, she was always either their ninth or eleventh caller. Sixteen years of always playing her lottery numbers had yielded a net loss of six hundred dollars. She couldn't even win at church Bingo night. So it was with a sensation of mild shock that she found herself boarding Northeast Airlines Flight 122, destination Maui, alongside her best friend, Clara. The tickets had come in the mail, part of a special promotion run between the airline and her credit card company; apparently, every time she'd charged anything in the month of January, she'd been entered into the contest. "Who knew that those shopping sprees would pay off?" she'd giggled to Clara when she'd asked her to come along. She was just glad she'd convinced Karyn, their boss, to give them both vacation at once; she'd hate to have that second ticket go to waste. They handed their boarding passes to the stewardess (Shelley knew they called them 'flight attendants' nowadays, but she hadn't flown since she was a kid), and walked down the ramp straight into first class. First class! She'd never flown first class, not ever. This was such an ultra-modern plane, too. It had a little TV screen set right into the back of the seat in front of her, so she could watch movies during the flight. "They have 'Enchanted'!" she squealed to Clara. "That movie went out of theaters way too quickly, if you ask me." "It's like that with every movie these days," Clara grumbled. "They just want to get them all to DVD in a hurry. Or to this thing." She tapped the credit card reader at the side of the screen. "Just a scam to get your money, that's all it is. I'll stick with this, thank you very much." She pulled out a battered paperback romance novel from her purse. "Oh, you and those romance novels!" Shelley said. "Honestly, I'll never know what you see in those!" She chuckled inwardly at the thought of the other first-class passengers listening to their conversation. All these businessmen and jet-setters, and they were stuck listening to two forty-year old women bickering like an old married couple. "They're sweet," Clara said, defensively but without any real heat to it. The two of them knew each other's foibles by now. "'Sweet'," Shelley snorted as people continued to file by them, stowing bags and buckling seat belts. "Porn for housewives, that's all they are! Give me a good game show any day." "They've probably got those on there too," Clara said, gesturing dismissively at the screen. "Anything to separate you from your cash." Shelley giggled. "Maybe if I swipe my card through there I can win another trip! We can travel the globe, earning a new vacation everywhere we go." Clara chuckled at the thought as the last of the passengers trickled on board. "I don't think we make enough money to go on that many free vacations." ***** Once they were in the air, the stewardess came around. Shelley wasn't one to judge, but she seemed like exactly the sort of girl who would become a stewardess--a blonde, of course (assuming you counted "bottled blondes" as blondes), thin, with big breasts and a faintly confused look in her eyes, like she couldn't remember exactly what she was doing or why. Not that Shelley was jealous of the girl's looks. She was perhaps a little wider in the hips, and her boobs might not be so impressive, but she'd trade a few chocolates for looks like that any day. She was a brunette, thank you very much, and proud of it. Of course, Clara always said blondes had more fun, but Shelley didn't think those romance novels cared what color her hair was. "Would you like a pair of headphones?" the stewardess said in a polite, distant voice. "You'll be pleased to know that as a special promotion on this flight, the headphones and the television viewing are complimentary." Shelley beamed at the girl. "Why, thank you!" she said. "I'll take one, and Clara here--" "I'm fine with my book, thanks," Clara said, putting on her reading glasses. "But they're complimentary, ma'am," the stewardess said in a perplexed tone as she handed Shelley her set. "Yes, dear, but that doesn't mean they're mandatory, does it?" The stewardess blinked once, twice, three times. It looked like Clara's comment had broken her brain. Finally, she said, "I'll ask again later," and moved further down the cabin. Shelley put her headset on and plugged it into the screen. The miniature television set lit up, but instead of a recognizable picture, it just fuzzed into blurry colors. At the same time, a throbbing noise played into her ears. Just her luck to get one that was broken. She pressed the button to signal for the stewardess again, although she frankly didn't know what the girl could do. Shelley thought about reaching up to fiddle with the channel buttons to see if she could find one that wasn't showing static, but suddenly that seemed like an awful long way to move her arm. It seemed like all of the excitement of the trip suddenly turned into a crashing wave of exhaustion that sent her sinking into the soft cushions of the first-class seat. Let the stewardess change the channel when she got here, Shelley thought. She was just going to sit there, relax, and let other people do the work for a change. She was on vacation, wasn't she? After what felt like hours of staring vacantly at the shifting patterns of color, the stewardess finally arrived. "Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" she asked. Shelley heard her voice clearly, but the throbbing noise in her ears made the question seem distant, vague, unimportant. "No," she said, hearing the relaxed tone in her voice. "Everything's...fine." She distantly realized that the lethargy she felt was too intense to be explained away by simple travel stress, but the same sensations that made her apathetic about everything else made her equally apathetic about her own apathy. "And you, ma'am?" the stewardess said, addressing Clara. "Would you like a pair of headphones? They're complimentary." Shelley heard the throbbing in her own ears, and thought about trying to tell Clara not to put on any headphones, even thought about asking her to take Shelley's off. But that just seemed too much like work, and so she just relaxed bonelessly into her seat as Clara looked briefly up from her book and said pointedly, "No thank you." Shelley was happy to hear that Clara, at least, would be keeping her wits about her. "I'll ask again later," the stewardess said, heading back down the aisles. Without the stewardess to distract her, Shelley found her eyes drawn back to the shifting pattern of colors on the screen. She wondered what was happening to her. She could still think freely, she realized, but it felt like the soothing colors and the warm, throbbing sounds in her ears were sedating her, wrapping her brain in a blanket of cotton wool and making her docile and pliant and relaxed. She wished Clara would pay just a little more attention to something besides her romance novel for a moment, and perhaps notice that the show her friend was watching didn't have any characters or dialogue. But then again, if Clara looked at the screen for too long, maybe she'd get lost in those colors too. Shelley struggled to remember why that would be bad. The stewardess returned, this time as part of a pair. The other girl was a redhead instead of a blonde, and tended more towards the willowy, but she had that same dazed expression in her eyes. Shelley knew it wasn't natural--it wasn't even the sort of placid look she was giving back to them--but she just couldn't summon up the effort to wonder what was going on. She just watched, half an eye on the women and half an eye still gazing vacantly into the screen. "Would you like a pair of headphones?" they said in unison to Clara. Clara looked up from her book and said, quite sharply, "No thank you!" "They are complimentary," the redhead said. "I'm not interested!" The blonde reached out and unbuckled Shelley's seat belt, then helped her to her feet. Shelley noted that she didn't seem to have any trouble moving when directed to do so; it was just summoning up any sense of initiative that seemed to be gone. She let herself be moved out into the aisle, the headphones still connecting her to the screen like an umbilicus, as the redhead moved into the space Shelley had vacated in order to stand directly next to Clara. "You might not understand, ma'am," she said. "These are entirely complimentary." Clara set her book down on her lap and glared at the woman. "I know what 'complimentary' means, thank you very much! Perhaps--" Shelley couldn't quite see what was happening, not from the angle she stood at, but the redhead raised her skirt, and Clara stopped in mid-sentence, her face suddenly pale as chalk. She drew in breath to scream, but the stewardess simultaneously clapped a hand to Clara's mouth and straddled her crotch, the skirt spread out over their laps as the stewardess slowly ground her hips into Clara's. Shelley wished she could do something, but at the same time, she felt detached from the event. It was like she was watching a stranger, not her best friend as Clara's expression slowly went slack, vacant, and dazed. The stewardess just kept whispering, "That's right," while rocking back and forth on Clara's lap and stroking Clara's cheek with the hand that wasn't holding her mouth shut. After a few moments, she took her hand away from Clara's mouth. Clara didn't scream. She didn't even speak. She just sat there, a trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth, moaning very softly. "That's right," the stewardess whispered. "Soon, you will have one of your own. She will always be with you." The words made no sense to Shelley, but she couldn't make that matter to her any more than anything else. "But for now, you need to be made ready." The blonde handed her a pair of headphones, and she slipped them onto Clara's ears with no protest at all. The blonde plugged them into the screen, and the redhead gently disentangled herself from Clara's motionless form. Clara mewled softly as the two of them separated, her eyes losing that dazed expression just a little, but they remained all too glassy as the screen captured her attention. Part of Shelley started to panic, then, but it wasn't a part that could break through the enforced calm the headphones induced. The blonde gently pressed Shelley back into her seat, and she slumped into it as her eyes locked onto the colors once more. As her eyes moved from Clara to the shifting, swirling display in front of her, she noticed that her friend's fly had been unzipped, and her belt undone, and that the front of her jeans was now drenched in fluid. Something struck her as incongruous about that, but the screen kept her from looking back to study Clara, kept her from thinking back to remember exactly what the stewardess had done. The effect just kept intensifying, stretching time out into a mindless eternity of throbbing noise and strobing colors. It got harder and harder to care about Clara. It got harder and harder to care about Shelley. Her endless reverie was briefly interrupted when a man burst out of the cockpit. He staggered forward to the front row of seats, tried to shake the people sitting and watching their screens, but got no response. He moved down to her seat, and Shelley managed to shake off the spell just enough to make eye contact with him. Even that, now, seemed like a Herculean effort. "Please," he whispered, "please wake up, you have to help me! The pilot's gone nuts, he's changed our course, he said something about 'the colors showing him where to go'. I tried to take the controls away from him, but he wouldn't let me! You have to help! You have to do something!" Shelley looked at him, trying to parse the concept through a thick wall of mental fog. Eventually, she reached out a leaden arm and pressed the button to summon the stewardess. It didn't take long at all for the blonde stewardess to arrive. She walked up the aisle, heading implacably towards the co-pilot as he backed away. "Jenny," he said, "what's wrong with you? What's wrong with all of you people? For God's sake, snap out of it!" Jenny walked up past Shelley's seat, and as she drew closer to the co-pilot, she raised her skirt just as the other girl had. The co-pilot, though, did manage to scream. He screamed a long, girlish scream that none of the passengers reacted to in the slightest, and fell backwards in his haste to get away. Shelley managed to lean just a little to the side, just enough to see out into the aisle as Jenny flung herself onto the man, straddling his face with her crotch. She heard him scream again, but this time it was muffled, and after a few moments it trailed off into a gurgling noise, then into nothing. As his screams subsided, his flailing and kicking struggles also relaxed into stillness. Jenny stood up, and the co-pilot lay unmoving on the floor. Shelley could see a large red welt on the side of his neck. Jenny turned and headed back to Shelley's seat. "Thank you, ma'am," she said, gently adjusting Shelley so that she was directly in line with the screen once more. "You did the right thing. I'm afraid it's Bill's first time on this route. He hasn't been told what to do." Shelley sank back into the soft colors, barely even noticing as Jenny took Bill's ankles and dragged him back into coach. ***** Subjectively, it felt like an eternity before they landed, but Shelley recognized on some level that they hadn't flown nearly far enough to go from Milwaukee to Hawaii. She couldn't look out the window, though. Her eyes were locked onto the screen, and she had moved beyond the mere lethargy of the beginning of the flight to a total passivity. When the screen finally flickered off, she simply sat there, waiting for commands. They were not long in coming. "Everyone, please disembark the plane," the redheaded stewardess said. Shelley felt her hands lift the headphones off, seemingly of their own volition, and her legs seemed to stand and march her out of the airplane and down the steps without any conscious effort on her part. Clara's pants had fallen down when she stood up, but her only reaction was to step out of them and keep moving. Soon, they stood with the other passengers on little more than a patch of cleared ground, miles from any sort of civilization. A small pond a dozen yards away was the only landmark. A small crowd of perhaps twenty or so people awaited them. Shelley saw the blonde stewardess walk by, carrying the co-pilot's limp body with surprising strength. She headed towards the pond with him and set him down, then started undoing his pants. Before she could see what happened next, Shelley was guided to one of the people in the crowd. She wasn't surprised at all to see the same dazed, blissful expression on his face that she'd seen on the stewardesses. "Hello," he said. "What's your name?" "Shelley," she said, listening to her own voice as if she was an eavesdropper. "Shelley Lazlo." "Alright, Shelley, I'm just going to ask you a couple of questions. First, is there anyone who would notice if you didn't come back from this trip? Friends, family, co-workers, that sort of thing?" "Yes," Shelley said, thankful that it was true. She knew in her heart that she couldn't lie right now. "My boss would wonder what had happened to me, and so would my whole office. And the man next door is sitting for my cats. He knows when I'm supposed to be back." "Alright," said the man, nodding. "That's just fine. And second, during the trip or when you get back from the trip, will you be able to avoid being naked in front of people, or be able to avoid wearing extremely skimpy outfits?" Shelley felt her face blush crimson, but her voice remained placid as she said, "I will. I had planned to do some sunbathing in Hawaii, but I can avoid doing that if I have to." "Alright, Shelley, thanks very much. That puts you in Group Two, then. If you could just head over to the pond, there, next to the stewardess with the red hair?" He pointed, and Shelley found herself moving effortlessly towards the pond. As she walked, she noticed that the passengers were being split up into three groups. One large group sat in the middle of the field, with a man that Shelley assumed was the pilot speaking to them. "...you will not remember this unscheduled stop," he said as Shelley passed by. "You will simply remember the excellent service, and you will want to take another trip very soon, with your spouses or significant others. You..." Shelley wondered what he was going to tell them next, but she couldn't stop herself from heading to the pond. The people at the pond were split into two groups as well. Shelley saw that she and Clara were both in the larger of the two groups. The redhead smiled at Clara when she saw her. "I'm so glad you didn't wind up in Group Three," she said to Clara. "After feeling her touch, I'd hate to think that you'd have to wait until your next trip to get one of your own." Clara nodded vacantly, and Shelley wondered just what they were talking about, just what the two of them had shared. "It's time," the redhead said, this time addressing all of them. "If you could please strip from the waist down, now, we can get this unscheduled stop over with quickly." Shelley tried to fight it then, simply out of embarrassment over cottage cheese thighs, but she disrobed as though her resistance wasn't even happening. Three of the people who had been waiting for the plane waded into the pond then, reached their arms into the water, and pulled out... Shelley wanted to scream. The things they held thrashed and flailed in their hands, purplish-gray tentacles writhing and coiling and uncoiling all along their arms. They walked up to three of the passengers. Shelley couldn't help but notice that Clara had maneuvered herself to be first in line. Each of them said the same words, like a benediction. "She will always be with you." Then they took the writhing, octopoid creatures and pressed them to the passengers' groins. Shelley watched as her best friend shuddered in ecstasy at the creature's touch. It flattened itself to Clara's body, wrapping its tentacles around her in an effort to gain purchase. One of them, Shelley noticed, had a large, spiny stinger at the end of it. That must have been what had drugged Bill, the co-pilot. Clara fell to her knees as the creature slowly inserted itself into her vagina, tucking itself deeper and deeper into the folds of her pussy. Shelley shuddered in revulsion, wanted to scream or run or lash out at the thing attaching itself to her friend, but just then, a man approached with another of the creatures. She noticed a faint undulating motion behind the fabric of his jeans, and knew that he must have one wrapped around his body as well. "She will always be with you," he said, and Shelley felt the cold, wet flesh touch her own. It didn't stay cold for long. It felt like scarcely moments before it felt warm, blood warm. The tentacles pressed against the flesh of her body like a lover's, and Shelley let out a startled gasp at the sheer pleasure of the touch. The creature's touch seemed to stimulate every nerve in her body, not just the ones it touched directly, and Shelley suddenly understood the blank, dazed expression in the eyes of the people around her. They, too, felt the intense, gorgeous pleasure of the creatures' touch. Clara must have felt that same pleasure back in the plane, when the stewardess had pressed her body against Clara's and those tentacles had undone her clothing and pressed against her body. The very touch of the creatures was bliss. It was beautiful, not horrifying. She knew that now. The pleasure became even more intense as the creature slowly insinuated its form into her body. Shelley looked down at her own pussy as the thing slid itself into her, its form undulating and rippling inside her cunt. When the pleasure became too intense to bear, she too fell to her knees like Clara had. It pushed its way deeper into her, now, some of its tentacles waving gently and relaxing their grip as it found purchase inside her flesh. She knew she was drooling in mindless bliss, but she didn't care. It just kept feeling better and better as it touched her deeper, more intimately. Two Tickets to Paradise This is just a quick, fun one, borne out of a little recent travel. What if...? All characters are consenting adults, over the age of eighteen, and just in it for fun, so keep that in mind. Thanks for reading. I'd still like to hear from you when you're done. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Air travel used to be fun. It used to be glamorous, and exciting, and luxurious... exotic, an event in and of itself. Oh, how times have changed. Now, in the age of heightened security (which I totally understand and agree with, incidentally), flying is just one colossal pain in the ass. What with arriving four days early for your flight, having to strip naked in security, get x-rayed up the butt, and being charged for everything from peanuts to air on the plane...well, let's just say, it's losing some of its appeal. Glorified, long distance bus service...that's what it is. That being said, sometimes lemonade appears as if by magic when presented with sour fruit. That's what happened to me. I'm walking through the airport, having just landed on my flight from home, looking for something to do to kill some time. What is it with airline scheduling, anyway? They either cut it so close that if they swerve to avoid a bird you risk being late for your connection, or you grow a beard waiting in your layover. I was dealing with the latter, having five hours to waste. There was literally nothing I could do to be productive, as I had done it all already, so I was just wandering around hoping I could avoid the urge to splurge on some neat but totally useless gadget at Brookstone. That's when the cute brunette passed me in the other direction, and I turned my head to watch, just as I reached the corner. Wham! I got t-boned, in the left arm and shoulder, by something, soft, tall blonde and gorgeous. The impact spun us both, but I had a distinct weight advantage, so she took the brunt. "Oooooof!" she gasped, rebounding away from me. Her rolling carry-on bag, flipped over, becoming a drag bag, and she tottered precariously on her heels. "I'm terribly sorry," she exclaimed. "No, I should have been paying attention," I replied, focusing on her at last. "Are you alright?" "Oh, I'm fine!" she giggled, righting her bag. "I didn't get you anywhere important, did I?" Her blue eyes danced, and a bright smile broke out. She was absolutely striking, with prominent cheekbones, that cute upturned tip on her nose, and plump, 'Cupid's bow', lips, around a wide mouth. . "No major injuries. You're sure I didn't hurt you?" I asked taking in her navy blue skirt, and jacket, which hugged her curves. They were some curves. "Nope. Hit me where I'm well padded," she laughed, glancing down at her ample chest. My eyes followed, finding a name tag perched conspicuously on her deliciously full, round, left breast. "Sheila" it read. Ah, a stewardess, or air hostess, or whatever the currently acceptable, politically correct term is. "Which way are you going?" I asked, and she pointed. "Good, I feel safer already," I added. "I'm going this way." Sheila laughed. "Touché," she smiled. "Better keep your eyes open anyway. I've been known to wander." With that she turned, and I watched her long, sensuous legs and perfectly formed ass wiggle into the distance, while I stood immobile, with the crowd flowing around me. Idiot! I thought. Why didn't you ask her for a drink or something! Still, I was going this way, for no particular reason, and she was going that way...suddenly, that way held more interest. I followed, weaving through the crowd, and reacquiring my target quickly. It wasn't hard to find her ; we were both taller than most of the gaggle, so she stood out, and I had a clear view. She stopped at the coffee place, and I lingered outside, trying not to look like I was stalking her. She came out, coffee in hand, and walked briskly away, while I followed, able to watch her closer now. She had great legs, so long and smooth looking, with sinuous and muscular curves to them, especially where they flowed up into her firm butt. My mouth was watering. A sudden left turn into the magazine store, and I went in as well, milling about looking at books and the like. Something caught my eye, and while I was having a closer look, I lost her. Shit! Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Are you following me?" she asked, as I turned to face her. She had a serious look, like she was pissed. "Oh, um, I, uh... yes. I'm sorry," I replied looking down sheepishly. When I looked up, she was still staring at me. "Were you looking at my legs?" she moved closer, glancing down at her extended leg, and rotating it to display the smooth curves. I retreated, but took the offered opportunity to inspect her thigh closer, before backing into the display wall. "Um, yes Ma'am," I confessed. "Were you..." she whispered, closing in further, "... checking out my ass?" She turned slightly, and cocked her hips, inviting me to look again. I did. Gulp. "Yes, Ma'am." "Do you like my legs, and my butt?" Her expression was still pretty serious. "Very much, yes Ma'am," I answered, befuddled and broken. She eyed me up and down. "You're a pretty big guy. Are you big...everywhere?" What? I... Oh, I get it. "Yes Ma'am!" "Good. Could you help me please?" she smiled, stepping over to where the racier magazines rested on the top shelf, behind the privacy screen. "The Letters magazine, please." She was almost as tall as me in her heels, so she could have reached it by herself, but I pulled one down anyway. "Go pay for it, and meet me outside," she grinned, walking out without another word. I watched her go, wondering what the game was. When I joined her a few minutes later, she was waiting patiently. "Follow me," she giggled, leading away, then taking my arm. "I had you buy that so you'd have the address. I want to read all about what we're going to do together, in here." She wants to read about...but this magazine is...oh my god! We had arrived at the First Class lounge, and Sheila opened the door. The receptionist was a little brunette. "Hi Sheila," the brunette chirped. "Hi Bunny," Sheila smiled. "He's with me." "Have fun," Bunny replied, as we stepped in, and opened an unmarked side door. It was another lounge, with comfortable couches and chairs. A few of the couches were full of napping flight crew. "This is our Crew rest area," she said softly, so as not to wake anyone. "Sometimes, it gets used for something, shall we say, a little less restful." She parked her bag, and took mine, putting it beside hers, gesturing for me to follow through another door. It was a large restroom, but there was something different about it. The stalls along one wall were quite wide, and there were urinals along the back side. "It's a unisex restroom," she giggled, talking normally, "but we just call it the u-need-sex room. Guess what we're going to do? If you want to, that is. I assume, since you followed me, that you like what you saw. Want to see the rest?" She removed her jacket, and hung it on a hook, then turned to face me. 'Well padded', she had said. Quite the understatement. She was sporting a huge rack, that her jacket had hidden from view. She was so lean and lithe, I would not have expected boobs like that on such a thin structure. "Let's go in here, shall we?" she asked, stepping into a stall. I followed, and closed the door. "A few ground rules, before we start," she smiled, putting her hand on the back of my neck. "First, condoms are mandatory. Second, don't get involved. This is just fucking, understand?" I nodded. "Third, I'm married, so you will never see me again. Fourth, enjoy yourself, but no marks. No hickeys, bites or scratches. Are these rules acceptable?" Well, let me discuss this with my lawyer, and I'll get back to you. Of course, they're acceptable. Anything to get at that body! I nodded vehemently, leaving no room for misinterpretation. "Good. I have ninety minutes, so we don't need to rush," she moaned, pulling me in for a kiss. Her husband was a lucky guy. Sheila was a really good kisser, and I enjoyed the feel of her soft lips gently squashed against mine. Her tongue wasn't far behind, dipping playfully into my mouth and tangling with my own. I was still taken slightly aback, and other than the kiss, hadn't made any moves yet. As I relaxed, my hands found her lower back, then roamed further south, and grabbed that firm ass. She moaned again, and sucked my tongue harder. I brought my hands up to her chest, planning to get a peek at those puppies, but she stopped me. "Let me do that," she smiled. "It's not a matter of trust, just that I need to work in these clothes today, so let me take it off, okay?" She stepped back and reached behind her, unzipping her skirt. She caught it as it slid down her legs, and hung it on the back of the door. Next in line was her crisp, white blouse, short sleeved for comfort. It fit snugly across her bust, tugging at the buttons, and when she finished unfastening them, it hung loosely, hiding the majority of her full globes, but revealing a glorious crease of cleavage. When it joined the skirt on the hook, she stood before me in bra, panties and heels. Speaking of her bra, it was lacey, white, very sexy...and apparently made of titanium, carbon fibre, and some other space age materials. That was the only logical explanation for such a delicate garment supporting such large breasts Then again, once the bra was off, it didn't seem like they needed that much support, because they hardly sagged at all, and only spread a little bit. Her nipples stood out proudly, like pink Hershey's kisses, waiting to be sucked. "Your turn," she smiled, looking down at my crotch. "Take 'em off. Lemme see that dick." I suddenly felt self conscious, hoping I was as pleasing to her as she was to me. I undid my belt, then unzipped, dropping my pants. She hung them up next to her clothes when I stepped out of them, and did the same with my shirt once it was off. My underwear tented obscenely in the front, but it was just getting started. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and peeled them down. A sharp intake of breath, and her hand over her mouth told me she was pleasantly surprised. "Holy fuck! Did you steal a horse's dick? It's huge...and it's not even hard yet!" she gasped. "I hope it will fit in my pussy, because I'm sure as hell gonna try it!" She was exaggerating, but still, it's nice to hear a woman say your cock might be too much for her to handle. It sure beats derisive laughter. She was on her knees now, with my rapidly growing dick in her hand. She rubbed it against her cheek. "May I?" she asked, licking her lips. Again, what kind of an imbecile would say 'no'? I nodded, and her lips parted, sliding exquisitely down over the head. The sensation wss heavenly, and she continued taking me deeper into her mouth. A few minutes of oral attention later, she pulled back. "It's yummy, and I'd really love a taste of your thick, creamy filling, but we have a schedule, and my pussy is lonely." She directed me into a seat on the toilet, and retrieved a rubber from her bag, tearing it open with a flourish. "I hope it fits," she giggled, and rolled it over me cock. It was tight, but I would live. She tugged her panties aside, straddling my lap, and slowly lowered herself, until the head of my cock split her juicy pussy wide open. "Gnahhhhhn! Fuck! It's like riding a telephone pole!" She paused, about halfway down, panting like a Lamaze instructor. "Breathe Sheila, and relax! You can do it!" she coached herself. She began to ease up and down slowly, getting accustomed to the intruder between her legs, and claiming new fractions of an inch each time she dropped herself lower. "Oh god, I have never...never...been stuffed this full, and I fuck a lot of guys! Your cock touches everywhere inside me at once. It's amaz...oh fuck! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!" she gasped, trying to contain her screams as the orgasm hit like a freight train. Her pussy oozed in my lap, and the extra lubrication let her slip down fully, now completely impaled, to the hilt. Her body shook, and her blue eyes shut tight, as a look of ecstatic agony twisted her pretty features. Her thighs were quivering, and her luscious boobs hung before me, begging for inclusion in the party. Those nipples weren't Hershey's kisses anymore. They were standing straight out, and hard as diamonds. But they still tasted good. "Oh my fucking god!" she hissed. "Suck my tits! Fuck my cunt, and suck my tits! It's so good!" She rode me smoothly, moaning her pleasure, and picking up the pace as her pussy grew accustomed to being stretched open to accommodate my girth. This whole 'spontaneous sex' thing was fun, but getting it on in a restroom had certain drawbacks. Positioning, for one. Unless you wanted to lay on what could only be described as a filthy floor, you were stuck with sitting, or standing. Fortunately, Sheila was nearly my height in her high heels, so a standing fuck was possible. She was fully engaged now, dropping herself on my cock hard each time, fucking her pussy furiously. Her head was thrown back and she was grunting unintelligible 'words', while I was having a hard time maintaining my lip grip on her erect nipples. With a final crushing stroke, she froze, her body quaking and jerking in my arms. This was a big one, yet somehow, she kept her vocalizations down to a few squeaks, gasps, and shuddering, whispered 'oh my god's. When her sexy blue eyes finally opened, they seemed to be having trouble pointing in the same direction. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I held her for a minute. "Ooooo boy, that was...fuck! Just sooooo goooood," she smiled, breaking the silence. "Want some more?" I chuckled. She rolled her eyes. "I should probably say 'no', in the interest of being functional on my flight, but...fuckin' right I do!" she giggled, planting a kiss on my lips. "Wanna try standup?" I replied by grabbing her ass with both hands, and standing up. She was light as a feather, and wrapped her legs around my waist. I turned us into the corner of the stall, wedging her in, and pinning her to the walls, then gave her a few experimental thrusts. It was awkward, but doable. Sheila stabilized herself by grabbing the top rail of the stall divider, and grinned. "Go for it. Fuck me like a cheap hooker," she purred. Well, I don't know if I'd go as far as 'cheap hooker', but 'horny, promiscuous slut' might work. Regardless of the job title, I was happy to give her a pounding to remember. I repositioned my arms, hooking them under her knees, and started giving it to her in long, deep, aggressive thrusts. With her arms above her head tugging her beautiful breasts higher, those thrusts caused an intoxicating wobble and bounce in her chest. I've always had a thing for that motion, whether they were big bouncy tits, or smaller, perky ones. I looked forward to icing those boobs with a coating of hot cum. I hadn't done it in this position for quite a while. It is, to put it mildly, pretty athletic, and not for your average couch potato. Instead of the usual angles, fucking like this requires the fucker... in this case, me...to make upward strokes, so it uses a lot of leg power. I wasn't sure how long I could keep it going. My calves and feet were near cramping. Thankfully, Sheila was nearer to cumming. I kept drilling her as hard as I could, watching her luscious breasts bounce, and watching her face reflect the pleasure she was feeling. She was staring at me, her eyes ablaze, when her cute nose and upper lip wrinkled into a snarl. "Oh yeah, don't stop! Right there!" she gasped. Her eyes narrowed into slits. "Fuck my cunt, harder...oh, yes... YES!" She arched her back, pushing away from the wall, and shuddered through another nice orgasm, breathing hard. My eyes went to those big, heaving tits again, and I leaned in to nibble on her pointed buds gently. "Oooooooooo, that's nice." I let her down gently, first one leg, then the other, supporting her while she got the blood flowing again. "Whew! That was different. I should have stretched first," she smiled. "You and me, both," I laughed. "I see you're still 'up' for more," she giggled, grasping my slippery dick. She turned away, and bent at the waist, guiding me back into her swampy pussy. "Okay, this is a little less strenuous, but no less arousing. Fuck me!" She sure knew what she wanted, and wasn't shy about asking for it. My presence here was proof enough of that. I gripped her hips, and started fucking her furiously, while she braced herself against the wall. This was a lot easier, and got even better when I moved my feet outboard of hers, and she closed her legs. It made her cunt feel even tighter, and plumped her butt, which rippled and shook with every stroke. The shiny stainless steel of the toilet paper dispenser gave me a view of her big tits swinging wildly as they hung from her chest. I reached forward to grab those dangling orbs, squeezing them firmly, and using them as handles to pull her back into my energetic thrusts. She was panting and grunting in time to my forceful intrusions. Her pussy was awash with her natural lubricants, and felt incredibly warm, and tight around my shaft. I had heard of airports that had indoor driving ranges, so travellers could kill some time hitting balls. I think this activity had more upside. Sheila could have them lined up around the block, for five minutes poking her juicy gash. "Mnahhhn! Mnaaahn! FuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she groaned, and came again, rising up. I still had my hands filled with her round breasts, and she put her hands over mine, interlacing her fingers, while she bucked against me. "Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh...fuck... Yeah!" Sheila pushed back away from the wall, and guided me back to a sitting position, without even dismounting. She faced away from me, doing a little reverse cowgirl action, while I fondled her breasts from behind, and teased her nipples. Leaning back she offered up the side of her neck, and I gave it a gentle nibbling, careful not to mar her pristine skin. She moaned quietly, enjoying the sensation. I heard the door open. "Sheila? Are you in here?" a voice asked. "Yes," Sheila replied, her voice raspy from restrained screaming through her latest orgasm. She took a deep breath. "Is that you, Allie?" "Uh huh. The Captain wants to see you, honey," the voice explained. "Shit!" Sheila moaned. "My husband," she giggled. "Okay, I'll be right out." You're married to the pilot? I thought. And you're fucking me right now? Well, maybe he does the same with some random woman. Maybe he's just finished banging that cute brunette I saw earlier. "You're not alone, are you, Sheila?" "No, I am sure not," Sheila groaned, lifting off my cock. "Hey Allie, you busy?" "Not as busy as you, honey," the voice giggled. "Would you like to be? You've got to see what this guy's packing," Sheila added, putting her bra back on. "I might at that. How's he feel about a lover of another colour?" "You ever been with a black girl?" Sheila asked. "No, but I'd really like to," I smiled. "Well," she grinned, "if you like these," she cupped her tits suggestively, "you're gonna love what Althea's carrying." She changed her tone, and called out, "He's cool, Allie." I watched as Sheila slipped back into her skirt and blouse. "Well, it was nice meeting you...all of you," she giggled. "Thanks for the orgasms. Be good to Allie. I know she'll be real good to you." A final, parting kiss, with plenty of tongue, and she stood up. She opened the stall door, and stepped out. I heard an exchange of whispered messages, then a few girlish giggles, then a door opened and closed. Three steps on the tile floor, and the stall door opened. Two Tickets to Paradise "Ooooo, Helllllo! She wasn't kidding, was she?" Allie purred, stepping in, and closing the door. "I hope you don't mind, but we don't have time for a lot of extra curricular stuff, so..." she smiled, and began to strip. Her skin was a dark cocoa, and while a couple of inches shorter than Sheila, she was far curvier. No, Sheila was certainly not kidding, I thought, as Allie unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a pair of breasts that made Sheila look like a prepubescent schoolgirl. My god! They're as big as my head! Soon, Allie stood in all her naked glory before me, showing off a near impossible figure, with a full, rounded rear end, solid thighs and athletic calves balancing her massive chest, on either side of a ridiculously narrow waist. "Wow, Allie, you're... Wow! Incredible," I laughed. "You're pretty 'WOW' yourself," she giggled, stroking my rubber-clad cock. "I know the perfect place to put this," she breathed, lowering her dripping wet cunt over it. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssss, that's the spot, "she moaned, and pressed down harder, finally seating herself fully. "Good jesus, you had this thing in Sheila's little snatch? You must have ripped her wide open!" "Do you mind if I ask exactly how you know Sheila has a little snatch?" I laughed. "Well," Allie replied softly, "sometimes we share a room...and occasionally, a bed. Sometimes a woman needs another woman's touch. Does that shock you?" "After today? Not in the least," I answered. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me, letting me inspect her from close range. Besides the obvious, she was the polar opposite of her blonde counterpart, with a rounded face, brown eyes, and shorter, straightened hair. Nice lips to kiss though. Her huge tits were crushed between us, a curiously firm yet soft sensation, and she held the kiss while fucking her pussy firmly on my dick. When she broke away, she grabbed my shoulders, and leaned back, letting her melons jiggle freely with her motions. I couldn't help staring at the massive, fully rounded shape of her breasts. "Mmmmm, I think you're taken with my boobs," she smiled, grinding her pussy over my cock. "You like big tits, honey?" Well, I like everything about women, I thought, but yeah...I suppose big, luscious, breasts are at the top of the list. I nodded, and flicked my tongue suggestively. Allie grinned, and cupped her right breast, lifting it so I could taste her thick, dark nipple. "Here you go, baby. You just go ahead and suck my tittie as much as you want, while I ride this nice hard cock. It fills my cunt so nicely." I latched on, suckling and gnawing on her nip, much to her enjoyment. Allie was a stealthy one, and her orgasms, while frequent and numerous, we're marked only by a gasp, some quavering breaths, and a soft moan. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and my crotch was drowning in her copious juices. It made me wish I'd had the chance to eat either one of them out. Preferably both. Alas, that wasn't to be. Allie exhaled, and groaned through one more climax, then looked into my eyes. "Mmmmm, that was so nice, honey. My little pussy is going to be buzzing for hours. I'd really like to stay for more, but I don't want to be late," she said softly. "I can't leave you like this though. I'm sure you would like to cum, wouldn't you?" After fucking Sheila for an hour, and now Allie?...yeah, you could say I'd like to cum. She didn't wait for a reply. "Let's get that rubber off," she smiled, peeling the latex away. "I'm gonna suck your cock, honey, and if you want, you can go ahead and shoot it in my mouth. Or, maybe you'd like to fuck my big soft tits, after I suck you, and bust your nut all over my chest?" I smiled, looking down at her massive boobs. "That's good. I love cum all over my tits. Just sit back and let me take care of you." Her thick lips parted, and she dropped her mouth over my cock slowly, easily able to swallow nearly all of my shaft. I felt her tongue swirling around the head. Allie really knew how to suck dick, and she was watching my eyes, gauging my time to launch. I moaned, and nodded. It wasn't going to be long. She pulled her mouth off, and leaned up, wrapping her fleshy pillows around my twitching pole. Both hands held her tits in place, and I started to thrust between them. It was heavenly, and far too much to resist. A fountain erupted from the soft crease of cleavage, splashing up her neck and off her chin, then landing with an audible splat on her giant hooters. Again, and again, I spurted, groaning loudly in the quiet room. "Oh yeah, baby, cum for Allie," she smiled catching a little over spray with her tongue. "Mmmmm hmmm, so hot and delicious." By this point, I was spent, with nothing left to squirt, and leaned back to catch my breath. Allie was scooping my load off her boobs, and licking her fingers ravenously, making yummy noises. While I watched, she grabbed her huge left breast with both hands, and lifted it to within range of her tongue, where she slurped and licked up the gooey fluid. She spent a little extra time cleaning her nipple, then did the same to her equally adorned right breast. Stark naked, Allie opened the stall door, and walked out, standing in front of the mirror to find and collect my cum from its many hiding places. Finally she cleaned up the streak oozing down her tummy through her cleavage. Using a damp paper towel, she wiped herself down, then turned and joined me in the stall again. "That, honey, was delicious." She plucked her bra off the hook, and wiggled her boobs into it, turning her back so I could help fasten the garment. Panties, skirt, blouse and jacket all followed, while I sat and watched. Out in front of the mirror again, she checked her hair carefully, looking for stray semen, and found none. A final touch up of her lipstick, and she looked at me in the reflection. "Thanks, honey. I can't remember when I've had more fun. You're a good fuck!" She fluttered her fingertips, blew me a kiss, and walked out briskly. *** I sat there, breathing better now, but still woozy, and trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. I knew it wasn't a dream. I couldn't dream anything this weird, or this good. After I wrestled my underwear and pants back into position, I opened the stall door, peeking out carefully. No one in sight, but this was the ladies side of the room, more proof I didn't dream it. When I opened the outer door, I saw a few flight crew members milling about, but nobody even paid me any attention. Yep. Flight crew lounge, but no Sheila, and no Althea. I scooted across the the other door, and cracked it open, scanning the First Class lounge beyond. There were empty seats. Well, as long as I'm here, I thought, I might as well be comfortable. I took a seat, then thought about Sheila's words. I dug out my tablet, and started. "Dear Penthouse Letters," I wrote. "You're not gonna believe what just happened to me..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I ask you...who among us hasn't seen someone passing in the crowd and thought 'I'd like a piece of that'? I hope you enjoyed this one. Now back to work on new chapters for a few of my other stories. See ya soon! Two Tickets To Paradise She could hear it now, not as a voice but as a gentle, warm throbbing inside her head. It was so much better than the simulation had been on the plane, so much more powerful. It didn't just make her docile, it made her eager to obey. Colors flashed behind her eyes, and even without words, she knew what they were directing her to do. She replaced her clothes, knowing that the others were doing the same. They were Group Two. They needed to return to the plane. Only Group One would stay here, preparing the way for the next flight of passengers. Shelley walked back to the plane, with Clara and Bill and Jenny and all the others. She pitied the Group Threes, the ones who could not yet know the bliss of hosting one of their own. They would return, though. They would come back to this wonderful spot, buying tickets for themselves and their loved ones. The destination would say 'Hawaii' or 'Los Angeles', but the tickets would really bring them here, to the place where their lives would change, to the place where they would know paradise on Earth. She knew that. Eventually, they would return and bring others, just like she would, just like Clara would. Everyone would have one of their own, eventually. That would feel so good, be so perfect. Like a lover who never left them, like a caress that never stopped. Like Heaven, pressed tightly to her willing flesh. "She will always be with me," Shelley whispered, and knew it to be true. THE END