22 comments/ 122054 views/ 25 favorites Panty Trade at JFK By: Miss_Marianne I had chosen a secluded seat at the boarding gate of JFK, where no one would bother me while I read and waited to board my flight to Paris. All the sudden I was distracted by this beautiful brunette that had come to sit directly in front of me. She was wearing a black jacket and a matching skirt, black stockings, high black shoes and her hair up. She sat down, took a laptop out of her briefcase and placed it on her legs. Until that moment I had never felt attracted to another woman, but for some reason I could not take my eyes of her. As I looked over my book admiring her beauty, I noticed that her skirt had hiked up slightly reveling the top of her stocking and the belt of her garter. For some reason this started to turn me on and I kept staring wanting to see more of her. As she opened her computer to start working, she looked up and caught me staring. I looked down into my book and pretended to be reading. I felt as she watched me and stared me down registering every detail about me. I was wearing a loose white cotton skirt that hung low around my waist and a tight little white t-shirt with thin straps that was short enough to reveal my flat stomach and tight enough to press my small tits up against my chest. I was sitting with my legs crossed playing with one of my pink flaps from my hanging foot. The loss of control as I shied away from her eyesight as she stared me down was turning me on even more. I felt the lips of my pussy starting to get wet. Finally, when she looked back into her computer I took the chance to look back up. I could not believe what I discovered. She had hiked up her skirt even more and had parted her legs so that I could get a perfect look inside her thighs. The sight of the skin above her stockings and the black lace of her panties made me want to come right there. My panties were getting wet with the sight of what this beautiful woman was letting me see. She kept typing on her computer so that I would not be embarrassed to stare and all of the sudden she slowly parted her legs even more. No one else could see her, because she was covering herself with her computer. At this site, I bit my lower lip and let out a soft moan, while I unconsciously started moving my hips slowly back a forth in my seat. When she heard this, she looked up and caught me staring between her legs. I was so turned on that I did not look away on time, and she asked softly: "Do you like what you see?" I nodded. "Return the favor and I'll show you more", she said. "What?" I responded in disbelief. She patiently understood my slowness to understand her suggestion and ordered: "Lift up your skirt so that I can see your panties while I work!" Without even thinking about it, I uncrossed and slightly opened my legs and I lifted my skirt up to half my thighs so that she could see my pink cotton g-string. I put my sweater on top of my legs, so that she would be the only one to see and she said: "Good girl! Do you like women?" "I have never been with one" I responded. "You liked me didn't you?" She pointed. I nodded again. "Do you want to see more?" She asked, and I nodded once more. Without loosing eye contact, she reached up her skirt, lifted her hips slightly and pulled her thong half way down her thighs so that her skirt and her laptop covered from others, the show that she was giving me. As I let out another moan from how horny I was, she put her hands back on her laptop and kept working for about two minutes. I couldn't say anything and simply stared as my cunt continued to get wet. Then she said: "Ask me to take them off!" After a few seconds in disbelief, I obeyed and begged: "Please take your panties off!" At my request, she put one hand back up her skirt, pulled her lace thong all the way down to her ankles and carefully eased each foot out placing her wet garment on the ground just under her seat, unnoticeable to anybody else. She parted her legs again and resumed working without saying anything. As I stared into her shaved wet pussy, I realized that I had placed my right hand under my sweater and was rubbing the fabric of my skirt and panties slowly against my clit. I felt desperate to finger myself to orgasm, but her next order came: "Do the same!" I was so turned on that I took no time to follow instructions. I looked around to see if someone was watching and no one was around to notice anything, so leaving my sweater somewhat covering me, I reached up my skirt, grabbed the waist band of my panties with my thumbs and pulled them down to my knees and then as she had done, down to the floor. Then I opened my legs so that she could get a good look of my wet pussy. There was something amazingly sexy about showing my cunt to a complete stranger, as she showed me hers, and both our underwear lay on the floor of a public place. Another order: "Pick up your panties and hand them to me!" I picked up my drenched g-string from under my seat and handed it to her. As she grabbed my underwear from my hand she pulled me towards her and said: "Now pick mine up". I stood up and kneeled in front of her to reach under the seat to grab her panties. As I felt the moist of her lace underwear on my fingers, she reached to put my panties in her briefcase and in doing so, she opened her legs even more so that I could get a closer look at her soaked cunt, and she said: "You'll get a chance to taste it later. Right now, sit back down and put my wet panties on!" I obeyed. I sat down, casually leaned down with her drenched panties in my hand and eased one foot in, then the other, and then pulled them up just under my skirt. Finally lifting my hips up I was able to ease her lace thong around my hips and up to my waist feeling the coldness of the wet fabric make contact with my soaked pussy. "Now finger yourself until you come." That was just the order I wanted to hear. I reached under my sweater down my skirt and into the wetness of her panties that covered my cunt. I also pulled my skirt from under me so that I would not stain it with my juices. The feeling of my bare ass against the leather seat made me even hotter. Meanwhile, as I watched this woman's pussy under her skirt, she pretended to work, but she was actually masturbating for me as well. I rubbed my clit until I could not hold it any longer, I bit my lower lip to hold my moaning as much as I could, but I clearly made enough noise to have her notice that I could not hold it any longer and I let out a loud moan as I completely drenched the woman's panties. With the sight of her own panties between my open legs under my sweater and my body tensing up as I came, I saw as she put two fingers up her cunt barely being able to keep her laptop on her legs. I still had my fingers on my clit as I she bent her fingers into her and deeply dug them all they way to as if to rub her G spot as she also moaned into ecstasy in front of me. We were both complete strangers, both beautiful, both hot for each other in the middle of the airport. At this time we heard the Air France flight to Paris announced and stood up realizing that we were on the same flight and that both our seats at the gate had been left with a wet stain of our cum. We smiled at each other, she grabbed my hand with her wet fingers and held my own wet index finger to her mouth and sucked it in all the way. I felt her tongue circle my finger and I nearly came her panties again. And then she said: "You are gorgeous, obedient and you taste great. I think I am getting you an upgrade to first class next to me so I can get you out of those wet panties of mine, baby!" I nodded again as I felt my knees shake and I followed led by her wet fingers holding my hand. to be continued... Panty Trade at JFK Ch. 02 My new traveling lover was now leading me by the hand to the gate of our plane to Paris. As we held hands walking towards the plane, I realized I had just masturbated for her, and she had done the same for me, but I didn't even know her name. However, I was so astonished with what had just happened and how she had complete control of me that I felt embarrassed to even ask. As we arrived at the gate of our plane, she finally said, "If I am going to check you in next to me, I need to know your name." "Marianne. Marianne Lindberg. And yours?" I replied nervously. "You'll know in due time! Now follow me, Marianne." she said. She walked in front of me to the counter and I followed as ordered. Behind the counter there was a beautiful slender redhead about 30 dressed sharply in the airline uniform, her hair up in a bun, and a nametag that read ‘Monica'. As soon as she noticed my companion, she greeted with surprising affection and respect, "Hello Miss Fletcher. It's good to have you fly with us again. Is there anything we can help you with?" "Yes, thank you," she answered "I just ran into my niece and I would love for her to fly sitting next to me in first class." "Of course, I'll take care of it right away," replied beautiful redhead Monica. The arrangements were done and we were told to wait half an hour before boarding. I knew two things, now. One was that the gorgeous lady that had fingered herself for me to watch was Miss Fletcher. And two, that she was a distinguished and important customer to the airline. I knew from then on that I was bound to do anything Miss Fletcher told me to. And she did so right away, as we walked away from the counter. "Honey, you made a mess of me, I am completely soaked and not wearing any panties. Please accompany me to the restroom so that you can clean up what you did," she whispered into my ear. My knees shook as she spoke into my ear. The air of her voice tickled and made my pussy tingle with anticipation. We walked into the nearest restrooms. Inside there was a woman touching up her makeup watching us in the reflection of the mirror. Miss Fletcher grabbed my hand and pulled me into the handicap bathroom closing the door behind us. She set her briefcase on the toilet. She opened it and took out my panties. The pink cotton g-string that she had previously made me remove and hand over to her at the boarding gate, just before we fingered ourselves in front of each other. Then she set her briefcase back on the floor and handing me my pink panties, she ordered, "Get on your knees. Lick me clean and put these on me when you are done!" "WHAT?" I asked, trying to hide my deep desire to do exactly what I had just been ordered to do. "You heard exactly what I said. We don't have much time, so stop asking questions and clean me up!" she ordered in a more demanding voice. As in all her previous demands, I obeyed. I set my backpack on the corner of the restroom and stared at her in disbelief, as she pulled her skirt up over her hips and well above her waist revealing her sexy stockings held up by a beautiful black and red lace garter belt. She grabbed her skirt up with one hand and spread her legs wide putting her right foot on the toilet. The wet lips of her cunt swelled out shining with her cum. Her pussy was neatly and perfectly shaven with only a stripe of her above. I was frozen standing in front of her not knowing what to do and then she said, "Now get between my legs, Marianne, and make me cum again!" She grabbed my head with a fistful of hair and pulled my face down toward her pussy. At first, I tried resisting by just bending at my waist not wanting to kneel on the floor and not knowing if I could, or should, go down on her. The effort was senseless. I quickly let into her strength against the back of my head and fell into the eager desire I felt to taste her. I bent my knees and suddenly I was kneeling on the cold marble floor with her wide-open cunt in front of my face. I could not believe what I was about to do, but I was so turned on that I did not care anymore if the woman putting makeup on outside or anyone else in the restroom could see or hear what was going on. All I could care about was pleasing Miss Fletcher's order. So, I reached with my left hand and slowly caressed the back of Miss Fletcher's leg slowly trailing my fingers from her ankle all the way up her leg to her perfectly round hard butt. Then, I grabbed her left ass cheek and pressed it hard with my full hand, as I said teasingly staring straight up into her eyes, "Tell me again, what do you want me to do to you?" Then, as though she was about to get mad with me, she said, "Fuck me with your tongue, you little slut!" The feeling of uncontrollable lust and the smell of her cunt in front of my face turned me on so much that I could not stop myself. I now, reached with both my hands around her and grabbed her ass pulling it wide open and pressing her full body against my face as I opened my mouth and pulled out my tongue to lick her for the first time. I trailed her full cunt with my tongue all the way from her asshole to her clit taking all the juice I could into my mouth. When I reached her clit with the hard point of my cunt, she moaned and whispered loudly, "Good girl, YEESSS! Keep going!" I was sure that the other women outside could hear everything and they could certainly see my knees on the floor under the bathroom door just in front of Miss Fletcher's black heels. But as I said, I could have cared less by then. I continued to let my instincts lead me and do exactly as I was told. I suctioned her pussy lips into my mouth. I licked her cunt between them and I gave her clit some quick licks to tease her. "Oh, please Marianne! Fuck me with your tongue!" she ordered. I got my face as far down between her legs as I could, then I stretched her lips wide open with my thumb and index finger and finally, I started to fuck her with my tongue as far in as I could get it in. Now, I was so turned on that I put my hand up my skirt and down the black lace panties that I had borrowed from this stranger and was furiously rubbing my clit and moaning hard into Miss Fletchers cunt, as she also moaned. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, Marianne! Make me cum!" she screamed, not caring to whisper any more. All she wanted was for me to her off, so I chose to wait for my turn to cum and I took my hand from my pussy and slowly eased my soaked index and middle finger into her eager tight cunt as my tongue concentrated on her clit. I curled my fingers forward pressing softly and drawing little circles against her g-spot, while maintaining a steady rhythm with my tongue against her clit. "OHHHHHHHHH. My God, you are so good, Marianne! I'cumming, I'm cumming, Oh, YESSSSSSSSS, YES, YES. AAAAHHHHHH!" she screamed, as I felt her body tense up, her pussy clench hard against my fingers, and her juices all over my mouth and nose and trickling down my chin. Her orgasm was so hot and intense that I could not hold back and I felt a thrill of spasms go through my body as I soaked Miss Fletcher's panties again feeling my own juices going down between my kneeling legs. I moaned, "AAAAAAHHHHH, Yes, Yes, Yessssss! Miss Fletcher, Thank you! Thank you, so much! I love eating your pussy!" I continued licking her pussy, as she trembled between my arms, until there was no more of her juice to lick. Then I picked up my pink cotton g-string, which at some point I had set on the floor (surely the women outside had seen it laying there) and I eased one of Miss Fletcher's feet in and then the other. (This scene must have been particularly sexy to view under the door from outside the bathroom.) As I stood up, I rolled my panties up her legs, over her hips and around her waist. I carefully set them in place fixing the elastic band on both sides of her body and between her ass cheeks. Then I eased her skirt back down and fixed it perfectly around her. With all her cum juice still all over my face and chin, I said, "Is that clean enough, Miss Fletcher?" She grabbed my face from both sides with her hands, she pulled me towards her, and kissed me deeply with her tongue as I had never been kissed in my life. My knees were shaking and my pussy was dripping non-stop between my legs. Then she bit my lips and sucked my chin and all around my mouth licking me clean from her juices. Finally, she kissed me deeply again, and then she said, "God I was waiting for this. My name is Jessica, babe! And I loved tasting myself on you. Now we are both clean." I nodded in disagreement, since she was not at all aware of the damp situation between my legs. So as I looked into her eyes, I took her hand and I put it up my skirt between my legs for her to feel my uncontrollable wetness. Surprised, she said, "Wow, honey! I guess you enjoyed getting me off. I like that in a girl!" She put her hand down my black lace panties which she had made me wear and started going off rubbing my clit with her index finger with incredible talent and expertise unknown even to my own hand. Then she said, "I guess we have a couple of minutes for you to cum again!" I was still so turned on from my half-orgasm from getting Miss Fletcher off, that I quickly started moaning and gyrating and moving my hips back and forth against my new lover's hand. I could only moan into Miss Fletcher's mouth as she kissed me deeply while masturbating me, "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, AHHHHH!!!!" Soon I felt a full-no-doubt-incredible orgasm building inside me and I came as hard as I had ever cum in my life, "AAAAHHHH!!!!!, OOOOOHHHHH!!!!!!!!, OH! OH!, AHHHH!!!!! Yeeeeeeessss! Yeessss! Yessss!" Then she took her hand out of my pussy and put it in her mouth, licking it perfectly and then she said, "Mmmh, that tastes so good, now take those wet panties off!" I reached under my skirt and pulled them down to my ankles and then off of me. "Give them to me!" she ordered. I did and she put them in her briefcase, but then she took out another pair and held it out for me. It was a white lace "La Perla" g-string. "I always carry extra fancy panties for naughty girls like you!" she said, "but please clean yourself first," she ordered as she handed me my new panties for the trip. Then she opened the door of the bathroom and stepped out, saying, "I'll be waiting at the gate." As the door opened, there were two women starring at us, but Miss Fletcher closed the door leaving me inside to get cleaned up and walked straight passed our onlookers saying only: "Good Afternoon, Ladies! Hope you enjoyed as much as I did!" Meanwhile, I cleaned my pussy dry with tissue, put on my new fresh panties, washed my hands and face and brushed my hair, before heading to the gate to meet up with Jessica hoping for some more action on the plane.