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Barbara and Samantha - Flight 109 1/2 (ff)
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- BARBARA AND SAMANTHA-
-ADVENTURES ON FLIGHT 109-
-Part One-
by Ann Douglas
Barbara looked up at the young blonde as she walked down the
airplane's aisle, carefully checking seat numbers. She looked
frightened and excited at the same time. Big blue eyes tried
to take in everything at once as her gaze darted across the
cabin. Reaching the empty seat next to Barbara, she checked
the seat number again and then smiled nervously as she sat
down.
Barbara guessed her to be about 19 or 20, probably her first
time away from home. She wore a plain white blouse and
matching blue skirt. Watching her read the emergency card in
the forward pocket, Barbara could only image what she would
be like when they actually took off.
"First time?" Barbara asked.
"I guess that's pretty obvious." She
answered. "I'm normally not this uncoordinated."
"Don't worry about it, I've been flying for almost twenty
five years now, it gets so I worry more about crossing midtown
in a cab more than I do about flying to Los Angeles."
"Samantha Thomas." She said as she
extended her hand. "My friends call me Sam."
"Barbara Logan." Came the reply. "Nice to meet you. Don't
worry, by the time we get to LA you'll be a veteran."
"Just don't be surprise if you find me holding your hand for
support when this thing takes off." Samantha said.
Barbara's smile dimmed just a little. One of the reasons she
usually took the Redeye from Newark to LAX was so she could
sleep and arrive rested for a morning meeting. Now she began
to worry that she would be up all night baby-sitting Sam.
Then, thinking back to her own first flight and how worried
she was about it, loosing a little sleep to help Sam didn't
seem too high a price to pay.
Ten minutes later, the flight attendants had finished their
safety speech, one which Sam had followed with a kean
interest. The fasten seat belts light had come on and the
DC-10 took its turn on the flight line.
Barbara could feel Samantha tensing up when the cabin filled
with the roar of the jet's engines as the pilot brought them
up to full power. As the plane began to rush down the runway,
Barbara reached over and took Samantha's hand in her own.
Sam gripped her hand tightly as the wheels of the jet bumped
once then took to the air. The night sky filled the small
window, leaving the city lights quickly behind.
After about ten minutes of climbing to gain their cruising
altitude, the seat belt light went off. People then began to
move around the cabin and get as comfortable as they could. A
casual look around her told Barbara that most of her fellow
passengers intended to sleep their way cross-country.
"I guess I can let go now." Barbara said with a smile. "We
made it once again."
"Would you mind terribly if I held on a little longer?"
Samantha asked.
"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt." Barbara responded. If that
was the most attention she wanted, then maybe she could get
some sleep after all.
With that, the 45 year old woman leaned back in her seat and
closed her eyes. Ten minutes later she was lost in dreamland.
Roughly two hours later, Barbara woke up, feeling the call of
nature. The cabin around her was dark, except for the
maintenance lights. Brushing her hair out of her brown eyes,
she could see that most of the people around her were
sleeping, the few who were not sat quietly reading.
Turning to her left, she saw that Sam was still wide awake.
Still holding tightly onto her hand.
"Couldn't sleep?" Barbara asked.
"No, I tried but I'm still too scared." Sam replied. "I hope
you don't mind my still holding on, it really does make me
feel better."
"Well I'm afraid that you're going to have to let go for at
least a little while, I need to use the facilities." said the
Redhead.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Samantha sputtered and quickly released her
grip.
"Don't worry, I'll be right back." The older woman said
reassuringly as she rose and started down the aisle.
She had gone about six rows when she
turned and saw Samantha right behind her.
"Figured I should make a stop too." She said.
"Like having a kid sister all over again." Barbara thought,
remembering her days with her little sister Jill.
As Barbara exited the bathroom, she decided to wait for
Samantha. Standing outside the small chamber, she noted that
Sam had forgotten to engage the door lock. No problem though,
most of the plane was asleep and she'd stop anyone from
walking in on her.
Five minutes turned to ten, and Barbara began to become
concerned. Could the girl have gotten sick? Waiting another
few minutes, she reached for the door handle and slowly opened
it.
"Oh my." She said softly as she looked into the small
bathroom.
Samantha sat on the seat, her pink panties down around her
ankles. Her head was arched back and her eyes were tightly
closed. What had so surprised Barbara was that the young lady
had three fingers buried in her pussy and was furiously
masturbating.
Ann Douglas
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