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Barbara and Samantha - Flight 109 2/2 (ff)
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- BARBARA AND SAMANTHA-
-ADVENTURES ON FLIGHT 109-
-Part Two-
by Ann Douglas
"Excuse me," Barbara said as she began to close the door.
Samantha eyes popped open and her skin flushed a bright red.
"Oh shit!" She exclaimed. "I'm so
embarrassed."
Seeing one of the passengers in the rear seats sit up in
response to the curse, Barbara reopened the door and stepped
inside. The last thing Sam needed right now was a public
display.
"Well I guess that's one way to take your mind off flying."
Barbara said with a grin, trying to make light of the
incident.
"I really hadn't intended to do this." Sam said. "I just
started to stroke myself and it felt so nice. Pretty soon I
forgot I was on a plane."
"Then by all means, continue." Barbara said as she again
turned to go.
"Could you still stay with me?" Sam asked.
Barbara looked at her reflection in the small mirror in
amazement. Never could she had pictured herself standing in
an aircraft lavatory at 20,000 feet, watching a girl half her
age play with herself. Yet twenty years ago, she could've
been that girl.
"I'll stay on one condition?" She answered.
Samantha answered with a quizzical look.
"That you let me help."
The bright smile on Samantha's face was all the answer she
needed.
Lifting the girl into a standing position, Barbara reached
down and slid her index finger into her pussy. Finding that
it was already wet and well lubricated, she soon added a
second and third finger. Samantha moaned softly as the sudden
intrusion.
As her fingers worked their magic within the young blonde,
Barbara pulled her closer and kissed her softly. It was the
first time she had kissed another woman since college. She'd
forgotten had nice it could feel. Samantha returned the kiss,
pressing her tongue against Barbara's lips. The older woman
took it eagerly as she savored the taste.
It was a bit awkward at first, but soon their mouths were
moving as one, while their tongues performed an erotic dance
from mouth to mouth. Their hands eagerly explored each other's
body, fondling cloth covered breasts. Barbara slid her hand
within Sam's blouse and under the cup of her small 32c bra.
Closing on her nipple, she found it hard to the touch.
Cramped in the tiny booth, Barbara was limited in her
options. Once, a long time ago, one of her boyfriend had
initiated her into the mile high club with a frenzied fuck in
the washroom of a 747. A feat which would've been impossible
in this smaller cubicle.
"I've got an idea." Barbara said as she shifted positions
with Samantha and took her place over the commode.
"Jump up." She whispered as she helped Samantha onto the
small vanity sink.
Sitting down on the seat, Barbara now found her head level
with Samantha's exposed cunt. She reached out with a cum
soaked finger and parted the light blonde hair.
"Have you ever had anyone do this for you before?" Barbara
asked as she slid the finger back inside Sam's tunnel.
"Only once, my boyfriend really didn't like doing it." Came
the reply.
"Then just lean back and enjoy it." Barbara responded as she
remove her finger and took a firm grip on the girl's thighs.
Pulling her legs as far apart as she could, Barbara wasted
no time in diving right in. It took only a taste to remind
her of how much she used to enjoy licking a fiery wet pussy.
It was hot in the tiny cubicle, and the sharp smell of flesh
and sweat quickly filled the room. Samantha moaned again and
again as Barbara's tongue worked it's way deep within her.
The more the tangy taste of sweat and cum filled her mouth,
the more intense became Barbara's desire to bring the girl to
a new level of euphoria.
If her associates back at the law firm of Brandon, Richards,
Carson and Logan could see her now. How many times had they
tried to get into their newest junior partner's pants only to
be sent home wanting. Yet here she was, risking exposure and
ridicule, sucking the pussy of a 19 yr old girl.
Finally, Samantha's body tensed and she gripped the edge of
the vanity with all her might. She trembled with indescribable
ecstasy as a rushing wave of girlcum burst upon across
Barbara's pulsating tongue and open mouth. Pressing her face
as far within the girl's open valley as she could, Barbara
swallowed surge upon surge of womanly joy. It was like sweat
nectar, bringing with it the memories of youth. She made
herself a promise that it wouldn't be anywhere near as long
before she tasted it again.
So intense had been Samantha's eruption, that Barbara was
unable to swallow all of it. Small dripping of the precious
fruit of her efforts ran off her chin and down to her breasts.
Her mouth and nose were likewise covered with a sweet film of
girljuice.
A few seconds passed before either of them could speak.
Finally, Samantha managed to catch her breath and said softly.
"That was intense!"
"Intense she says." Barbara thought to herself. "If the
girls back in my sorority could cum like that, I'd have never
even looked at another man."
Standing upward, Barbara leaned over and kissed Samantha
again. Samantha then responded in kind. The girl's probing
tongue ran across the older woman's face, allowing her to
taste the sweat and cum mixture that covered it.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking came the
voice over the intercom. "We'll be landing at Los Angeles
International in about fifteen minutes, please return all
seats to an upright position and make sure your seatbelt is
securely fastened."
The two woman cleaned up as fast as they could, but it was
impossible to eliminate the smell of sex that clung to both of
them. Returning to their seats, they drew several stares from
passenger's as they moved down the aisle. All they could do
was ignore the looks, secure in the knowledge that they would
never see any of these people again.
Twenty-five minutes later, they were safely on the ground and
rolled up to the passenger terminal. Sensing that Samantha
was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the roundabout
looks and whispered remarks, Barbara suggested that she
disembark as soon as the door opened. She, herself would
follow her usual practice of waiting until the plane emptied.
"I can't believe we did that." Samantha whispered.
"Well now you have something to remember the next time you
fly." Barbara whispered back.
Then with a smile and a wave of her hand, Samantha was gone.
Barbara was sure she wouldn't have any trouble flying in the
future.
The plane quickly emptied and Barbara
simply ignored the occasional look as someone paused by her
seat. Finally as she was now one of the last passengers
onboard, she removed her small carrybag from the overhead
compartment and started for the door.
Waiting at the cabin door was the Senior Attendant, a black
haired woman of about thirty- eight. As each passenger went
by, she gave them the ritual farewell.
"I hope you had and enjoyable flight. Thank you for flying
with us and hope to see you again real soon."
When Barbara reached the door, the
Attendant paused and looked right into her eyes.
"I guess I don't have to hope that you had a good flight."
She said with a smile that seemed to beam brighter than
before.
Barbara paused for a second, wondering if she had meant the
remark as sarcasm. Before she could think of saying anything,
she felt a business card being pressed into her hand.
Realizing she was holding up the few passengers still behind
her, she exited the plane, holding the card unseen in her
palm.
It wasn't until she had entered the terminal and was away
from the last of her fellow passengers that she paused to look
at the card. It read; Peggy Oxenberg......Senior Flight
Attendant....California Air Express. Written in red ink
across the back were the words - I'm staying at the Airport
Inn. Please give me a call. I'd love to take you to dinner.
Barbara laughed and was about to toss the card in the nearby
wastebasket. Then, she hesitated for a moment, and instead
slid the small card into her pocket. After all, she would be
going out to dinner after her meeting either way. And
anything was better than eating alone in a strange city.
Besides, Peggy had, she'd noticed, beautiful emerald green
eyes.
END
Ann Douglas
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