by Lindy Hudis
“Oh, God!” Desiree screamed out her satisfaction as she climaxed for a second time.
Matt’s hard, throbbing thrusts continued. He grunted as he clenched his teeth. A huge red vein in his neck popped out as he shook with his orgasm. A loud groan escaped from his lips as his body began to convulse and shiver.
Devon, not wanting to be left out, grabbed her own sopping wet pussy and squeezed her index finger deep inside. She half-closed her eyes and began to moan, tweaking one hard, pink nipple with her other hand. Matt, sweaty and exhausted, collapsed on top of Desiree. Both turned to watch as Devon shuddered with her self-induced climax.
There was another loud pounding on the door, jarring the three of them back into reality. “I beg your pardon, but some of us need to use the facilities.” the voice of the little old lady was heard through the closed door. Desiree giggled, and began to wipe her dripping box with some toilet paper.
“I guess we better go.” Matt wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and pulled his pants up. As Devon and Desiree began to get dressed, the pounding on the door continued.
“Shit, just a second, we’re coming,” Matt shouted at the door.
“We just did.” Desiree snickered, and Devon playfully tweaked her nipple. Matt swung the door open, and the little gray-haired old lady stood there with her hands on her hips, giving them disapproving glances. Devon and Desiree gave each other a knowing look, and they exited the tiny lavatory. Once in the aisle, the buxom, blonde flight attendant glared at them, as she showed Matt back to his seat.
“This bathroom is for first class only,” she snapped. She pointed her long manicured, index finger towards the back of the plane. Giggling, Devon and Desiree made their way back to their seats. A few of the passengers gave them curious glances.
Once back in their seats, they burst into laughter.
“Well, how do you like being in the mile-high club?” Devon asked, her emerald eyes sparkling.
“Umm, I’m not sure . . . I think I need another initiation.” Desiree winked.
“You just may get your chance.” Devon nodded, as the blonde stewardess approached them, carrying a bottle of Dom Perignon. She plunked it down on the tray table in front of Devon.
“This is compliments of the gentleman in first class,” she said with a sneer. She set down two champagne glasses, and sauntered off.
“Wow.” Desiree snatched up the note that was attached, and opened it.
“Now, that is one classy guy.” Devon began to unwrap the aluminum foil around the cork.
“You’re the sexiest women I’ve ever met. Thank you for a great time! Want to do it again? Meet me you know where,” Desiree read the note aloud, and Devon popped open the bottle and began to pour them some of the bubbly liquid.
“Oh, I am getting wet just thinking about it.” Devon squealed with delight.
“Yeah, but what about that blonde stewardess? She’s watching us like a hawk.”
Desiree looked up in time to see the stewardess staring at her, keeping a careful vigil.
“I told you, let me handle her.” Devon winked as she sipped her champagne.
Desiree smiled and took a sip of her bubbly. She looked out the window and watched the billowing white clouds float by against the bright blue sky. As she finished her glass of champagne, she glanced at Devon, who was becoming quite tipsy from the booze.
“How many hours until we land in New York?” Desiree asked her.
“Sweetie, we have plenty of time.” Devon smiled at her drunkenly.
“I want to go play with our cock.” Desiree licked her lips, and unbuckled her seatbelt. Devon sighed and stood up, following Desiree as she walked towards the first class cabin. They were stopped at the dividing curtain by the blonde flight attendant.
“Ladies, where do you think you’re going?” she asked curtly.
“We are going to have a threesome in the bathroom with that hot guy over there,” Devon stated matter-of-factly.
“Oh, really?” the flight attendant raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” Devon thrust her chest out at her, nipples at attention.
“I’m sorry, but you have disrupted our first class section enough already this morning. I am afraid that I cannot allow you up here.” She shook her head, and eyed Devon. Devon, who was a little drunk, knew exactly what to do. She leaned in close, and whispered something into the flight attendant’s ear. The stewardess looked at Devon for a second, then blushed. She suddenly smiled at Desiree, and turned and sauntered away.
“What did you say to her?” Desiree asked, her mouth open.
“I told her that you could make her have multiple orgasms with your tongue.” Devon grinned.
“What?”
“The only way she will let us in there is if we let her join us.” Devon cocked her head knowingly.
“Oh, I see. Kind of like . . . if you’re having a party, and you don’t want your neighbors complaining . . .”
“You invite them to the party, and that is just what I did with Miss Thing over there. Now let’s get Matt, and throw a little party of our own.” Devon shimmied her large breasts against Desiree’s shoulder, then ambled over to Matt. He was kicking back in his luxurious first class seat, looking happy and relaxed. Thankfully, most of the passengers in first class were asleep, so they could slip into the bathroom without anyone noticing.
Devon leaned over to Matt, her breath in his face. “Pardon me, but I hear that you’re the best lay in first class,” Devon purred.
“Oh, yeah? And where have you heard that?” Matt whispered, feeling the beginnings of a stiff erection.
“From my girlfriend over there.” She winked.
“Uh huh.”
“So, is it my turn now?” Devon grinned at him cozily.
“Well, I never turn down a lady.” Matt smiled, and got up from his seat. The three of them proceeded to the lavatory, and snuck in one at a time. To their surprise, the blonde flight attendant was already in there, buck naked and ready for some action. She had a fantastic body, with full, voluptuous breasts, and a beautiful, round ass. She also had a huge mound of blonde pubic hair, which she was lazily twirling with her index finger.
“So, I want to have a multiple, just like I was promised,” she said, smiling at Desiree.
“Wow!” Matt grinned with delight and disbelief.
“Yup, the gang’s all here. Time for us to party.” Devon closed the door behind them, as they all squeezed into the tiny bathroom.
“I have always wanted to have my pussy eaten in here. Now my fantasy is about to come true,” the flight attendant said, as she placed the lid down on the tiny metal toilet.
She sat down on it and spread her legs wide. Grinning, Desiree knelt down in front of her and gave her clit a gentle lick. A soft moan escaped the flight attendant’s lips.
Matt turned to Devon, and she licked her lips.
“Fuck me standing up,” she whispered in his ear, and she reached down to unzip his fly. His huge erection popped out in her hand. He then proceeded to lift up her t-shirt, and sucked hungrily on her erect nipples.
“Ohhhhh . . . God!” Devon threw back her head in passion, under the heat of the delicate assault. Matt jerked her jeans off, and tossed them aside. He lifted her leg up, missing Desiree’s head, and stuck his finger deep into her wet box.
“You like that?” Matt whispered.
“Mmmmm . . . ” Devon murmured, as she started to shake with pleasure.
“What else do you want?” Matt breathed heavily in her ear.
“I want it.” Devon panted.
Down on the floor, at her feet, the flight attendant threw back her head as she came, while Desiree kept plunging her tongue in and out of her sopping pussy. Devon watched as Desiree pointed her tongue, and stroked it rapidly across the flight attendant’s hard clit, a technique that Devon had used on Desiree many times. The stewardess clutched one breast, tweaking her erect, pink nipple, and grabbed Desiree by the hair with
her other hand.
“Do you want my cock?” Matt had ripped off his shirt, revealing his hard, masculine chest, covered with just the right amount of black, curly hair.
“Mmmmm . . . ” Devon moaned as he tightly gripped her thigh.
“Tell me you want my cock,” Matt demanded, barely audible over the flight attendant’s loud moans of pleasure.
“I want your cock,” Devon pleaded breathlessly, grabbing him by his tight buns.
“Beg for it,” he told her, opening her legs up more, so she was spread eagle against the wall of the tiny bathroom.
“I want it.”
“Say please . . . beg for it,” he said, sticking his tongue deep into her ear.
“Please,” Devon whispered, as the wetness between her legs poured out of her, and she could barely hold back anymore.
“Say please . . . beg for my cock . . . now!” Matt shouted, startling her.
Desiree and the flight attendant had now switched places, and Desiree was sitting on the metal toilet, her thighs opened wide. The stewardess was busy with her face between Desiree’s legs. Matt pulled hard on Devon’s red hair.
“Say it! Say please . . . beg for my cock,” Matt said, as he held his throbbing, purple warrior.
“Please, I want your hard cock . . . I need it now . . . please.” Devon was begging now, as she felt her hot juices running down her thighs, soaking her legs.
“You want it—here it is,” Matt whispered, and entered Devon with a sudden thrust.
“Oh . . . hmmmm,” Devon cried out as he fucked her hard against the wall, pushing his cock in and out. Devon hoped that the wall would hold up against Matt’s hard thrusting. Devon could feel her body begin to climax as Matt picked her up and held her higher against the wall. His thrusting became faster and faster, and he began to sweat and moan. He rammed himself deep into her pussy with quick, jabbing motions, and Devon threw her head back and exploded.
“Ahhhh . . .” Devon shuddered, as she gripped Matt’s black hair. His body began to jerk and convulse as he shouted out his satisfaction. He gripped Devon’s buttocks and shoved his manhood deep into her. They were both soaking wet. Devon began to unwrap her legs from around his waist. Down on the floor, Desiree was having a climax of her own, as the flight attendant’s tongue was licking her pink pussy lips up and down. Desiree’s thighs were soaked, and the flight attendant’s face was covered with Desiree’s juice. Finally, Desiree threw her head back and screamed, clutching the flight attendant by her blonde hair. Both girls were exhausted, panting and dripping with sweat. Desiree winked at Devon.
“Ok, I guess I’d better get back to work.” The flight attendant smiled sheepishly, and slowly began to put her uniform back on.
“I need a nap after that workout.” Matt grinned and pulled his pants up.
“Yeah, me too.” Desiree grinned and pulled up her panties. As Devon was pulling her jeans up, there was a frantic knock on the door.
“Hey, I gotta go.” A muffled voice was heard from the other side of the door.
“Coming,” the flight attendant called out, as she tucked her shirt into her skirt. She adjusted her scarf and hastily opened the door.
“I hope she doesn’t get fired for that,” Desiree said, splashing cold water on her face.
“No way, this airline should charge extra for her services.” Desiree winked. A nervous little man with wire-rimmed glasses scooted into the bathroom.
“Sorry to interrupt your little party, but I gotta take a piss,” the man said, as he pushed his way over to the metal toilet. He lifted the lid and began to unzip his fly.
“I’m outta here.” Matt hastily made his exit, with Devon and Desiree following. Matt sat in his seat, just as the blonde flight attendant handed him a pillow and blanket. Devon and Desiree ambled back to their seats, and promptly collapsed into them.
“So, did you have fun?” Devon asked, her eyes sleepy.
“Totally. Did you?” Desiree grinned.
“Always.” Devon stared out the window, gazing at the clouds, until she drifted off to sleep.
The sudden announcement from the pilot roused them both awake.
“This is your captain speaking. Unfortunately, due to the weather in New York, we will have to circle over LaGuardia until the tower signals us that it’s safe to land. We apologize for the delay. Just sit tight, and we should be making our descent into the New York area shortly.”
“What the hell?” Devon sat up and rubbed her eyes.
“We can’t land yet. It’s totally storming in New York.” Desiree rolled her eyes.
“Shit, I forgot about the weather back east. I’m used to California weather,” Devon said.
“This is bullshit. I want to get off this plane,” Desiree said, getting jittery and feeling claustrophobic. A flash of lightning, followed by a loud clap of thunder, rattled the back of the aircraft, close to where the girls were sitting. People were starting to get restless, and the flight attendants began giving out coffee and bottled water. The lights of Manhattan were barely visible through the black storm clouds, and Desiree tightly gripped Devon’s hand as the plane started to tilt to the right. Devon calmly reached into her purse and pulled out her make-up mirror. She painted on a bright pink mouth and smacked her lips. Desiree continued to stare out the window at the dark, foreboding sky.
“It’s ok. We’re just circling the airport until we have clearance to land.” Devon smiled gently at her nervous friend.
“I know. I just don’t like it.” Desiree’s knuckles turned white against Devon’s hand. She wished she was allowed to smoke on the plane.
“Well, I know a way we can pass the time, and get your mind off things.” Devon licked her full, glossy lips and ran her hand up Desiree’s thigh.
“Oh, no. I am not in the mood for that right now. Besides, we have to stay in our seats.
“The ‘fasten seatbelts’ sign is on. We can’t go up to first class to get Mr. Hot Dick.” Desiree eyed Devon knowingly.
“No, I mean just us.” Devon sank back into her seat, and called for the stewardess. As Devon asked for a pillow and extra blanket, she reached up to turn the overhead light off, leaving them in the murky darkness. Outside, the wind began to blow, and the rain continued to come down in sheets. Lightning and thunder ripped through the sky, and the flight attendants scurried back and forth.
“Devon, this will never work. Not here.” Desiree shook her head reluctantly.
“Oh, come on. Nobody will pay any attention,” Devon said.
“I doubt that,” Desiree whispered back.
“Besides, you need the stress relief.” Devon covered them with the blanket, and reached down to gently unbuckle Desiree’s jeans. Another sudden clap of thunder shook the plane, and Devon and Desiree snuggled down under the blanket.
“Don’t! Devon . . . not here!” Desiree pleaded, not really wanting her lover to stop.
“Oh, but the bathroom was ok?” Devon whispered in her ear as she wiggled a finger into Desiree’s panties and rubbed her clit.
“That was not out in the open.” Desiree snuck under the covers as another giant clap of thunder startled them. The captain turned off all the lights in the cabin, except the tiny ones on the aisle, and they sat in the darkness.
“Ohhhh . . .” Desiree began to moan and squirm as Devon went to work on her pussy. Desiree immediately became wet as a river, and her hips began to grind in a circular motion.
“Like that?” Devon whispered, barely audible over the thunderstorm outside the window
“Ummmm . . . nice.” Desiree spread her legs wider, and enjoyed the ride. She closed her eyes and sighed again. Devon began to massage her rapidly swelling clit.
“How about now?” Devon whispered in Desiree’s ear. The giant bang of thunder that shook the plane went unnoticed by Desiree, as she turned her pelvis towards Devon. The passengers were none the wiser, as they gazed out the window in the darkened cabin.
“Hmmmmm . . .” Desiree threw her head back
and moaned with pleasure as she felt her hot juices begin to soak her womanhood. Devon plunged her index finger deep into Desiree’s pussy. She tucked her head under the blanket and moved her lips to Desiree’s nipple. Devon flicked her tongue rapidly over the sensitive tip, and gently sucked the erect pink nipple.
“Oh . . . ” Desiree squealed, as she started to squirm under the blanket. The captain made some announcement about the aircraft starting to make its final approach, but neither Devon nor Desiree seemed to notice or care. Desiree giggled as she climaxed under the blanket, and reached down to do the same to Devon. As the plane began its decent into LaGuardia, the lights of New York got bigger and bigger. Desiree, unnoticed by the other passengers, bent her head down to take a quick nibble of Devon’s nipple, while she rubbed her clit.
“Oh, are you naughty today.” Devon sighed, as she playfully pushed Desiree’s hand away.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Desiree smiled as the plane touched down on the wet runway, and the cabin lights suddenly came on.
“I guess we will just have to wait until we get to the taxi. It’s a long ride from LaGuardia to the Waldorf Astoria.” Devon winked, tucking in her shirt. The aircraft touched down with a thud, and the anxious passengers were quick to grab their luggage and bags. As the plane slowed down as it approached the runway, Desiree checked her make-up, and applied gloss to her full lips.
“I’m ready to take on the Big Apple.” Desiree grinned.
“And it is ready for you.” Devon smiled back, unfastening her seatbelt. As the aircraft came to a complete stop, the passengers shuffled out, one by one. When the crowd began to thin, the girls grabbed their bags from the overhead compartment, and made their way down the narrow aisle. As they passed through the first class section, they noticed that the first class bathroom was occupied. She also noticed that Mr. Hot Cock’s jacket and briefcase were still in his seat, and the blonde flight attendant was nowhere to be found. Devon gave Desiree a knowing look.
