“What the hell?” she whispered.
The butch heard her. She looked up and winked at Linda before kissing the top of her girlfriend’s exposed breast. Without breaking eye contact, she tugged the dark shirt to the side and captured a nipple beneath her teeth. The girl groaned and bucked frantically. Her head rolled to the side, but Linda doubted she was aware of anything but the orgasm building up inside of her.
“Lin, got another one.”
With a last look at the brunette, she turned her head and peered between the seats. A mop of short blonde hair bobbed up and down in a man’s lap. Her tongue twirled around his fat cock, leaving a shiny trail of saliva down the shaft. The man grunted; his fingers entwined in her hair. As Linda watched, he guided her head down his penis, until her lips made contact with its hairy base.
A deep cry pulled Linda’s attention to the other side of the plane. Two men sat next to each other. A dark-skinned girl sat astride one, hips bucking frantically as she rode him. The other licked her bare nipples and played with her asshole. She looked at her husband, but his gaze was fixed on the threesome.
His hand caressed the growing bulge in his jeans.
“Eric.”
“Hmm?” He didn’t look at her, but rubbed his erection harder as the girl humped her partner more vigorously.
“Eric!” She grabbed him until he turned to face her. “What the hell are we going to do?”
He reached for her. “When in Rome…”
She swatted his hand away. “Stop it. Where’s our stewardess? She’s got to know about this.”
Eric peered into the aisle. “I could be wrong, but I think that’s her four aisles up. And I think she knows.”
Linda slumped back in the chair. Every seat on the plane sported people either having sex or watching another couple. Moans came from the row in front; Linda assumed Marjorie must be having her own fun but she didn’t want to look.
She turned back to the lesbians beside them. The brunette had come. The butch stroked her face, while kissing and whispering to her. Suddenly, Linda felt incredibly left out. Here she was on her anniversary, her first in fact, and not only had she not had sex of any kind, she’d spent most of it fighting with her husband. And over what? A misdirected flight?
The butch caught her eye and said something to her girlfriend. The brunette glanced at them over her shoulder and smiled.
Linda averted her eyes, embarrassed to be caught staring at such a personal moment.
“It’s okay.”
Linda turned back. “What?”
“I said it’s okay.” The butch smiled and nipped her girlfriend’s ear. “She likes to be watched.”
The brunette giggled. “She does, too.” She extended her hand across the aisle. Her blouse was still open and a breast spilled out. “I’m Terri. This is Sue.”
Eric shook her hand, his eyes never leaving her exposed chest. “Eric and Linda.”
Terri smiled. “Linda’s a pretty name. It suits you.”
“Thanks,” Linda replied, chagrined to find her voice sounded shy. “I mean, it works.”
“Yeah. So what are you guys into?”
“Excuse me?”
“I mean, do you like to be watched, or are you more the voyeuristic type?”
Linda’s cheeks were getting warmer. She couldn’t seem to pull her gaze from Terri’s nipple. “Umm, nothing. I mean, normal stuff.”
Sue bit her lover’s shoulder. “I think I know what she needs.”
“What?” Linda snapped.
“How’d you like her to eat your pussy?”
“No!” Linda blurted the response without thinking. “I mean, don’t you think you should ask her that?”
“She loves to do it. Tell her, baby?”
Terri nodded, her eyes brightening. “It’d be my pleasure.”
Linda shook her head. This was getting too weird for her. “I’ll pass. But…thanks.”
Terri looked disappointed and when Linda looked at Eric, he did too.
“You should give it a try,” he whispered.
“She’s a girl,” she hissed back, trying to keep her voice low.
“So? Aren’t you the one who said girls could do it better?”
She looked at him incredulously. “That was college! I don’t know them. And we’re on an airplane!”
“Along with the rest of Orgy Central.” He kissed her forehead. “I bet you’d look totally hot with her between your legs. Think of it as my anniversary present.”
Linda looked back at Terri’s eager face and the rest of her
arguments disappeared. She was horny. Why should she be the only one not getting any?
“Fine. Okay, I guess so. Why not?”
Terri scrambled out of her chair. Eric kissed his wife and relinquished his seat. He settled in next to Sue.
Linda tried to smile at the brunette standing over her. “Hi,” she squeaked.
Terri slowly rubbed Linda’s thighs. “Relax, Linda.”
“You know,” she heard Eric say to Sue, “I think this is the first time the whole trip she’s been silent.”
With a swift yank, Terri pulled Linda to the edge of the plush seat. She knelt in the aisle and started unbuckling Linda’s pants.
Linda became aware of the passengers around them turning to see what was happening.
So,
she thought,
the watcher becomes the watched.
She threw her arms over her face to block the others out.
Linda’s legs were pushed apart and Terri’s warm breath flowed over her pussy. Her hips lifted up, anxious to feel the woman’s mouth. Terri obliged with a light flick of the tongue across her hole. She moaned and her legs fell farther apart.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let her pleasure you.”
Linda moved her arms to see a strange hand caressing her. Marjorie had turned around and was watching with unabashed curiosity. Linda glanced down at Terri; all she could see was the top of the woman’s streaked hair. It was odd looking down and knowing that the person sending shocks through her body was female.
Terri made good on her promise. In a few short minutes, Linda lay clutching Marjorie’s hand, while she begged for release.
“Oh my god.” Terri’s tongue pressed against her clit and she came with a loud moan.
“Was I right?” Sue stood behind Terri and massaged her shoulders.
Linda nodded, too weak to do much else. “She’s great.”
Terri climbed on Linda and kissed her on the mouth. After a moment’s hesitation, Linda kissed her back. Linda allowed herself to explore the other woman’s body, the soft curves of her back and shoulders, her round cheeks. Everything was so different from Eric’s muscles.
Sue bent over Terri. Her pants were gone; instead a purple dildo jutted from her pelvis. She wound one hand in Terri’s hair and pulled her back toward her. Linda watched the passion between the two, the delight in their touch, and suddenly missed her husband. Eric wasn’t a bad guy when it came down to it, just a tad bit irresponsible at times. But he always tried to be good to her and put up with her crap, which she had been dishing out more than normal lately.
She looked past the couple for her husband. Eric was sitting in the same seat, but now their stewardess sat on his lap, skirt hiked around her waist. Her hips swiveled, driven by the rhythm of his fingers plunging into her.
All her loving thoughts flew out of her mind as she watched the girl bounce and squeal. If she wasn’t mistaken, he had wanted to watch. He never said anything about entertaining some shrieking floozy.
He caught her watching him. “I love you,” he mouthed.
She glowered, but blew him a kiss and turned back to Terri. Sue pressed her back onto Linda’s body and pushed the dildo into her.
Linda gripped Terri’s body and clutched her tightly as Sue thrust. Every pump went through Linda, and as Terri came, Linda felt the spasms reverberate through her body.
Sue lifted Terri off Linda and cradled her limp body in the
aisle. The stewardess had moved on to another man, leaving Eric alone. His hand rubbed his erection; he hadn’t come either. Linda decided to make her move before someone else did.
“Hey, Eric.” She shook her foot at him. “Need some help?”
He jumped up and dropped his pants. Linda got a quick glimpse of his throbbing cock before he climbed on top of her.
He paused—the head of his penis pressed against her hole. “You sure?”
“Come on.” She groaned as he slid inside her. “After all, when in Rome…”
Cheryl pulled into the gate and hit the intercom button. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Miami. For those of you continuing on with us, the bus will be waiting outside of the baggage claim. Everyone else, enjoy your time in Florida.”
Aubrey hopped in Cheryl’s lap and grabbed the mike. “Take your time getting to the bus; we might be a bit late.” They heard a loud cheer from the cabin.
“She’s so naughty, isn’t she?” Cheryl giggled and disconnected. “I didn’t think I was going to make it all six hours.”
Aubrey kissed her. “A few more minutes and we’re free to fuck as we please.” They opened the door to watch the passengers deplane. The new couple walked down the aisle, holding hands.
Krista winked at the man and wished them a safe trip. “Good-bye Eric, Linda. I hope you fly with us again.”
Eric looked at Linda, who smiled slowly. “Count on it.”
THE GIRL MOST LIKELY
Kristina Wright
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indy Harris?”
I jolted at hearing my name—my maiden name—spoken by a deep male voice as I settled into my seat. The plane was crowded, I was trying to avoid hitting anyone in the head with my overstuffed carry-on, and the last thing I needed was to spend an eight-hour flight to London chatting it up with an old high school chum.
Then I looked at him and was taken back fifteen years, to my senior year in high school and my first true love.
His face had changed, though I supposed mine had, as well. I knew my hair was different—longer and darker than the short blonde cut I’d had back then—but he had recognized me immediately while I wasn’t sure I would have picked him out of a crowd.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me,” he said with that old familiar smirk.
I found myself smiling in response. “Max Viannetti. Wow.”
“Yeah, wow.”
We were interrupted by the flight attendant coming by to make sure our tray tables were up and our seats were in the upright position. After she passed by, I shook my head. “This is surreal. I haven’t seen you since—”
“Prom.”
I winced. Yeah, I’d kind of forgotten that our sweet love affair had ended on a sour note.
“Water under the bridge,” he said, his voice unlike what I remembered, but the tilt of his head as familiar as my own reflection. “How are you?”
I hesitated, then closed my eyes wearily. “Loaded question. I’m supposed to say ‘fine,’ right?”
He laughed. “It’s a long flight. I think you can say more than ‘fine.’”
I felt the prick of embarrassing and inappropriate tears behind my eyelids. I knew my eyes were glistening brightly when I looked at him and his concerned expression told me I wasn’t doing a good job of faking joy.
“Hey, sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
I waved him off. “No, I’m just tired. It’s been a long month. I just got divorced.”
The word was bitter and hot on my tongue, though I’d had more than a year to get used to it. Blurting it out to a man I hadn’t seen in fifteen years and had parted ways with under less than the best of circumstances just reinforced how utterly worn out I was these days.
“Sorry to hear that,” he said, and sounded sincere. “Been there, done that, myself. It’s miserable, even when it’s necessary.”
I nodded. That summed it up. “Anyway, I’m off to London for a much-needed holiday. How about you?”
“Wedding,” he said with a grimace. “My best friend from law school.”
“I didn’t know you were an attorney.” I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. Max had once been an integral part of my everyday life. I had loved him, once; probably still did in that way that young love never really dies.
“I’m not,” he said. “I teach law. Decided early on I preferred theory to practice.”
“Smart man.”
Somehow, I had missed the fact that we had taxied and taken off. Me, who hated flying and got nauseous on takeoff and landing, had missed the worst part. I smiled at Max.
“I’m glad I ran into you. It’s nice to catch up.”
And catch up, we did. For the next two hours, through our rather unappetizing dinner, we talked—about law school for him and design school for me, his failed marriage and mine, mutual friends from high school who had drifted in and out of each of our lives—we talked about everything but the past.
As I nestled into my seat with a blanket over my lap and an airline pillow jammed against the headrest, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep postdinner, Max raised the armrest between us. I jumped at the touch of his hand on my thigh, a sense of the unfamiliar colliding with some very intense memories. His soft chuckle made me relax.
“I was a jerk back then,” he said softly, the first reference to our history he’d made since we’d started talking. “An arrogant jackass who thought I was entitled to score on prom night, if no other time.”
I felt my face flush hotly. It wasn’t something I wanted to rehash. I’d been a good girl in high school—a good girl who didn’t believe in premarital sex. That had only lasted until the second semester of freshman year at Georgetown when I
succumbed to what I believed was love and had a lackluster experience. I had spent a long time regretting saying no to Max so many nights and losing him because of it. It really wasn’t something I wanted to talk about.
I turned my head toward the aisle. “S’okay,” I mumbled. “I was a goody-goody who thought I was saving myself for something better.”
“We had some fun though,” he said, his voice stirring something inside me. “Didn’t we?”