Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2000 21:02:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-22

As my little crew approached the check-in at Central-Air, the woman
behind the counter seemed distressed.  Her breathing was coming in
short gasps, as if she was in pain.  The poor dear, it must be that
time of the month for her.  I told the twins to relax while Alixia and
I got the boarding passes, and checked in our limited luggage.  It's
amazing how little weight you need when all you expect to wear for the
next week is a bikini or possibly a sheer bath-robe.

"You poor dear," I told the tall brunette who groaned a tiny bit and
gave me a wan smile.  "Four of us on flight 431 to Miami.  Just take
your time."

She did take her time.  In between the moments when her eyes closed and
she seemed unable to move, she pecked at the keys of her reservation
computer.  "Oh, yes!" she whispered.  Then looking at me she corrected
herself, "I mean, oh no!  The damned terminal's acting up again."

She poked a few more buttons, then her eyes closed again.  "Yes!  Come
on baby!  Just like that!  I'm cumming!"  Her eyes flew open again and
she looked at me, "I mean, it's coming.  You boarding passes are
coming.  Oh Yes!"

Sure enough, a printer started up and four cardboard passes began to
erupt onto the counter.  "Oh so good!  Ohhhh..." our check-in girl
moaned, and with shaky hands began to stuff our boarding passes into
the ticket envelopes.  By this time I would have to be blind, not to
know that there was something going on that didn't meet the eye, and
the counter girl knew it too.  She pushed her stool back from the
counter, hastily adjusting the hem of her skirt so that I only got the
quickest flash of her naked pubes.  Then she looked down under the
counter and said, "Oh, thank-you Alondra!  Everything seems to be
working perfectly now!"

Out from under the counter crawled a lovely young woman, with a
screwdriver in one hand and some kind of electronic gadget in the other
hand.  Her white shirt had a few smudges on the back, from being under
the counter, and the glistening smear across her mouth told volumes
about what she had really been fixing under there.  The girl named
Alondra had a deep tan, dusty blonde hair, and boobs that seemed ready
to burst her shirt open at any opportunity.  She wiped her mouth with
the back of her sleeve, and grinned at me.

"Kathy," she asked the check-in clerk, "How many passengers are there
for executive class on flight 413?"

Kathy typed for a moment on her keyboard, then reported, "None.  I
guess the new ultra-luxury version of executive class is too expensive
to be attracting a lot of customers."

"Well then, why don't you upgrade these ladies to executive class, and
they can keep me company while I'm dead-heading back to Miami?"

"Good idea," the tall brunette replied, "'cause I have a waiting list
in economy.  Ma'am, if you'll just give me back those boarding passes,
I can issue you new ones for executive class.  Would that be OK?"

Of course I accepted the upgrade to executive class, as the two airline
employees kept chatting.  "Where do you have to go next?"  Kathy asked.

"To some place called Santa Piņata in the Caribbean.  It's just a
charter flight, and the place is supposed to have no computers at all.
Apparently air traffic control is some guy in a beach-front bar with a
radio in one hand and a tequila in the other.  The company wants me to
find out what kind of power grid they have, and other stuff in case
they want to start running regular flights."

"Well, have a good trip!"  Kathy told her, and the blonde approached
me.  "Welcome to Central-Air.  I'm Alondra, computer-tech
extra-ordinaire, and how would you like to accompany me to the
executive-class lounge?"

The lounge turned out to be small and cozy, with a big window looking
down on the twin-engined jet that was about to take us to our
connection in Miami.  There were six couches, each long enough to
stretch out on, a bar, and two doors with the traditional man and women
stick figure labels.  The woman behind the bar greeted us, "Hi, I'm
Lanie, and I'll be your hostess from here to Miami.  If there's any
little thing you need, please ask.  How about a drink?"

We all placed our orders, and Lanie didn't ask the age of the
17-year-old twins before bringing their Chablis.  I headed for the door
with the skirted figure to freshen up.  I had just finished splashing
water on my face, and was reaching for a towel when Alondra the
computer-tech came in with an extra shirt over her arm, and promptly
started to unbutton the one she was wearing.  "You folks have family in
Miami?" she asked.

"No, in fact we're all going the same place as you, Santa Piņata."

"A couple of weeks of fun in the sun?" she asked.

"More of a working vacation," I told her, "It's the convention of the
National Lingerie Manufacturers Association."

"Sounds like great work!" Alondra said as she peeled off her smudged
shirt, revealing gorgeous breasts held by a heavily reinforced lace
bra.

Just then, Jessica walked in.  "Mom!  Can't I trust you to behave
yourself ever?  You've only been in here for a minute, and already
you've got this lady's blouse off!"  With a long look at Alondra, she
added, "Nice tits, lady.  If my mom was volunteering to suck on them,
you should let her.  She's real good at it.  Cum to think of it, so am
I!"  My brazen daughter walked right up to this woman and cradled her
breasts in both hands.

I held my breath, waiting for Alondra to slap Jessie across the face,
but instead she wrapped her arms around Jessie and kissed her, slowly
and thoroughly.  "Mmmm," Jessie murmured as they broke off their kiss,
"The sweet taste of check-in clerk."  Alondra didn't resist as Jessies'
roving hands released the front closure of her bra, and her breasts
heaved out, hardly sagging at all.  The sight was too much for either
Jessie or I to resist, and we enthusiastically each took one of her
hard little nipples into our mouths.

Alondra moaned as we sucked at her lovely tits, and my hand sought her
knee, then began to move higher.  I didn't feel the hem of her skirt as
my fingers traced up her thigh, but then I discovered the reason.
Jessie was already massaging her pussy through her panties.  My hand
joined my daughter's, feeling the wet cloth between Alondra's thighs.

Our pretty computer girl was gasping in pleasure, and sounded like she
was almost cumming, when the door was opened.  I looked up into the
eyes of our flight hostess Lanie.  She was staring at us with wide
eyes, "Uh, Ladies, it's time to board the aircraft.  Please follow me."


Poor Alondra!  Jessie and I were having such a good time with her, and
we had gotten her all worked up, just to stop before her climax so we
could get on the airplane.  But all was not lost.  I thought I detected
a tiny look of lust in the eyes of Lanie, our flight attendant.

As we stepped on board the jet, Lanie greeted us and asked if she could
take our jackets, which she hung up with practiced professionalism in a
little aluminum closet.  "Welcome to our new private executive service.
It features a small enclosed area so you can have your private business
conferences without being overheard by cabin staff or other
passengers." She showed us into a little cabin that looked like
something out of an old railway car.  There were two benches facing
each other, and Lanie showed us how to make a table appear between us,
in case we wanted to have a business conference complete with tons of
paper.  Lanie made sure we had our seat belts securely fastened, "You
ladies make yourselves comfortable, and I'll be back shortly after
take-off."

Alondra sat between Jessie and Alixia, across from Elizabeth and me, as
the airplane taxied toward the runway, then roared off into the sky.
All the time I was looking into the computer girl's eyes, as Jessie who
was sitting next to her stroked her thigh.  Alixia and Elizabeth were
aware that something was going on, and Ali's teasing fingers joined
Jessie's in teasing between Alondra's thighs.

Several minutes after take-off, there was a small ping, and the 'fasten
seat belts' sign blinked off.  The compartment door slid open, and
there was Lanie.  "Can I get you ladies anything?"

"Why don't you sit down here between Elizabeth and me?" I patted the
empty seat beside me.  Our stewardess hesitated, then slid in between
my daughter and me.  I could see that her eyes were riveted to
Alondra's spread thighs, as Ali and Jessie's fingers were drawing
little circles higher and higher toward her twat.  I leaned over and
whispered in her ear, "Did you know that we're all going to a lingerie
convention?  I'd like to do some market research.  Do you prefer satin
or lace or cotton?"

Clearly flustered, Lanie responded, "I,  I actually like, the new lycra
things made by some of the new companies like EROS."

I was so happy to hear that, that I grabbed her and kissed her!  She
seemed startled, but kissed me back with fervor.  "Are you wearing EROS
underwear right now?"

"Oh yes!  I love their sexy designs!"

"Well, we're sales people for EROS, and we never wear anyone else's
lingerie!"  I told her, and suddenly my daughters and I joined me in
pulling our clothes off to show her the lovely bras and panties we all
wore.  Ali wasn't far behind, and in moments we were four almost- naked
women plus two airline workers locked in a tiny compartment at 30,000
feet.

"Oh, I love those!"  Lanie pointed at Jessie's panties.  "I saw them in
a catalog, and I was going to order them!"

"Really?"  Jessie responded, "Here, why don't you try them on?" and she
quickly slid her panties down her long slim legs, exposing her recently
denuded pussy.  Ali slipped down to kneel on the floor, and reached up
under Lanie's skirt to help remove her panties, so she could try on
Jessie's.

Just then we felt a series of mild bumps, and the captain's voice came
over the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, we seem to be encountering a
bit of clear-air turbulence.  Please return to your seats and fasten
your seat belts.  This shouldn't be too rough, and we anticipate calmer
air in 15 to 20 minutes."

Well, we six were so busy exchanging underwear and generally feeling
each other up that we hardly heard the announcement.  The next bump
threw Alondra and Jessie on the floor next to Alixia, and in the tangle
of naked arms and legs that ensued, each of them ended up with their
faces in the crotches of one of the three on my side.  Alondra finished
what Ali had begun, and ripped Lanie's panties off before plunging
face-first into Lanie's crotch.  Alondra seemed to be one of the most
eager pussy-eaters I had ever met!

Alixia turned from Lanie to the serious business of pleasuring
Elizabeth, while Jessie attacked my pussy with the energy I love her
for.  The airplane continued to bump, banging our eager pussies up into
the hungry mouths that devoured us.  Every bump came totally
unexpected, giving those tongue lashings a delicious taste of the
unpredictable.  I never knew when the next bit of turbulence was going
to drive Jessie's tongue deeper into me, and both Lanie and Liz seemed
equally excited.

"Oh!  Yes!  Do Me!" Lanie started to thrash around so that Liz and I
had to protect ourselves from her flying elbows, as she came in a great
torrent of girl juice all over Alondra's mouth.  Of course, that sexy
sight was enough to drive both Elizabeth and me over the edge as two
talented tongues tangoed with our twats, and we became a trio of
sex-maddened women convulsing in orasmic unison.

When I managed to catch my breath, I encouraged Jessie to get back up
into her seat, as I slipped down to the floor and urged her thighs
apart.  Lanie and Liz followed suit with their partners, and each of us
reached to open the gates of heaven.  After all, at 30,000 feet, we had
to be very close.
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Dear Readers, sorry for the delay in getting this story out.  May you
all find the woman of your dreams in the new millenium!