Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2006 16:59:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Catherine Love <prime_radiance@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Friendliest Skies

This story is a work of fiction, and is copyright 2006 by Catherine Love.
Comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated.


THE FRIENDLIEST SKIES


The flight was made longer by the fact that a week had passed without any
release. As close as I may feel to my sister, she is a very light sleeper.
She would have heard even the change in my breathing in that little
guestroom we shared at my parents' house. To make matters worse, the rest
of the family had the entire visit scheduled to the last minute. Ten
minutes in the shower was barely enough time to soap up, much
less...anything else.

Luckily, my flight home was far from fully booked. I found myself seated in
the last row of the aircraft. The row to the side and a few in front were
completely empty. The cabin lights dimmed after take off. I slid a blanket
over myself to hide what the near darkness might not.

The tender flesh between my legs quivered as I slowly trailed one finger
across. I could feel how damp the digit became with even that bare touch.
Suppressing a sigh, I slid it beneath one leg band. I was aching to
penetrate myself, but wanted to make sure that I maximized my enjoyment.
Teasingly, I let the tip flicker in and out. As it did, I moved my free
hand to cup one covered breast.

The hairs by my ear shivered softly as a voice suddenly whispered, "Ma'am,
are you all right?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and responded in the softest, most
embarrassed murmur, "Yes. I'm fine."

I struggled to meet the blue-eyed gaze of the flight attendant. There was
just enough light to make out concern on her unlined, heart-shaped face.
Her lower lip was slightly fuller than the top, although both were formed
with a tantalizing curve to them. Her eyes flickered briefly to my
blanket. Those delicious lips moved to barely graze my ear.

"It just seemed," she said, slowly stretching one hand to seek the one
between my legs, "that you might need a little bit of help."

I stared at her, stunned. I could feel my finger tip slipping out of my
wetness. Never breaking eye contact, she removed my hand from
concealment. She seemed to wear the tiniest of smiles as she raised her
finger to her lips. My gasp couldn't be suppressed as she sucked it into
her mouth.

"Mm," she murmured as she gave the appendage one last lick. She eased the
hand into the v-neck of her uniform, under one cup of what felt like a lace
demi-bra. Her body leaned forward, pressing a hardened nipple into my
palm. This time, her smile was obvious. "I think you are in need of some
assistance."

Removing my hand, she lowered to her knees. She lifted the leg closest to
her, and slipped under it. The blanket was moved aside so that it fell just
around her shoulders.

"Look at me," she whispered, locking her eyes with mine. I felt unable to
resist. I only stared as she slid her thumbs under the waistband of my
panties, then pulled them down to my ankles. Her grin became wicked. "So
you can't try to run away."

Her gaze never lowered, even as her mouth did. I could feel that sensuous
upper lip rest just above my clitoris. The lower lip landed over the source
of my wetness. She closed her eyes only once, as she shuddered and trailed
her tongue along my slit and towards the focal point of my pleasure. My
eyes squeezed shut in an ecstasy that was short lived. I was brought back
to the moment by the rush of her hands beneath my blouse, and her fingers
sharply pinching both nipples. She repeated the motion, accompanied with a
slight bite on my clitoris when I almost screamed.

"Shh," she commanded. Her fingers loosened, then began to trail slow, lazy
circles. She raised herself briefly, lifting my shirt as she did so. First,
she circled one areola with her tongue, then the other, followed by a few
moments of suckling. Raising herself a little bit more, she covered my lips
with her. I could just taste the saltiness that was my own fluids.

"Shh," she repeated, "and don't look away."

She slid down my body then, her hands still massaging my breasts. Making
sure that my eyes were still connected to hers, she murmured, "I'm going to
make you come and come and come."

With that, her mouth completely closed on my clitoris. I could feel her
simultaneously sucking and flicking her tongue over the small button. As my
breathing quickened, she trailed her hands down my body. Mercilessly, she
drove three fingers deep inside of me. My back arched, but, remembering her
previous admonishments, I neither screamed nor looked away. She seemed
pleased and continued to suck on me.

"Oh," I whispered. I was struggling not to look away. My eyes wanted to
roll to the back of my head. "Oh, my darling! I'm going to...oh, I'm..."

Without warning, I felt a warm wave of pleasure wash over me. I was aware
of my nipples hardening to sharp points, and a sudden burst of wetness
exploding from me. My eyes remained where she'd commanded the entire time,
so I noticed her hairline glowing stickily with my juices. She lapped up as
much as she could, however, and didn't seem displeased.

"Do you feel better now, ma'am?" she asked as my orgasm subsided. She
kissed me deeply, and I could fully taste myself on her mouth and tongue.

"Clean me," she commanded, and I kissed all over her face, darting my
tongue out at places.

After awhile, her hands rested on either side of my head. I felt her
motioning downwards, until my face rested between her cleavage. Shaking,
she undid the buttons of her jacket. She was wearing a demi-bra, as I'd
suspected. She pulled aside the delicate b-sized cups.

"Lick them," she ordered.

I couldn't help but make soft slurping noises as I obliged. She broke her
own rule as her head rolled backwards in pleasure. I moved my mouth to her
other breast, making sure that one hand lifted to continue the attention on
the now-moistened other nipple. My remaining hand moved beneath the leg
band of her panties. I slowly eased the length of the middle finger deep
inside of her. To my delight, she bit down hard on her lower lip to keep
from screaming.

I wasn't done. With an equal lack of urgency, I removed the finger, but not
from her panties. The member moved farther back, gently stroking the
outline of her other entry. I barely heard her murmur, "Please..." and I
inserted my moistened digit inside. The muscles clenched around it
instantly, but not enough to keep me from moving it in and out.

As she moved her hips towards me, I lowered my other hand. I used three
fingers from this one to mercilessly invader her wetness. This time, she
openly gasped. Her head snapped down to view me, and I was the one to
smile. I began to rhythmically pump her as hard as I could. Her hands
gripped my shoulders, but I wasn't deterred. I didn't stop the double
penetration until I hear her breath leave her in small, choked gasps, and a
rush of fluids flowed down my fingers and past my wrist. At that point, her
knees buckled, and she collapsed against me.

"Mm," I murmured into her ear. She was trembling slightly. I nibbled on her
earlobe until she backed away to give me an awestruck look. I smiled, then
pressed my moistened fingers to her lips.

"Clean them," I said, echoing her earlier sentiment.

She did, then I kissed her deeply to taste the remnants of her pleasure.
She gave me the sweetest of smiles, straightened her jacket, then departed,
leaving me to slip into a deep, satisfied slumber.