Hmmm, Vicki said to herself as she looked over the male passengers who had just boarded Flight 582 to San Francisco. Plenty of good-looking meat to choose from!
Her eyes fell on a particularly handsome young executive who looked like the typical stud type, which was exactly what Vicki was in the mood for. In fact, by the time they got to S.F., what with her little side trips to tease the pilot, she would be even hornier... and in the need of a good man who knew what he was doing, and what he wanted his woman to be doing!
She looked again at the man and decided upon her flight plan! Perhaps she'd wait until she saw him get up to go to the bathroom... then just follow him in before he could lock the door. She knew that most men fantasize about sex onboard but Vicki was prepared to do something about that. Just thinking about it was getting her all wet!
CHAPTER ONE
Victoria Buzby's voluptuous seventeen-year-old body trembled in anticipation as she rubbed herself against Larry Oakes' lanky physique while they danced sensuously to a slow record in the school gym.
The lights were turned down low, as it was the good-night number, so she knew that nobody could see what she was doing. She could feel Larry's hard-on pressing into her groin, and she was glad she was tall, for a girl, so she could feel it in just the right place.
She lifted her head a little so that her lips just reached Larry's ear, and nibbled on his earlobe with her soft, creamy red lips. Then she darted her tongue in and out of his ear, felt him shiver, and whispered, "I can't wait, Larry. I just can't wait."
He moved his hands down to her ass and wiggled his pelvis against her as he pressed her close to him. "If you keep talking like that," he whispered back, "I'll come right here and now."
"Oh, don't do that, honey," she pleaded. "I want you to save it all for me."
"Don't worry," he whispered huskily, "there's plenty for you."
The music ended and the lights went up. Victoria and Larry separated quickly and Larry buttoned his jacket up to cover his massive erection.
Victoria was wearing a pink strapless gown. She knew that if she stretched her arms up high enough over her head, her breasts would pop right out. They were half out anyway, and she'd enjoyed everyone straining their eyes to see if they could spot a glimpse of nipple.
When Larry had come to pick her up he'd nearly flipped. Her long red hair hung down over her shoulders, down to the top of her gown. With her creamy complexion, tiny waist, well-rounded hips and sensational breasts (the largest in her high school, no doubt of that), Victoria made quite a picture. She was really too good to be true, Larry had told her.
He hadn't even wanted to go to the dance, but Victoria had insisted. How would it have looked if the head cheerleader and basketball team captain didn't show up?
But now, as Victoria and Larry headed out of the gym and toward the car, Victoria knew that all of her dreams would be coming true. Larry's older cousin had come to town for the game, as had many other of his relatives. His house was packed, so naturally some of the family had to stay at a motel.
It wasn't very hard for Larry to get the key to his cousin's motel room. Jay Oakes had handed it to him practically before Larry had suggested it.
Of course, all Jay had had to do was to take one look at Victoria in her cheerleader's costume the night before.
Victoria could tell in an instant that Jay had thought she was a cut above the other girls, more mature. She liked the look in his eye as he ran his glance up and down her body. Her boobs were prominently displayed in the tight sweater with a letter jutting out in the front... a big "P" for Pekin High. Her red skirt was very short, and Victoria was glad because she had exceptional thighs, slim and muscular, and the panties under the skirt fit her very tightly around the ass and crotch.
When she did her cheerleading routines she could feel those panties pressing against her pussy, and she loved it. She would jump extra high so everyone could see how they fit her, so they could glimpse the outline of her pussy and maybe even get a little eyeful of soft red hair, a strand or two of which accidentally stuck out from under those panties.
For while the other girls shaved high up on their thighs and cut their pussy hair so it wouldn't show out of their cheerleading panties, Vicki did no such thing. She liked giving just a little clue, a very bare hint, as to what was under those panties.
And tonight Larry Oakes would see it for himself for the very first time. That full thatch of flaming red pussy hair, all soft and wavy and freshly shampooed just for him.
He wouldn't believe the color, she thought, which exactly matched her eyebrows, just a half-shade darker than the red of the hair on her head.
Her nipples were unusual too, being more red than brown, very large and pointed, and she couldn't wait to show them too to Larry.
In all their fooling around in the car, they'd never really seen each other naked. It had always been too dark and too uncomfortable and too dangerous to get all undressed.
So, while Larry had certainly felt her up enough, squeezed her soft, generous tits and had even had his hand on her silky pussy hair a few times, he'd never really seen the goods.
And, similarly, she'd given his cock some good squeezes, and had made him come with her hand several tunes, but they'd never really gone much further.
Well, tonight would be different. Tonight she and Larry were really going to go all the way. Jay Oakes had even promised to leave some rubbers for them in the motel. Victoria almost wished it was Jay who was going to fuck her for the first time. She kind of wanted an older, more experienced man. After all, Larry was just a kid, she thought.
But as they began driving toward the motel, Victoria put the image of Jay out of her mind. After all, she admonished herself, don't' I love Larry? How could I even think of another man? She remembered Larry's hot prick pressing against her on the dance floor. It got her excited all over again. Her cunt twitched and she slid over closer to Larry and put her hand on his thigh.
"Not while I'm driving, Vicki," he said. "We're almost there."
They pulled up right at the door of room 34 and Larry fumbled with the key. "I hope it works," he said. "It'll work," Vicki answered.
They opened the door, went inside, and locked the door behind them. It was a nice motel, modern and luxurious, and Vicki was glad it wasn't sleazy. There was a huge bed, a lovely tiled bathroom, several soft chairs, and the other furniture that is usually found in a motel room.
A bottle of wine and a bucket of ice were on the dresser, along with a little note from Jay, which said, "Happy I could be of service to you. Have fun. You'll find what you need in the night table, Larry."
Victoria ran to the night table and found a package of rubbers. "I've never seen one before," she said. "I can't wait."
Larry lay down on the bed. "Come here," he said, and Vicki didn't wait another moment.
They were in each other's arms, kissing with a kind of passion and wild abandon they'd never dared before.
Larry parted Vicki's sensuous lips with his own and darted his tongue in and out of her mouth. She responded in kind.
Soon the teenagers were rubbing violently up and back against each other, pleased with the bed, with the luxury of being able to stretch out.
Larry turned Vicki over on her back and began to kiss her neck and shoulders. His hands were on her breasts, and his tongue soon found the cleavage that had been turning him on all evening. Vicki raised her arms high over her head and stretched. Her breasts rose above the top of her gown and her lovely large red nipples crept out into view.
"Wow," Larry said, pulling her boobs all the way out of her gown and fingering her nipples. "They're even bigger than they feel. Those are really too much, Vicki," he said.
Larry reached for the zipper on the side of Vicki's gown and in a few seconds she was naked to her panties and garter belt-the bra had been built into the dress.
Larry played with her breasts for a long time, fascinated by their smoothness and size. "You're like a Playmate of the Month," he told her. "Even better."
Victoria knew it. She'd seen that magazine. Larry had shown it to her, and that was one of the reasons she wanted him to see her all naked. Because her boobs were bigger and better than most of the boobs in there.
And Victoria was planning on showing him a lot more than just her boobs.
Larry finally pulled his attention away from her breasts long enough for his eyes to take in the rest of her body lying spread out on the bed.
Her waist was so tiny that he could practically fit his hands around it, and it contrasted nicely to her full hips. Victoria didn't have an ounce of fat on her, but she was built, all right. She wasn't skinny, in spite of her tiny waist and flat tummy. Boy, did he like what he saw.
Which included a pair of pink lace bikini panties that barely covered Victoria's crotch. Peeking through the lace were soft long strands of red hair. "Jesus," Larry said, putting his hand on her woman-mound, "Jesus."
"Like what you see?" Vicki asked.
"You bet," he said, slipping his fingers into the elastic at the top of her panties and pulling them down her luscious thighs. She helped him unhook her garter belt and he slowly rolled her stockings down her soft legs.
His hands trickling down her legs made spasms of delight rush through Vicki's body. "Oh, Larry, when you touch me I get so excited," she moaned, beginning to writhe on the bed.
Larry put his hand on Vicki's crotch and she arched her body so that it would make contact with her craving clit.
Larry felt the nubbin against his finger and began to fondle it. His hand parted her cunt lips and felt her arousal.
"You're all wet," he said, sliding his fingers around her lips and pussy hole. "I bet my finger would just slip right in in all this wetness," he said.
"I bet something else would just slip in in all this wetness, too," Vicki said, bouncing up and down on the bed.
Vicki reached out her hand and felt for Larry's cock under his pants. It was there, hard and ready, and she felt her cunt begin to run.
"Take it out," Larry said, barely able to talk between breaths.
Vicki unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Together, they pulled his pants down. Vicki grabbed his hot cock and began pumping it.
"Let go," Larry said. "I don't want to come this way."
"But I love to touch it," Vicki said. "Take off the rest of your clothes so I can see you all naked."
Larry tore off his shirt and tie and stood next to the bed, his prick making a huge arc in the air.
"My God," Vicki said, really looking at him for the first time in full view, "That's going to fit?"
"I can't wait any longer," Larry said, fumbling with the foil container of the rubber.
He finally got it opened, but his penis had lost some of its hardness. Vicki touched it and it sprang to life again. "Let me put this on," she said.
She figured out how to do it and within seconds Larry was ready. He lay down on top of her and for a few moments they rubbed groins together, as they'd done so often before, only with their clothes on.
"Put it in, Larry," she said. "I feel all empty and achy inside, and I want you to fill me up. Put it in," Vicki insisted.
She helped guide his prick to her pussy and Larry began pushing. Her cunt was as tight as only a virgin cunt can be and it clamped hard around Larry's organ.
He began to push harder, as he felt resistance, and Vicki began to moan a little.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"It hurts some," she admitted, "but it also feels fantastic. I want you all the way in me, but go slow."
In and out, in and out, in a little further each time, Larry moved his cock. Vicki was so excited and so wet that it didn't take long before he was all the way inside, pressing hard against her cherry.
Vicki knew he was there too. She pushed down on his prick, whispering, "Yes, push, break it, break it," and finally he felt the resistance go.
Then she began to grind her ass on the bed in a circular motion, and he found a rhythm too, and they were at it like old-timers. Vicki's muscles clenched around his prick, even tighter than his own hand did when he jerked off to fantasies of her, and he tried to think of other things, as he'd been warned to do by his cousin Jay.
He wanted to make it last a long time, but it was very difficult for him to exercise much control. He'd read all about satisfying a woman, and Jay had warned him about it too, but no one had told him how exquisite it would feel for a hot tight cunt to be clamped around his throbbing prick, to be practically sucking on it, almost pulling his semen out of his balls. He also knew that it would have been harder for him if he hadn't been wearing a rubber. He'd wanted to be able to fuck without one so his cock could really feel the inside of a pussy the first time, but now he was almost glad he'd had to wear it. Without it, he would have seemed even more like the inexperienced boy he really was.
He wondered about Vicki, too. He knew that she was a virgin. Hadn't he been going steady with her for over a year? Hadn't she told him so herself? Hadn't they experimented together in so many ways? Hadn't he just broken her cherry?
Yes, all the answers were yes, but she seemed much more capable of doing this than he did.
He never knew she would move like this, so expertly. He never dreamed she'd know exactly what she wanted to do, and just how to do it.
"Put your hands under my ass, Larry," she whispered, grinding her pelvis down onto his prick, moving circularly at the same time. "Spread it apart and put your finger in there," she told him.
Larry slipped his hands around under her shapely firm buttocks and found the crack. When his finger touched her hole she sighed with ecstasy and began moving her body faster and faster. Larry felt his balls bouncing against her ass and wondered what would happen to him next.
"Rub your finger harder," she told him, and as he did he felt her cunt go into spasms, contracting against his prick, forcing his own climax upon him before he was really ready.
Open and shut, looser and tighter, her pussy moved involuntarily around Larry's cock. "My God," she cried, grasping his penis in her twat over and over. "Ooh, Larry, keep it in, keep it in," she said, panting wildly.
She pressed her hands down on his ass and lifted her knees high. Her cunt kept squeezing him long after he'd finished coming, and when he'd lost his hard-on, she told him to finger-fuck her until she could come again.
"I love it, Larry," she said afterwards. "I'm so glad we were able to come here tonight... I wish we could do it again every night," was the last thing she told him before they went to sleep.
In the morning they fucked again. Vicki would have stayed there for the whole day, but Larry felt nervous about an exam coming up, and try as he might, he couldn't keep his mind on Vicki and sex.
In fact, he was a little worried with Victoria's preoccupation. "Vicki, I have to get home to study," he told her. "If I fail this test I'll get kicked off the team, and if that happens, I won't get my scholarship to State."
"Of course, Larry," she replied. "And if I don't get home, Mother will call up Dora's house and find out I didn't sleep over there after all."
The next day Vicki's cunt itched like never before. She wanted Larry in the worst way, but tried to concentrate on her school work. Everything that had seemed important before that night, however, somehow meant nothing to her now. Cheerleading practice, her best friend Dora, getting good grades, helping out around the house-they all seemed irrelevant with that burning desire growing inside her.
The feeling continued throughout the rest of the week, the month, and all the days to follow. Larry was involved with his sports and studies. They had no place to go to fuck anyway, and they were back to petting in the car. They went further than they had before in the car, even fucking a few times, but it wasn't the same.
Vicki wondered why Larry wasn't as enthusiastic as she. It bothered her a great deal because she was unsatisfied and feared that things would be the same after they were married. He always had something on his mind that interfered, Vicki thought.
And before too long they began spending less and less time together. Vicki was looking longingly at the other boys in her school, and even at older men, in a sexual way. She began having fantasies about some of Larry's friends, and about movie stars, and even about the father of the baby she took care of every now and then after school.
"The trouble is," she told herself, "life here is too dull. No one is sophisticated and worldly, no one knows anything." School work, while hard for Larry, was easy for her. The prospect of going to State with Larry and settling down almost made her vomit. State was just like an extension of her high school, anyway. All the kids went there, along with others from small towns just like hers.
Every day, when Vicki studied herself in the mirror, she realized that she had to get out. With her figure, she could be a model, maybe even for Playboy, she thought. She spent every night jerking off in her bed, thinking of some big beautiful prick inside her cunt, of some man wanting her as much as she wanted him, some Playboy photographer taking naked pictures of her and then fucking the hell out of her afterwards.
During the day Vicki began reading up on careers for women. Besides modeling, which she was sure her parents would never go for, only two things seemed halfway decent. One was nursing, the other a stewardess' career. Nursing takes too much studying, she thought. Besides, chances of fucking around a lot were not all that great. She knew that the young doctors were overworked and worried, just as Larry was. And they didn't marry nurses very often.
Patients were too sick and weak to screw. No, she wasn't the Florence Nightingale type.
She was going to go to exotic places and meet exotic people. She was going to be free and independent. She was going to look at men and let them know what was on her mind. She was going to stick her boobs right in their noses on those business nights, get herself invited to fancy restaurants and eat free meals and get free trips and fuck anyone she wanted to.
She was going to screw a hundred men, men from all walks of life, men with a variety of life styles and careers, rich men, famous men, and when she was ready to stop and settle down, she'd pick the one who satisfied her most.
She had a body, a gorgeous body, enough brains to out talk any gal, and a face like an angel's. Victoria Buzby wouldn't have any trouble out in the real world. Now all she had to do was to get there. And being an airline stewardess seemed like the perfect route.
After all, hadn't her best friend's older sister done it? Those stories they told about Lisa Hunter; Dora couldn't understand her sister, she told Vicki. "She says she doesn't even want to get married," Dora had said. "I can't understand it at all. I can't wait until Freddie and I finish college and get a little apartment back here. I can't wait till I can cook his dinners and have lots of babies. I just know it will be super-terrific to be married to Freddie. I'm even getting excited about being able to-well, you know."
"Sure, Dora, sure," said Vicki, her mind on other things. "Tell me what Lisa wrote in her last letter."
"She went out with four different men in the past week," Dora said. "They went to nightclubs, dancing, all that stuff, and she stayed out all night sometimes, too. I bet she's doing it with some of them," Dora said, whispering. "I bet no one will ever marry her."
Vicki walked out of Dora's house and saw Lisa's letter sitting on the table in the foyer. She made a mental note of the return address, then hurried home to write a letter to Lisa.
. Lisa was very kind about sending information about stewardess school. All very secretly, Vicki wrote away for an application, and sent it in with a fake birth certificate she'd gotten once so that she could get into some bars. "Thank God for Russel Knowles," she said, thinking of the classmate of hers who'd forged anything and everything anyone had ever wanted, except money. He'll end up in jail someday, Vicki thought.
A letter of recommendation from a local businessman, which Vicki wrote and signed herself, also went into the application. It said she'd worked there as a secretary for two years. Then her high-school records. A cinch for Russel, she knew. He got the records and changed the dates as necessary. A genius he was, Vicki thought.
Vicki thought briefly of offering herself to Russel as payment for his services, but since he was short, fat, and greasy-looking, she decided to write his history term paper instead.
She looked over her application. It was perfect. She could certainly pass on the spot for twenty-one, and unless they checked very carefully, no one would know that her records weren't real. She had a feeling that they didn't check. Everyone always tried to scare you into being honest, but really, no one gave a damn. She knew plenty of people who said things about themselves that weren't true, and no one was ever the wiser.
Why, hadn't Lisa Hunter herself gone to stew school just out of high school? Russel Knowles' older brother, Robert, had probably done for Lisa just what Russel had done for Vicki.
And besides, Vicki knew personally of two kids who'd gone to State for one year, then went to Chicago to get jobs and said they'd graduated from State. No one ever even wrote State for proof.
Now all that had to be done was to break the news to Larry and her parents. Larry wouldn't care all that much, Vicki thought.
They were petting in the car, at the drive-in, when she told him. Things had gotten a little better since basketball season had ended, but Larry still worried about grades, scholarships, and things like that. He was also too chicken to get a room at the motel again, said the clerk would never believe him... and also, money was a problem.
Still, Larry was more willing to screw and experiment than he'd been during the winter. Vicki was almost considering changing her mind about him. But she kept remembering, even in the most passionate moments, that Larry would continue to worry about grades, basketball, and so forth, at least for the next four years at State and probably for the rest of his life. No, he was all right for now, until the end of the term, but after that, she was going to be on to bigger and better things. She could never be faithful to Larry for the rest of her life. It was hard enough now, even with him more interested than he'd been last winter.
"Larry," Vicki said, "I've got something to tell you."
"Wait till the picture's over," he said. They were sitting close in the car. Larry's arm was around her and his hand dangled down over her breast. He felt her up absently, concentrating on the movie, a western. Larry was nutty about westerns.
Vicki couldn't have cared less. She took Larry's other hand and put it in her crotch, guiding it rhythmically so that it excited her.
Larry didn't take his eyes off the screen, so Vicki reached-over and touched his cock, and she felt it harden. "Not now, Vicki. Let me watch the movie."
"No," she said, unzipping his pants.
"Vicki, someone might come. You know they patrol here."
"I don't care," she answered petulantly. She pulled his cock out and began to massage it.
She took his hard prick in her hand and squeezed it expertly. Then she placed his fully erect organ between both hands and rolled it back and forth between her palms. At the same time she flicked the tip with her thumbs. That always drove Larry wild.
"Okay, okay," he said, starting the car. "But I wish you'd let me see the end of the movie."
"It'll be too late, then," she said. "I have to be home by one."
Vicki threw her sweater over Larry's lap and continued rolling his prick between her hands as they drove to their favorite parking spot, which was much more secluded and safer than the drive-in.
"Are you mad?" Vicki asked.
"Yes, I'm mad. You make it impossible for us to stay there because you know I'm scared of getting caught doing something, and you also know I can't resist when you do that. I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Maybe we'll have to get married before we go to college. Once you have a baby and an apartment, you'll have to think about other things... " Vicki released Larry's penis and pulled away from him. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Larry," she said.
Larry turned down a deserted road and pulled into their spot, under a weeping-willow tree. He pulled Vicki's sweater off his lap and said, fully excited now, "Talk later."
"I'll kiss it for you," Vicki whispered, aroused by the sight of his prick, "to make up for missing the movie." Also to make up for breaking up with you tonight, she said to herself.
Larry pushed the back of his Volvo seat all the way back into a semi-reclining position. Vicki stretched out on the seat perpendicular to him and held his cock near her mouth. Larry's arm crept under her skirt and into her panties. He found her clit and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, just the way she liked it.
When her hot juice began to spill from her pussy, Larry transferred his fingers into her cunt and began fucking her with his hand.
Meanwhile, Vicki pumped his prick with her hand, and when she was on the verge of coming, she stuck her tongue out and gave his cock a lick, around and around on the head of it she sucked.
Larry knew that he couldn't contain himself and didn't even try. He knew from her pussy that she was coming; he could feel her cunt muscles tighten around his fingers.
She licked his juices up eagerly. "I wish I could put your whole prick into my mouth," she told him afterwards.
"I know," Larry said. "I just seem to come as soon as I feel your tongue on me. You've got a magic touch. You could suck on it now, though," he said. "I could hold back now and you could put the whole thing in your mouth."
"We don't have time now," Vicki said coldly, suddenly angry for all the times she'd wanted to do that, for all the times she'd wanted to fuck or at least play around and he'd made some excuse about the time, or a test, or a game, or a curfew. "I have to talk to you about something."
"Sure, what?"
"I'm not going to go to State."
"You're what...?"
"I'm not going to State. I'm not going to marry you, either before college or after," she went on.
"Jees, Vicki, what's wrong? If we got married we'd have lots more time to screw around. I love you, anyway."
"I know Larry, but we're not right for each other. I don't want to go to college, I don't want to have babies, I don't want to be tied to one person yet. I have to see the world a bit first. You'd be miserable married to me. Besides, we're both too young. We need to date more people, you as well as me."
"Now where would I find anyone as special as you, Vicki?"
"Larry," she said to him with finality, "you're really a swell guy. I don't want you to be hurt, and I don't want to do what's wrong for me either. You'll find someone else, someone at State who's pretty and smart and who wants to cook and have babies. I don't want that. There's no way you or any other man can make me want that."
"Yeah, Vicki," he said, "I guess I really knew all along you weren't going to really marry me. What are you going to do after graduation?"
"I'm going to airline school, to learn to be a stewardess."
"Like Lisa Hunter?"
"Exactly."
"Jesus, Vicki. You're wilder than I thought."
"Let's just say I'm adventurous," Vicki told him. "Now I've just got to tell my parents. Please keep it between us until I break it to them."
"Think they'll let you go?"
"Well, they can't really stop me. But I'd like to leave on good terms."
"I guess getting you home on time will help that, won't it?" Larry asked.
"Yes," she said. "We'd better go now."
It was a short distance to Vicki's house. Larry turned off the engine and said, "Well, I guess this is it, huh?"
"I guess so," she said.
"How about one last kiss."
Their lips met in genuine affection. "I know if I hadn't been so interested in basketball and scholarships... ". Larry began, after they kissed.
"Not really," she reassured him, "I'm just not ready to settle. Maybe your other interests saved us a lot of grief. I learned something about myself before it was too late."
Vicki and Larry said good night at her door and Vicki felt relieved that they'd parted with no hard feelings.
It was about three weeks later, the day after careers day at Vicki's high school, which Vicki had spent listening entranced to the stewardesses at the "Airline Careers" desk, that she got a phone call from Jay Oakes, Larry's cousin.
"I'm just in for the weekend," Gay told her. "Larry told me you've broken up. He's studying for finals this weekend, so I wondered if you'd like to go out with me?"
Vicki didn't take longer than half a second to say yes and cancel a date she'd made with a boy in her class.
They went to dinner in the restaurant of the motel where she and Larry had first fucked. They had drinks and danced, and Vicki wondered whether Jay would take her to a room later. She hoped so.
All during dinner Gay kept telling her what his first reaction to her had been.
"I first saw you during the game, cheering," he said. "Larry's parents pointed you out, and I was glad they did before I'd made some dirty remark about your body."
Vicki smiled at him, understanding fully the effect of her sparkling white teeth.
"I couldn't take my eyes off your breasts," he said. "I loved seeing them bounce up and down in your sweater. I couldn't wait to give Larry the key to my room," Jay went on, "but actually, I was having my own little fantasies about you. I'm glad I finally am the one who is taking you out."
Vicki's heart was pounding and she felt just like she'd used to feel with Larry, before they'd ever screwed. She sat up straight in her chair, noting that Jay's eyes were riveted to her tits jutting out of her thin spring sweater... yellow, which always complimented her hair and complexion.
"I know you thought you were in love with Larry," Jay went on, "and that's why you made love with him. So don't feel that I consider you an easy lay... ".
"Yes?" Vicki asked.
"But I sure as hell would like it if you'd come back to room 34 with me."
"I thought you'd never ask," she said.
"I was afraid you might say no," he told her as they left the restaurant.
They got to the room and Vicki rushed into Jay's arms. He turned her on even more than Larry ever had. He was tall and blond like Larry, but his body was more manly, more filled out, and his arms seemed infinitely stronger, his chest broader.
He didn't hesitate to stick his tongue into her mouth and she responded by sucking it in and squeezing it with her cheeks.
His hard cock was pressed against her and she felt her cunt juices begin to spill over into her little yellow bikini lace panties, which matched her yellow lace push-up bra that made her breasts seem even bigger than they actually were.
Jay lifted her sweater over her head and unhooked her bra. Her big tits swung free and she arched her back a little so that he could admire her.
"Those sure are some boobs," he said, fondling them. "Let's see what the rest of you looks like. I got a glimpse of some beautiful red pussy hair when you were cheerleading, and I wanted so much to get a crack at the whole thing."
Gay pulled her yellow miniskirt down, and then her little panties. She stood naked, except for her sandals.
Her cunt hair was long and shiny. She'd just shampooed it, and she knew that it felt soft and silky. Jay put his hands on her mound and ran his fingers through her pussy hair.
Then he lifted one hand to her head and fondled her lovely auburn curls. He ran his hands up and down her body, first one hand, then the other, feeling everything there was to feel, stopping to caress her neck, shoulders, breasts, tummy, cunt, thighs and ankles.
As he came to the bottom of her legs for the third time, he unbuckled her sandals and she stepped out of them.
Then he slowly began to undress himself, unbuttoning his shirt in no apparent hurry. The slowness was agonizing to Vicki, who'd been ready before she even left her house. She could feel her love juices dripping out of her snatch and getting tangled up in her long cunt hair. Jay could see what was happening, as the white droplets glistened in the silky red bush of hair.
When he got his shirt off, he pulled her to him, wanting to feel her soft white globes against his muscular chest. They rubbed nipples for a while, then Vicki reached around and pulled Jay's ass closer to her.
She rubbed her pelvis against his hard cock. He picked her up off the floor and lifted her so that his prick touched the opening of her cunt crack.
She felt the connection with her clit and gasped. Jay continued lifting and lowering her, lifting and lowering her, catching his hard cock on the tip of her slit each time.
Finally she could stand it no longer. She reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Together they got his pants and shorts off, and she openly admired his rock-hard, throbbing penis.
It had a huge head, and moisture glistened at the opening.
Jay led her over to the bed. "Get up on your hands and knees," he told her.
Boy, things with Larry had never been this interesting, she thought. She did as Jay had told her.
He kneeled behind her and she felt his erection between her ass cheeks. He reached his arms around her and fondled her tits, then moved his hands to her cunt. He found her clit and began to flick it with his fingers.
Then he found her cunt hole and showed her how to lift her ass so that he could enter it from behind with his cock.
As they began to rock the bed her tits bounced up and down on the sheets. The contact with her nipples added to her excitement. She liked to see them.
Jay's hands were in front of her, playing with her clit while his cock fucked her, while he moved it in and out of her hot wet eager sucking hole.
We almost need a third person, Vicki thought, to play with my boobs, and for an instant she imagined Larry there with them, doing just that.
Before she knew it the explosion had welled up in her pussy and she was screaming, "Oh, Jay, I'm coming, I'm coming, don't stop!"
She felt his balls contract against the tops of the back of her thighs, and she squeezed her pussy hard around his prick as she felt warm spunk ooze out of his cock and into her convulsing twat.
"Too bad you have a curfew," he said after they'd recovered. "I'd like to have you around all night."
Vicki gave him the address of her airline school before she went inside her house. Maybe one day they'd have the chance to spend a whole night together-she hoped.
CHAPTER TWO
To her amazement, Vicki's parents accepted her plans fairly calmly. "I thought you had to be twenty-one to get into the school," her mother said.
"They changed those rules four years ago, Mom," Vicki said with a straight face.
"Well, I still wish you were going to State. A college education is important, you know."
"Only if you want a career that requires it," Vicki countered. "I don't have to go to college."
"And it's too bad about Larry," her mother went on. "He's such a nice boy. Comes from a good family and all. I kind of wanted to see you two having lots of kids and living happily ever after around the corner from me. I'll miss you, Vicki."
"I know, Mom, I know. But I've got to lead my own life. And Larry just doesn't fit in." Vicki didn't bother to add that Pekin didn't fit in either. No sense in hurting her mom any more than necessary.
Mr. Buzby took it a bit harder, but he was pretty brave about the whole thing, too. "I know you can take care of yourself, Vicki," he said. "But still, you seem awfully young to be gallivanting around, maybe all over the world, with no one to take care of you. We're going to miss you around here:" Vicki promised to write lots of letters home and visit whenever possible. She felt a sudden, unfamiliar wave of affection for her parents, who'd somehow managed to resist making her feel rotten for leaving them. Maybe, she mused to herself, they're not as bad as I thought.
But she also knew, as they did, that nothing could stop her, short of chains, and they weren't the type to do that.
On the flight to Chicago, where Vicki's school was, Vicki paid close attention to the women working on board. She watched how the men treated them and how they treated the men.
These stewardesses were experts at flirting, at holding the male passengers at bay, at not showing obvious preferences. But Vicki thought that she detected one of the stews accepting a date for that night with one of the briefcase-laden businessmen aboard.
As Vicki walked down the center aisle of the aircraft, she looked for an attractive man to sit next to. Unfortunately, there was no one she dug who was alone. Most of the men seemed to be traveling in pairs, so she selected a window seat in an empty row and cast glances at the passengers who had followed her on board, hoping to find someone stimulating to sit next to.
That person finally did appear, and when he saw Vicki his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
He was a young Air Force officer, and as he slid into the middle seat in Vicki's row, she shined one of her super smiles at him and said, "Hello there."
"I'm Don," he said, "and I couldn't help admiring you."
"I'm Vicki," she replied, "and I'm glad you decided to sit here. I thought this trip might be a bore."
"I usually spend these little flights staring at the stews," Don said, "but not today."
"Oh," Vicki replied, "that's interesting. Because soon I'm going to be a stewardess myself."
As it turned out, Don was quite familiar with the school Vicki was going to. "You're allowed to mix with us the third week," Don told her. "We always come over for a cocktail. I haven't gone for the last three months, though."
"Why not?" Vicki asked.
"They don't seem to be getting anyone like you there lately, for one thing."
"Have you ever dated a stew?" Vicki asked. "A real one, not a student."
"Sure," Don said. "They make dates with passengers all the time. I do go out with stews whenever I have time off. Stews are usually real fun dates."
Vicki wondered just what he meant by that, and she decided to ask.
"Oh, they don't want to settle down and marry you," Don told her. "They're just real good company, and always like adventure. Would that describe you?"
"Sure. Why do you think I'm getting out of Pekin?"
"It's a good place to get out of. I was just there visiting my aunt, which I do to please my folks sometimes when I'm on leave."
The engines started up and Vicki and Don held hands during takeoff. "Do they dress like that these days in Pekin?" he asked, staring down at Vicki's boobs.
She was wearing a white shirtwaist that fit tightly across her breasts. Underneath she wore a lacey white push-up bra, and she was well-aware that her nipples showed right through the lace of the bra and the sheer whiteness of her dress. Any girl from home in Pekin would have told Vicki to wear a full slip with that dress, but Vicki wasn't the type to hide what she had.
As soon as the plane was airborne, Don unfastened his seat belt and stood up. "I'll be in the John to the left as you walk down the aisle. If you miss me, come and join me."
Vicki had never had so frank and fast an offer in her life. She wasn't about to refuse. Don was a very good-looking fellow. She hadn't had any sex since that night with Jay, and her tight pink pussy was hungry for some action.
And, after all, hadn't she, probably like everyone else in the world, wondered what it would be like in an airplane bathroom. "I'll be there," she said, and after what seemed like a proper amount of time Vicki walked back to the lavatory and knocked, when the coast was clear, on the door of the one to her left.
Don opened the door a crack and Vicki sidled in. "On a night flight," he told her, snapping the lock, "you can request blankets and fool around right in your seat. Most people are sleeping anyway. Never had the guts to ask for a blanket during the day, though."
Body contact was made instantly, of course, in the cramped quarters. Vicki's boobs were mashed against Don's chest and she felt an erect prick against her pelvis. To Vicki, it didn't seem there'd be enough room to maneuver out of their clothes. They rubbed against each other, not talking much anymore, just feeling each other's hot perfect bodies.
Don was beginning to breathe harder and harder and press in closer and closer to her. Vicki was nearly out of breath herself, and crazy with desire. "How do we do this?" she asked. "Have you ever done this before?"
"Sure," Don said, "lots of times." He released Vicki and she stood back away from him, leaning against the counter where the sink was contained. "There are a number of effective positions," Don went on, "but we can begin with the least complicated."
"Any way's fine with me," Vicki said.
"I wish we had more room, myself," Don commented. "I'd like to take that sexy dress off you and have a look at you all naked." He reached his hand over to her pussy and pressed her mound. "What color is your cunt hair?"
"Why don't you have a look?" Vicki invited, lifting her dress and half slip up around her waist, revealing red pussy hairs sticking out of her white lace bikini panties, which he pulled down.
Don had to get down on his knees to view her, as there wasn't room enough for him to back far enough away from her to cast his eyes down to her crotch.
His face was level with her pussy when he knelt down. She could feel his breath on her silky cunt hairs. He put his hands on her mound and ran his fingers through her extra-long hair.
Then he parted her slit with both thumbs, exposing her twitching clit. "That looks pretty good to me," he said, fingering it gently. "I think I'll take just a little taste, if you don't mind."
Vicki felt her heartbeat increase as his tongue found its way to her throbbing little love bud. He circled her clit with his tongue and fastened his lips around it, nibbling and pulling on it, causing shivers to run up Vicki's back and making her pussy all quivery inside.
She spread her legs slightly and leaned back against the counter. Don's tongue was rimming her hot clit, and the fingers that were now starting to slide into her slippery wet twat had her so excited that she could barely balance herself.
Don's mouth was moving faster and faster now and he was starting to make sucking noises, which turned Vicki on even more. He jammed two fingers in and out of her pussy as he nibbled on her clit with his soft lips and ran his tongue around and around it.
Vicki finally managed to move her pelvis back and forth, setting an easy rhythm which Don followed perfectly. "Oh my God, I'm going to come now," Vicki whispered, and Don continued licking, nibbling and finger-fucking her just as he'd been doing seconds before.
Vicki grabbed his head as spasms of pleasure overcame her and her cunt involuntarily clamped down hard on Don's fingers, which he continued to wiggle inside her slippery sopping pussy until her convulsions ended.
He stood up and held her close, with her dress still lifted up. She felt his cock against her bare pussy hair and pressed him to her, putting her hands on his ass.
Then she reached between them and pushed Don away just enough so that she could unzip his trousers.
His underwear was open and his cock popped out. It was long and skinnier than the other two she'd seen, but throbbing and hard and ready for some action.
She began to caress him with her hand, not knowing just what they would do now. She wanted his cock inside her cunt, even though she'd just had a spectacular climax, but it didn't look too possible.
"Want me to fuck you?" Don asked.
"Yes, oh yes," Vicki said. "Is there room?"
"Sure, sure," he said confidently.
"How?"
Don put down the top of the toilet seat and sat down. "Hop on," he said to Vicki.
She held her skirts high and sat on his lap, facing him. Don put his hands on her ass and lifted her so that her cunt hole was directly over his hard erect prick. Then he lowered her gently onto him so that his throbbing purple organ slipped easily into her wet, waiting pussy.
"Unbutton your dress," he said, and she did. He helped slip it off her shoulders and then unhooked her brassiere. Her breasts were finally free; they flopped out at him, two lovely white globes with gigantic red nipples.
Don took them in his hands and massaged them while Vicki moved her ass up and down on his thighs, letting his cock go about halfway out before coming back down on his lap so it could go all the way in again.
Then Don began to kiss her tits as they fucked, first one, then the other, licking them and nibbling on them just as he'd done earlier on her sweet-tasting clitoris.
The boob-action and Don's rock-hard prick slipping in and out of her eager pussy caused Victoria to come again in minutes, and as Don felt her contract around his throbbing dick he squirted his come into her hot pussy, thrusting his ass up off the toilet seat so he could enter her all the way.
"Sensational," he said, giving her tits a last fond squeeze. "You are just sensational."
Vicki left the John, went back to her seat and nonchalantly picked up a magazine. A few minutes later Don reappeared. As he sat down, he dropped something into her lap. "You forgot to put your panties on," he said.
Vicki stuffed them into her purse.
Vicki and Don parted company at the airport, and he promised to call her for a date after the school lifted its early curfew.
Vicki walked around O'Hare, captivating most of the men in the place, and attracting shocked looks from the women. Her half-slip rubbed up against her pussy hair and she felt traces of love juice slipping out of her cunt and down her thighs. She liked being without panties. She wished everyone there knew she didn't have panties on. Boy, would cocks go up if they knew that, she thought.
Vicki took a limousine downtown to the Drake Hotel, where the school had a car waiting for her and the other stewardess students who were due in that day.
Actually, the school was located in the southern suburbs, not far from the Indiana-Illinois state line. It took about forty-five minutes to get there-eight girls in a stretched-out cab.
None of the other girls were as pretty-or as built- as Vicki, but that wasn't unusual. Vicki was a true gem, a rare object, and not many of her type graced the face of this earth.
Vicki couldn't stomach the chatter in the car. It was lots of small-town girls talking about their boy friends back home, and how they wanted to find romance and glamour in the skies. They all had delusions of finding some rich guy who'd fall in love with them and marry them, practically right out of school. Romance and glamour were just fine, Vicki thought, but not marriage.
Vicki wondered what these girls would say if they knew what she'd just done in the lavatory of the plane she'd flown in on. It made her giggle to herself.
When they got to the school, they were met by the director, Miss Hamilton, and the two supervisors, stewardesses who were experienced, but younger than Miss Hamilton, named Mary Jo Lincoln and Nancy Betterman.
They looked quite stern-nothing like the stews Vicki had encountered on her flight from Pekin. Vicki couldn't help noticing that the three women were quite attractive, nearly on a par with herself. Everyone was dressed casually in shorts and T-shirts, and Vicki wondered if the really pretty ones wind up in the schools after a few years.
The girls slept in dormitory-type rooms, six to a room, lined with bunk beds, dressers and mirrors.
The bathrooms were down the hall, one to a floor. There were about ten Johns and sinks in each bathroom, plus two tubs and six showers. Cozy, Vicki thought.
After dinner in the cafeteria, and a travelogue movie for entertainment, the girls all relaxed in the game room until lights out at 10:30.
About 8, Vicki was surprised when Mary Jo told her that there was a telephone call for her. It was Don, asking how everything was.
"I can't keep my roommates' names straight," she told him. "All the girls look alike to me. This is really going to be terrible. I can't wait until it's over and begin the real thing."
"Did you get the rule book yet?" Don asked.
"No. I guess I will, though." Vicki sounded glum.
"Don't worry. In three weeks your curfew goes up to eleven. Just keep thinking about me and I'll see you then."
Vicki and the other girls were kept busy. They were measured for uniforms and Vicki was pleased that there were two outfits. One was a skirt, blouse and jacket and the other was a jumpsuit with suspenders and a turtleneck top. The suspenders enhanced even the smallest breasts, and what they did to Vicki's couldn't be believed.
"I don't know about this, Vicki," Miss Hamilton said, adjusting Vicki's straps. Her hand brushed lightly across her breast, and Vicki's nipple popped into a little erection. She knew Miss Hamilton had felt it happen.
"What's the matter?" Vicki asked.
"I'm afraid the passengers will do a lot of grabbing when they see you in this outfit. Think you can handle it?"
"I'm quite able to take care of myself," she replied.
"Good. That's just what we like our girls to do."
Miss Hamilton told the novices that the cost of the uniforms would be deducted from their first paychecks. Each girl had to buy two of each outfit. Vicki was glad the color combination was red and yellow. If she was spending the money, she should look well in what she bought, and those were two of her best colors. Miss Hamilton also told the girls that they had to buy two pairs of shoes each, one for the skirt and one for the jumpsuit outfit. One hat was enough, though.
Vicki didn't mind so much what she had to purchase. The worst rule, for her, was the one about girdles. "Airline stewardesses must wear a girdle when on duty," the rule book stated.
"I've never worn a girdle in my life," Vicki complained to one of her roommates.
"I've been wearing one since I was thirteen," the girl, Betty Welles, said. "All the girls in my school did."
Vicki appealed to Mary Jo and Nancy. "I can hardly walk in a girdle," she said. "It's unnatural."
"Sorry," Nancy said. "Your ass will get felt up on our trial run, and during the entire course you'll be checked. Wear a girdle. And continue doing so after school is over. If a stew-spy catches you, you'll either get canned or penalized."
Vicki took a little trip into town the next day and bought the lightest, briefest stretch panty girdle she could find. She wasn't quite sure it would even qualify as a girdle, but she kept the sales slip to prove she'd bought it in the girdle department "You call that a girdle?" Miss Hamilton said when she saw it. But she let it pass, and Vicki bought a large number of them in assorted colors.
The panty girdle" fit very tightly in Vicki's crotch, and before long she got to like wearing it because it rubbed up against her clit and pussy all day.
There was no chance for sex, or even masturbation, in the school, though, and Vicki was nearly climbing the walls until the first three weeks were over and she would be allowed a little more freedom.
Finally, one day the good news came. The students were actually going up in a plane. It was to be a trial run, with four girls to an aircraft. Each girl would have to serve a meal and do the other things stews usually do on a real flight.
Of course, Vicki knew the passengers weren't really passengers. They were people from the airline company who had been put on the plane to annoy the girls, and report on how well they could take it. Could Vicki and the other girls learn to be polite while handling tricky situations?
The trial run turned out to be the most fun Vicki had had since she'd arrived. All the girls handled the emergency equipment like pros. Situations were invented that tested their powers of improvisation and smooth thinking in an emergency, and Vicki enjoyed the excitement. She felt sure she wouldn't panic, even in a real emergency.
The "passengers" were enjoying themselves too. Vicki had to make a man feel good without letting his "wife" see what was going on, and she had to turn down dates without insulting the men who made the offers. She had to respond with propriety to hearing dirty language. She was told by Nancy, "Don't offend anyone, don't downgrade the airline by behaving improperly, and get your work done calmly and efficiently."
Vicki was the calmest, most efficient girl on board. She really enjoyed having her ass pinched and her tits grabbed. She welcomed the "passengers" on board, winked at all the men and gave them her special sexy smile.
"I'd better not flirt too much, or I'll get in trouble," Vicki thought. That was the hardest part of the whole thing for her.
One man asked Vicki to get him a pillow, and Vicki had to stand on the edge of his seat to reach the overhead rack. He put his arms around her thighs and gave her a real squeeze. As he took his hand away he ran it around under her ass, and Vicki figured he was doing a girdle check on her.
She slithered away from him saying, "Now, now," in mock admonishment, and started up the aisle, only to be blocked by another man. He turned sideways to let her pass, and of course Vicki had to turn sideways too. They had been taught, the students, to always turn with their backs toward the passenger in that situation, so that's what Vicki did.
Vicki wished she could have rubbed her tits against his chest and have felt his cock against her pussy. Instead she had to be satisfied with an ass rub from the man's prick, and she pretended to ignore him.
The next thing that happened was a call light coming from the lavatory. "Can you answer that, Vicki?" Betty asked. "I've about had it. I wonder if it's this way when you're really working."
"Sure, Betty, I'll get it," Vicki said, walking quickly to the John.
Vicki knocked on the door and the man inside said he'd cut himself shaving. Could Vicki please get him a band-aid?
"There are band-aids in the drawer," she replied. "The box is empty."
Vicki went to the supply cabinet and took out a fresh box of band-aids. "I thought the clean-up crew was supposed to see that these things were all done," Vicki said to Mary Jo, who kept watch from the galley.
"The clean-up crew forgets lots of things," Mary Jo said. "You'll see."
When Vicki got back to the lavatory and opened the door, she saw that the man inside had his cock out and was playing with it.
Apparently this was a common occurrence, for the guide book warned about such men. Procedure was to remain cool, request the man to stop, and if he refused, to isolate him if possible. Then the captain was to be notified. The captain would radio in to the airport, and the man would be arrested when he got off the plane.
It could be a messy business, Vicki knew. If he charged false arrest, then the stew had to appear in court and all. Vicki was tempted not to report him, but if he was a spy, as she knew he was in this case, and she didn't, then she'd be in trouble anyway. "Don't leave the lavatory like that," she said to him coldly, and then she walked up to the flight deck to tell the captain.
"Sorry we had to arrange one of those for you," he said, "but we wanted to be sure you gals could handle it."
"No problem," Vicki said, smiling at him. She went back into the cabin to serve lunch. The only problem was that she was now hornier than ever.
After the trial run was over, there was a special buffet dinner to celebrate the fine job all the girls had done. Miss Hamilton announced that curfew was raised an hour, and the men from the nearby Air Force base had been invited over to the school to help in the festivities.
The girls were well on their way to becoming full-fledged stews now. Vicki was surprised and pleased to see Don at the party.
"How's it been going?" he asked. "Did you enjoy today?"
"All that pinching and squeezing made me hot," she told, her eyes sparkling as she remembered what they'd done before.
"Let's get out of here," he said.
They had begun to move toward the door when Miss Hamilton called everyone in the room to attention. "Girls, girls," she said. "I'm sorry that you cannot go out tonight. We must have you all here for a conference on your behavior today. Mary Jo, Nancy and I will call you individually, and you -may not leave the premises until one of us has reviewed your performance with you. The conferences will begin soon, as soon as we complete reading the reports from the 'passengers.' You will be called in reverse alphabetical order."
"That means I'll be last," Vicki said. "I won't be able to go out with you tonight."
"Don't worry," Don said, "we'll go out tomorrow night."
They checked the schedule and Vicki's last class was over at four o'clock. "I'll be here at five," Don told her. "We'll have dinner, and a whole long evening to take up just where we left off. Don't wear any panties," he whispered.
"I already didn't," she said.
Don and the other men stayed at the party until 11, when, officially, all men had to leave. The girls disappeared, three at a time, for conferences with one of the superiors. Vicki ran into Betty Welles as she came out of her conference.
"What gives?" Vicki asked.
"They're nit-picking," Betty replied. "Miss Hamilton is very strict."
It was just a few minutes after Vicki had said goodbye to Don that she was called. She was dismayed to find that she'd gotten Miss Hamilton because she had a feeling that Mary Jo and Nancy were a little more lenient. They seemed a lot more human than-Miss Hamilton did, that was for sure.
"Sit down, Vicki," Miss Hamilton said almost kindly when Vicki entered her apartment. It was the first time Vicki had ever been in Miss Hamilton's private suite.
Located on the first floor of the dorm, it was much more spacious and luxurious than the large rooms with private baths that Mary Jo and Nancy had. It even had a kitchenette, Vicki noted.
"This is lovely," said Vicki.
"Thank you," said Miss Hamilton. "As you can see, being director here does have certain advantages."
"Yes," Vicki said, "it certainly does."
"Well," said Miss Hamilton, looking over some papers, "let's see what the 'passengers' aboard today's trial run had to say about your service."
Vicki took a deep breath, hoping that she'd done as well as she herself thought.
"You handled yourself quite well, dear," Miss Hamilton said. "The exposed man in the John made a special note of your composure."
"I hoped I did the right thing," Vicki answered.
"One of the other girls was quite flustered when she saw him playing with his cock. But he said you didn't seem bothered at all."
"Well, these things do happen, don't they? You have to be prepared." Vicki laughed inwardly. If only Miss Hamilton knew how excited the sight of that cock had made her.
What would Miss Hamilton say, she wondered. Miss Hamilton was certainly a beautiful woman, Vicki had to admit. But she seemed cold, nearly icy, with her blond hair done up on top of her head, dressed in a tailored suit. Her figure was certainly nothing to scoff at, though. It was very trim, except for her boobs, which were quite large and emphasized by Miss Hamilton's superb posture.
They made quite a contrasting pair, Vicki noted, one so openly sensual and the other a real uptight-looking bitch. She probably doesn't fuck much, Vicki thought. If she saw that guy playing with his prick, she probably wouldn't be turned on. Her cunt must be as cold as her heart, Vicki told herself.
"And then there was the man who felt your ass," Miss Hamilton was saying.
Vicki remembered that incident, and it added to her excitement. Her cunt juices were beginning to form and run out now, and she wondered what Miss Hamilton would say if she knew that she wasn't wearing any panties.
"He liked the way it felt," Miss Hamilton said. "He commented on the girdle you were not wearing."
"But I was, I was, Miss Hamilton," Vicki protested. "You saw it yourself, remember?"
"Yes, but I didn't know how it would feel. That man got an 'ungirdled feel,' as he put it."
"But you yourself said my girdle was okay," Vicki protested. "This isn't fair."
"You don't seem at all disturbed that that man felt up your behind," Miss Hamilton said. "Don't you even care?"
"Well... " Vicki didn't know just how to answer that. "I am a woman," she said. "I am attractive. I can't hide it."
"I could expel you for that. The men who make these criticisms, they're my employers, some of them. If they don't think a girl should graduate, a girl doesn't graduate. And no girdle is a very serious infraction. I don't know what to do, Vicki. By all the rules, you should be kicked out of here."
Vicki was quickly losing her composure. If she were kicked out of the school, then what? Here, her future was assured. A job, a salary, a fantastic life. But without this, what would she do? Have to ask her parents for money. Go to secretarial school. Go home. Admit defeat? No, they couldn't expel her.
"Miss Hamilton," Vicki said, her fear and concern clearly visible on her face, "you can't do that."
"Why not?" Miss Hamilton said.
Vicki began to shake in her chair. Tears began forming in her eyes. "Please, Miss Hamilton. Please." She was crying openly now, totally out of control. Almost like a little girl, with all her sophistication wiped away by her fear. "I want this so badly," she confessed. "I've got to graduate, I've just got to."
Miss Hamilton got up from her armchair and walked over to the couch and sat next to Vicki, who was getting more distraught by the second.
She put her arms around the girl and tried to comfort her. Vicki's sobs got louder and louder. She buried her face in Miss Hamilton's shoulder and pleaded, "Please, please, don't do this to me. You're not really as cruel and cold as you seem, are you? You don't want to do this to me. You don't really want to hurt me, do you?" Vicki sobbed out.
"Do you think I'm cold and cruel?" Miss Hamilton asked, her hands now massaging Vicki's back, trying to comfort her.
Vicki was suddenly aware of the contact. "Not right now," she replied, sniffing in her tears, getting curious over the change that had come about in Miss Hamilton.
"I could get in trouble for keeping you on," Miss Hamilton said. "I don't want to jeopardize my own position, either." Miss Hamilton was holding Vicki tightly and caressing her in a comforting manner. Vicki noticed that Miss Hamilton's soft breasts were pressed against her own chest. Miss Hamilton seemed to be rubbing the upper half of her body against Vicki, who caught herself responding in kind.
She wondered what was going on. Surely it must be her imagination. Or was Miss Hamilton breathing a little loudly?
"Let me reconsider," Miss Hamilton said, brushing Vicki's hair off her face with her hand and gently kissing her on the cheek. "Let me see that panty girdle again," she said. She reached her hands down around Vicki's ass and squeezed her two cheeks.
"It certainly doesn't feel as though you're wearing a girdle," Miss Hamilton said, keeping her hands there much longer than necessary.
"Oh, I'm not, not now," Vicki said.
"You certainly have a nicely rounded bottom," Miss Hamilton said. "What are you wearing? You're supposed to be wearing your girdle when on duty."
"I didn't think the party was being on duty," Vicki said.
"And you'd planned to go out until I called these little conferences," Miss Hamilton guessed.
"Well, I had hoped to," Vicki said.
"I could expel you for this," Miss Hamilton said. "Let me see just what you do have on under there."
Vicki became upset again at the thought of expulsion. "I don't have anything on, Miss Hamilton. I was doing it as a joke. It's a private matter between me and a male friend."
"Nothing on, dear?" she said. "I can hardly believe that."
Before Vicki knew it, Miss Hamilton had snaked her hand up Vicki's skirt and it was resting lightly on her inner thigh. Her fingers crept slowly up until Miss Hamilton could feel Vicki's silky pussy hair.
"I don't know what to do about you," she said.
"Please don't kick me out," Vicki pleaded. But somehow she knew that Miss Hamilton wasn't going to do that.
Miss Hamilton was holding her lovingly, tenderly fingering her pussy hair, and suddenly, in spite of her anxiety about being expelled, Vicki found herself feeling turned on.
Her pussy began to twitch as Miss Hamilton fondled her pussy hair, and she gasped when Miss Hamilton's fingers brushed (was it accidentally?) across her clitoris.
"You are so beautiful," Miss Hamilton said, whispering in Vicki's ear. "It would hurt me to see you go. You are so lovely, so soft, so sensual. It would take more strength than I have to expel you."
Now she began to kiss Vicki all over her lovely face. She kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, and finally her lips. Her hand began to feel her cunt with more intent, and her other hand finally went to her breast.
Vicki was grateful that Miss Hamilton would keep her on, and she was as excited as hell. Miss Hamilton in love with her? It was too much. She kissed back, pleased with the softness of it all, surprised that it wasn't a shock to kiss another woman.
Besides, Vicki told herself, she had to have some sex. She'd almost gone out of her mind with frustration when she found out that she couldn't go out with Don earlier that night. Well, this would be just as good, maybe even better.
Miss Hamilton released Vicki just long enough to take some clips out of her hair and remove her suit jacket. As soon as her blond curls framed her face, she looked softer and more feminine. She was wearing a tight-fitting white sweater under her jacket, and Vicki could see the outline of her erect nipples through it.
Miss Hamilton caught her staring. "Do you find me attractive, Vicki?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, yes I do," Vicki said. "I've admired you since we first met. But I never dreamed you were... I mean... ".
"You never dreamed I would like you too," Miss Hamilton said. "You never dreamed I was human, never dreamed I was a sexual person."
"Yes," said Vicki.
"I saw you with Don tonight," Miss Hamilton told her. "I don't blame you for liking him. He's a very good lover."
"How do you know?" Vicki asked, shocked.
"Don is a frequent guest here," Miss Hamilton said. "You'll have plenty of time to date him. But tonight I wanted you to myself. A man is just a man, a cock is just a cock, but a good woman is something to be prized, a treasure, and I want to help you realize the truth in what I say."
Then she again put her arms around Vicki and they kissed, with wet open lips, with tongues touching and tantalizing.
Miss Hamilton slipped Vicki's light dress over her head and took off her brassiere. She was openly appreciative of Vicki's large breasts and beautiful red cunt hair.
She kneaded Vicki's big boobs and then began to kiss them. Vicki liked the feeling of Miss Hamilton's golden curls tickling her chest. Her hands were smaller and softer than a man's, and they felt good on her body.
She reached out to touch Miss Hamilton's breasts, but Miss Hamilton said, "No, dear, not yet. First just let me make love to you. Let me just show you the joys of being served by an adoring woman for the first time. Just relax, and let me give you exquisite pleasure."
Vicki lay back on the couch as Miss Hamilton continued to kiss and suck on her breasts. Soon she could hardly bear the pleasure. It was torture. Her pussy ached and she began tossing her hips in the air. Miss Hamilton put a hand on her mound and Vicki groaned with pleasure.
Miss Hamilton lifted one of Vicki's big tits and kissed the area underneath it. She then ran her tongue down to Vicki's bellybutton, and around and around it, then she darted her tongue in and out of it.
She stroked Vicki's pussymound, tantalizing Vicki beyond belief. Vicki could hardly wait to have something inside her wet, waiting cunt. If this had been a man she was with, she would have yelled "Fuck me, fuck me," but she didn't know just what to say to Miss Hamilton.
So she just continued to whimper, arching her back higher and higher, trying to get her clit and pussy in contact with Miss Hamilton's fingers. "Please, please," she begged, "I can't stand it any longer."
"Don't worry, darling," Miss Hamilton said, "I'll take good care of you."
Miss Hamilton ran her tongue down through Vicki's soft cunt hair. She spread her lips apart and fastened her mouth on Vicki's long pink clit. She began sucking. The feeling of Miss Hamilton's hair spread over her belly added to Vicki's excitement.
It had been thrilling, Vicki remembered, when Don had eaten her in the plane, but nothing like this. Vicki could tell that Miss Hamilton was enjoying going down on her in a way quite different from Don.
Vicki continued writhing on the bed, thrusting her hips up, shoving her cunt at Miss Hamilton, who grabbed a loose cushion off the back of the couch and shoved it under Vicki's ass.
"Put your knees up, dear," she said, and Vicki did as she was told.
Miss Hamilton knelt between Vicki's legs and placed her hands under her ass. With both thumbs, she spread Vicki's juicy crotch open and parted the red hairs at the door of her love nest. Then she put her head back down and again sucked on Vicki's throbbing clit.
Soon Vicki felt Miss Hamilton remove her lips from her love bud, and felt her wet tongue circle her twat. Miss Hamilton's nose was rubbing against Vicki's clit now, while her tongue darted in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, God," Vicki cried as she felt the wet tongue slip in. "My God, this is fantastic."
Miss Hamilton kept shoving her tongue in and out of Vicki's pussy, like a little cock, and she spread Vicki's ass apart at the same time and started putting her finger into Vicki's asshole.
That sent Vicki flying over the edge of control. She grabbed Miss Hamilton's head and held it still while she thrashed against her face, loving the way it felt to have a tongue inside her.
"Oh, yes," she cried, coming fast and furiously, spilling more and more cunt juice onto her lover's tongue.
But Miss Hamilton didn't stop. She continued lapping at Vicki's crotch until another orgasm overtook the girl, and another and another. Finally she stopped and gently caressed Vicki's swollen red cunt lips.
"You are delicious," she said. "As sweet as honey. Go on up to sleep now. Dream of me, and don't worry about leaving school. I'm sure you'll make a terrific stew."
CHAPTER THREE
As school came to a close, Vicki and Betty Welles decided to continue rooming together. They were both based in Chicago, and were the only two out of their bunk who were to remain in the Windy City.
The school handed them a list of addresses of apartment buildings that didn't mind having stewardesses as tenants, and together they tramped up and down the hot streets of the North Side, apartment hunting.
They had a choice of taking a large apartment and several more roommates, or a smaller place with just the two of them. Vicki was all for the smaller apartment. She figured they would each have more privacy that way, even with less space. It was a lot easier to dump one roommate than three, Vicki thought.
Betty didn't want a lot of roommates either. The girls looked high and low for a two bedroom they could afford, but finally gave up and settled for a small three room in a high rise.
"Our schedules don't match up very well," Betty observed as they compared work sheets after they'd settled in.
"Well, we'll almost have the place to ourselves, then, won't we?" Vicki said. "It'll really be luxurious."
Betty wasn't so sure that she wanted to spend so much time alone, but Vicki reassured her. "Look, there are stews across the hall, and next door too. You won't be lonely here while I'm working. And besides, you'll probably have lots of dates."
"I guess you're right," Betty said. "Besides, I'll probably be exhausted after a day's work."
"Where are you off to?" Vicki asked.
"New York," Betty said. "Back and forth several times a day. What about you?"
"I'm going to California," Vicki said. "I can hardly wait." She knew that Miss Hamilton had arranged for her to get a San Francisco flight. She'd been told that long flights were more fun than short hops, that there was more time to do the work, more time to get to know the passengers and crew, and all in all, easier in some ways. Besides that, Vicki was really looking forward to seeing the sights of San Francisco.
Vicki planned to get some shopping in too. With the time change and all, she'd be able to add a few extra hours to her day. She fell asleep on the eve of her first trip dreaming of a planeful of good-looking young men, all with hands eager to touch her and cocks eager to fuck her and mouths eager to suck her.
She was not disappointed.
She took a taxi to the airport the next morning, and somehow managed to be on board her flight at the proper time. She was greeted by the senior stews, and introduced herself to the other junior working the flight, a cute short brown-haired girl named Angie.
"First time out?" Angie asked.
"Yes," Vicki said.
"Clean up your cabin, girls," the senior stew, Jane, told them.
Angie hurried Vicki into the coach section. Vicki was dismayed to find ashtrays unemptied, seats in all sorts of positions, trays opened, etc. "Aren't there people who take care of these things?" she asked.
"They do a rotten job," Angie replied. "Check the lavatories, will you? Here's a list of what supplies should be in there."
Vicki did as she was told, making sure there were also band-aids, something she never would have thought about except for that incident in training.
Then she joined Angie in the galley, where the food was being put on board. Lunch was going to be served: brisket with vegetables, salad, roll and butter, and layer cake for dessert Drinks were available, if the passengers paid for them, and Vicki found out that it would be her job to wheel the liquor cart up and down the aisle before the meal was served.
She checked out the cart's supplies. Miniatures of nearly everything she could think of, plenty of ready-mixed drinks, and bottles of several kinds of soft drink mixers, soda, tonic, cola, and a pitcher of water. Glasses, and a huge ice bucket were also on the cart, as well as a bottle opener and towel.
Vicki was wearing her jumpsuit for this flight, as was the other stew. Working long meal flights was a more elaborate and drawn-out procedure than short hops. On short hops, you served drinks right from the galley, and you did it fast. On this flight there was time to chat with the passengers and be more leisurely. Vicki thought she would like it. It was a more casual atmosphere.
And so it was more appropriate to wear pants than it would have been to wear a skirt. As the passengers began boarding, Vicki could tell that they were appreciative of her figure.
The suspenders enhanced her boobs, and she knew she was being stared at as the men walked down the aisle, searching out the seats they'd been assigned at the boarding gate.
Mostly they were business-type men, wearing suits and carrying briefcases. Some were fat, some were thin, some had moustaches, some had sideburns, some had long hair, some were bald, but they were men, and Vicki delighted in smiling at each and every one of them as they entered the cabin. Some of them tried to hide the fact that they found her a real stunner, and others openly admired those boobs sticking out at them.
The few women on board tried not to show their jealousy, and they paid little or no attention to Vicki. There were a few women with children, and these women were so preoccupied with their charges that they wouldn't have noticed Vicki even if she were nude.
Vicki made the appropriate fuss over the children and gave out packets of amusements to them, provided by the airlines.
She watched Angie demonstrate the oxygen masks, then went around to all the passengers and asked who would like to purchase head sets for the movie or for music.
Vicki had just finished with this task when Angie told her the plane was about to take off. Since the cabin was only about half-full, the two stews picked any empty seats to buckle up in until they were in the air.
Vicki slid into the aisle seat in a row where only the window seat was taken, naturally by an attractive young man, who, Vicki thought, looked like a college type, probably similar to someone she might have met at State, had she gone there.
"You don't mind if I sit here during take-off, do you?" she asked, flashing her smile at him.
"No, not at all," he said, smiling back. "Which one are you, Miss Buzby or Miss Ort?"
"Miss Buzby," Vicki said. "My first name's Victoria."
"My name's Joe Kale," the young man said. "Going to be in California long?" Vicki asked. "Until Christmas, probably," he said. "That's a long stay."
"Yeh. I go to school there, and live there during the summers too. I was just in Chicago visiting my folks for a while."
The two continued to chat pleasantly until Vicki suddenly realized that the plane was in the air and she had to get to work.
"Excuse me," she said, "duty calls."
She began walking up to the galley and about halfway up the aisle she felt a pinch on her behind.
She turned around but saw no one even looking at her. As she continued up the aisle a man reached out and grabbed her arm. "Yes?" she said.
"Could you please tell me what magazines you have?"
Vicki rattled off a number of titles and brought him the one he requested. Then she answered a call for a glass of waiter. Next a mother wanted her to heat up her baby's bottle.
By the time she finally made it to the galley, it was time to help Angie get the meal in order. "Sorry it took so long to get back," Vicki said. "They don't let you pass their seats without asking for something or other."
"Most of it is nothing," Angie said. "They just look for an excuse to speak to you. Some of them get a real charge out of harassing you, too. Don't take any crap from them."
"Angie," Vicki said, "I think one of them pinched my ass."
"I wouldn't be a bit surprised," she replied. The galley telephone buzzed just then, and Angie answered it. "Certainly, Captain, right away," she said, "They want you on the flight deck," Angie told Vicki.
"Me?" Vicki said, surprised. "What would they want me for?"
"They probably just want to rib you a little, first time out and all. Isn't Captain Foley a dream? And Rod Engels, the second, is very sexy too. They're all married but they like to lad around."
"I never even met them," Vicki said.
"You mean you didn't go through the crew room and introduce yourself to them before you boarded?" Angie asked.
"No-was I supposed to?"
"Yep. They'll consider you very rude for that. Probably they'll report you and you'll end up working junk flights for a few months."
Vicki was nervous now. "I'd better go face the music," she said. "I don't want to be late getting there and make things worse."
"Just hurry back," Angie sighed. She knew that the officers liked to hassle the first-timers, keeping them away from their duties by having them run themselves ragged back and forth, doing errands and other services for the crew. But I'm the one who suffers for it, Angie thought. I have to do everything back here myself.
Vicki hurried forward, through the first class cabin and into the flight deck.
The three officers were seated comfortably, listening to some soft music being piped into their cabin.
"Well, what have we here?" said the captain, turning around to look at Vicki.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Vicki asked.
"Yes, yes. I certainly did want to see you. We all wanted to see you, didn't we, men?"
The others nodded.
"We wanted to see you," Captain Foley went on, "about an hour and a half ago, in the crew room. We waited until the very last minute before boarding, and you didn't show up."
"I'm sorry, sir," Vicki said. "You probably have guessed by now that this is my very first flight, and... ".
"No kidding?" Captain Foley said.
"Well, I didn't know about the crew room. But I'd like to introduce myself now. Better late than never, right?" Vicki stuck out her chest and tried to make light of her ignorance. She'd never met a man yet who could stay mad at her. "I'm Victoria Buzby."
"I'm Captain Foley," said the captain, a rugged-faced man in his forties.
"Officer Engles," said the co-captain.
"I'm Mr. Cant," said the navigator.
"Well, I'm pleased to meet you," Vicki said. "And please accept my apologies."
The men turned back to their controls. "Oh, Vicki," said Captain Foley, "please, could you bring me a sandwich? I think there are some on board somewhere. Ask around "
"Yes, do that," the others echoed. "And a couple of Cokes, too."
Vicki raced back to the galley where Angie was. "There aren't any sandwiches here and they know it," Angie said. "You're really getting the treatment."
Vicki made her way back to the flight deck with Cokes for the officers. "Sorry, no sandwiches," she said, delivering the drinks.
"No sandwiches, huh?" Captain Foley said. "That's too bad."
"Well, I'd better be getting back now," Vicki said. "Sure, see you later, honey," Engels told her. Vicki walked quickly through the first-class cabin, getting a glimpse of the passengers there, and of Jane, the senior stew, chatting with them as she served their lunch. It was steak, Vicki noticed.
Some of the passengers looked at her strangely. They must be wondering why I keep going back and forth, Vicki thought.
Vicki no sooner returned to her station in the coach section than she was again contacted by the officers in the flight deck "We got a problem, honey," Engels told her 'Get your sweet little ass back here."
She went, apologizing again to Angie for not being able to help serve lunch.
On her way to the flight deck, Vicki wondered if the stores she'd heard, the rumors about officers fooling around with the stews during a flight were true.
"Were having a little trouble," Captain Foley told Vicki when she opened the door to the cabin.
"What is it?' she asked, concerned.
"Oh, n- thing too serious," he said. "Just that the automatic flush isn't working."
"Automatic flush?" Vicki asked. "I never heard of that."
"Well, it sometimes goes out. It doesn't happen very often, so they don't bother to tell you about it."
Vicki thought that was odd. They told you about everything in stew school. Even about things that usually don't happen.
"Well," she said, "what do we do about it?"
"There's this button here," said the captain, pointing to a place on his instrument panel, almost directly in front of him. "What you have to do is, every twenty minutes, push this button and hold it there for thirty seconds. Just keep your finger there for thirty seconds every twenty minutes."
"You've got to be kidding," Vicki said"
"What about all my passengers, their lunches and all?"
"It's only thirty seconds out of every twenty minutes. "Rod, are you timing?" he asked the first officer. "Yes. Ready, set, go."
In order to reach the button the captain had indicated, Vicki had to lean directly over him. His head fit neatly between her breasts.
Vicki had to reach both arms out in front of her... one to press the button and the other to steady herself on the instrument panel.
In doing this, she pushed her boobs together, against the captain's face.
She was getting more and more suspicious as the seconds passed by. Finally, Rod Engels called out, "Time."
Vicki thought she heard them trying to muffle their giggles as she left the flight deck.
"What's the automatic flush? Vicki asked Angie when she returned.
"Oh, did they pull that old trick on you?" Angie said. "Foley is a real tit man, they say. I'm not surprised they did that."
Maybe I ought to be angry, Vicki thought. Actually, she was more amused. Now that she was sure it was a trick, she could have some fun too.
Before twenty minutes were up, Jane walked back and handed Vicki a note, sealed in an envelope. "One of the passengers in first class asked me to give this to you," she said.
Vicki opened it. "My name is Tom Brown," the note said. "I'm in seat 3A. If you'd like to join me for a drink at the Top of the Mark when we arrive in San Francisco, drop your answer off on your way back up to the flight deck."
It was the first substantial offer Vicki had had. There had been plenty of light flirting and innuendos, but nothing really concrete.
When it was time for Vicki to go back up front, she wrote "OK" on the note and replaced it in the envelope. As she walked through the cabin, she stopped briefly in front of seat 3A.
Mr. Brown was perhaps in his late thirties, with a trim physique and movie-star face. Vicki probably wouldn't have chosen anyone over thirty at first thought, but upon seeing Mr. Brown, she changed her mind.
He looked sexy and sophisticated, also discreet and distinguished. Why not? she thought, handing the letter back to him.
He looked up at her and smiled. His blue eyes shined brightly at her and she was glad that she'd accepted a date with him.
She went back in to join the officers. "Ready to do the manual flush?" Captain Foley asked.
"I think you're putting me on," Vicki challenged.
"Putting you on?" Foley said, putting an arm around her. "Why would I do something like that?"
"So you could get a good feel," Vicki said boldly.
"Oh, now, Vicki, come on," the captain said. "If I wanted a good feel, I'd just take one, like this."
He reached his arm out and touched her breast. En-gels pulled her strap off her shoulder and Foley continued caressing her tit.
Her nipple hardened, and Foley made note of it. "I don't know if you like this or not, but your boob does."
Vicki smiled. "It's an involuntary reaction."
"Let's see if the other one does the same," Foley said, pulling down her other shoulder strap and squeezing her other breast.
"Mr. Engels, these tits are simply incredible. Take a feel."
Engles did as ordered. Then he said, "Mr., Cant, this girl has real fine boobs. She's an A-l stew. Come on over here and grab a handful."
Before Vicki realized it, Mr. Cant was out of his chair and three pairs of hands were fondling her tits.
"You see, Vicki," Foley told her, "if we wanted to feel you up, this is what we would do."
"And if I wanted to feel you up," Vicki said, letting her own excitement take over, "what would I do?"
"You'd probably just sit right here on my lap first," Captain Foley said.
"And if I didn't want to feel you up, or want you to feel me up?" Vicki asked.
"Then you'd probably be off this flight. You'd probably fly to St. Louis, and Kansas City, and Decatur, and Springfield. You probably wouldn't be right for California."
Vicki promptly sat on the captain's lap. "I've a feeling I'm going to like California," she said, feeling his erect cock against her ass.
She wiggled her ass around on the captain's lap while Engels and Cant continued diddling with her tits. Vicki reached out one hand to each of the men in front of her and felt their cocks through their pants Both were hard.
Captain Foley began pressing his prick against Vicki as she began moving faster and faster around on his lap. The other two men lifted her sweater and had it off in a fraction of a second. Foley, who was behind her, unhooked her bra, and as soon as her tits were free there was a mouth on each one.
In no time Foley had unzipped the back of the overalls and was pulling them down. Vicki lifted her ass and Foley pulled the outfit down over her hips Vicki continued to wiggle until it fell entirely off over her feet.
Now she was clad only in her tight panties, as her shoes had come off with the slacks, garter belt and stockings. As usual, her cunt hair stuck out from her panties, around the legs.
"Let me have those tits, fellows," Foley said. They reluctantly relinquished Vicki's breasts and Foley had Vicki turn around. Now she was facing him, still sitting on his lap, straddling him. Their crotches were together and as he began playing with her boobs they rubbed their bodies, cock against pussy.
The other two men watched as Foley nibbled on Vicki's tits and kneaded them with both hands.
Then Engels and Cant stood up, facing Vicki; their flies were about level with her face.
Vicki didn't hesitate to unzip their pants. With a hard prick in each hand, Foley's cock rubbing against her sopping wet pussy, and his hands and mouth on her tits, Vicki was in ecstasy.
Somehow, wearing her panties and feeling the additional hardness of Foley's zipper rubbing against her clit made the whole thing even more thrilling than actually fucking.
Engels and Cant pressed in closer until their cocks were close to Vicki's face. She turned her head toward Engles and began to suck on his hard dick. She licked it three times, swirling her tongue around the swollen purple head, and then, still jerking him with her hand, turned toward Cant's prick and gave him the same treatment.
Back and forth she went between the two men's cocks, Engels getting long slow licks and Cant getting little butterfly flicks across his head with rapid hand action.
She felt the men forcing, thrusting, and she suddenly decided she wanted to see them come together in her hands and spill their spunk over her tits.
She pulled their cocks over her breasts and kept an eye on both of them, doing them identically with her hands, licking off the first drops of pre-cum that spilled out of their cock holes.
Foley was doing a terrific job of making her pussy ready to come. His erection was digging into her, and his chair had just enough give in it to allow them to move quite freely.
Everything was perfect. The sight of a cock in each of her hands drove Vicki wild with desire. Harder and harder she pumped, waiting, holding her own orgasm back until she first felt semen spilling over onto her boobs.
Cant's release came first, just a second before Engels spilled his spunky come over her spongy, milky-white tits.
Vicki threw back her head and closed her eyes, unable to hold off any longer. Her clit quivered against Foley's pants as his erect cock pressed harder and harder against her.
When Cant, Engels and Vicki had regained their energies, Foley said, "Now it's my turn, is it not, California girl?"
"Yes," Vicki said, unzipping his fly. "Now it's your turn, Captain."
His cock was larger than either of the other two, but not by much. It was red as a rose and looked ready to come. Vicki began to suck and kiss it, but Foley said, "No, between your boobs."
Foley reclined his captain's chair and Vicki knelt over the lower half of his body. "Just squeeze your breasts around my cock," he said.
She loved feeling his hardness between her soft globes. Her breasts completely enveloped his prick and she rubbed her tits around and around, stimulating herself as well as him.
Within seconds he came effortlessly, spilling come on her tits for the third time.
Then the three men washed her boobs for her. Vicki was excited all over again, but, to her dismay, there was no more time to play.
"We have to prepare for landing now," Captain Foley said. "Hope we see you again soon."
Vicki walked out into the first-class cabin and smiled as she passed Tom Brown's seat. What would he say if he knew what she'd just been through, she wondered.
She got back to her cabin just in time to finish taking the lunch trays away and lock up the galley with Angle.
"You sure were gone a long time," Angie said. "I guess you'll be working the California run again."
"Those three really are something," Vicki found herself saying.
"Yep, so I've heard," Angie said. "They've got a reputation as 'The Fearsome Threesome.' The stories about them are wild."
Vicki decided not to say any more. She and Angie busily cleaned up and prepared the cabin for landing.
Captain Foley did a perfect job of bringing the aircraft down. The landing was so smooth that they hardly knew they'd touched the runway.
"Captain must be happy," said Angie.
"What?" Vicki asked, not understanding.
"You should feel his landings when he's angry about something. They're jerky as hell."
Vicki was sure Angie knew a lot more than she was saying directly.
Vicki stood at her post, saying good-bye to all the passengers. When the last person had left, she checked all the overhead racks and all the spaces under the seats to see that no one had left anything on board.
Then she checked the lavatories to make sure no one was inside, and all was clear.
She got her suitcase from the in-cabin luggage compartment and walked into the airport. Tom Brown was waiting there, just outside the gate.
"They should have put you in first class," he said when he saw her. "Anyone who pays for first class should get you to look at as a special bonus."
"Thank you," Vicki told him.
"Where are you staying?"
"At the Hilton. Angie and I have a room together."
"Well, I have a car here," Tom Brown said. "Why don't you let me drop you off there. You can relax, change, do a little sightseeing if you want. Then I'll meet you at the Hopkins around 5:30 or so. Just come to the hotel and call me on the house phone when you get there."
"Sounds fine to me," Vicki said. . Angie came out of the plane a few minutes after Vicki and said, "Excuse me, Vicki. Do you want to share a cab to the hotel, or shall I go on?"
"Oh, Angie, this is Mr. Brown." Vicki introduced them. "He's offered to drop us off."
The girls knew, as soon as they saw his car, that Mr., Brown was no pauper. He drove a white Continental, "Is this yours? You own it?" Vicki asked, settling in next to Mr. Brown.
"No, not this one," he said. "I've rented it because I'll just be here for a few days. But I have one like it at home."
"Wow," Vicki said.
"Actually, the one at home is nicer. It's been customized for me."
By the time Vicki and Angie got to their hotel, Vicki was plenty anxious to meet Mr. Brown later. She was discovering that men with money, if they were good-looking, turned her on even more than regular guys The thought of Mr. Brown's being rich made her pussy begin to drip. She didn't exactly understand why, but she didn't care.
The girls unpacked and rested a little and then decided to go shopping. Angie had a date that night also. "With the man sitting in Row 17. He was the only one in the row."
Vicki decided to buy something smashing for her date that night. She found it in Magnin's. A black nylon gown, long and tight-fitting, with spaghetti straps. The top of the gown barely covered her boobs, which stuck out at the sides and over the top.
"I'll take it," she told the saleslady, whose eyes were nearly popping out.
"You're not going to wear that in public," Angie said.
"I sure am, honey. What do the ads say, 'If you've got it, flaunt it.' I have a shawl. I won't take that off until I'm safely in the bar under Mr. Brown's escort, Don't worry."
Back at their hotel room, Angie and Vicki showered and got ready for their dates. Vicki noticed that without any clothes on, Angie really did have a nice figure. She was quite petite, and her breasts, though small, were nicely rounded and had incredibly pointed nipples.
Vicki imagined herself touching Angie's boobs and sucking on her little pointed titties. She wondered what Angie would say if she knew of her fantasy. Angie's pussy hair was light and fluffy.
Then she became aware that Angie was staring at her, too. "I'm sorry," Angie said. "I've just never seen anything like you. Are those all yours? I mean, no silicone, or anything?"
"It's all me," Vicki said, slipping into her gown.
Tom Brown was waiting for Vicki at the entrance to the Top of the Mark.
He had changed his clothes, out of the business suit he'd been traveling in, to a pair of maroon trousers, a white turtleneck and dark gray blazer. He looked stunning, and Vicki felt herself drawn to him immediately.
"You look lovely," he said upon greeting her.
"And you do too," she told him.
"Let's sit near the window so we can enjoy the view,, I've reserved a table."
Tom helped Vicki to her seat, and after she sat down she removed her shawl and placed it over the back of her chair.
"I'm not sure how long I will be able to stand just staring at you from across the table," Mr. Brown told her. "That dress reveals just enough to make it nearly impossible for me to contain myself."
"Then I made a wise choice," Vicki said.
A miniskirted waitress approached their table. "Why, Mr. Brown," she said, "how nice to see you again."
"Thank you, Lorine. May I introduce Miss Buzby."
"Hello," the waitress said, staring unabashedly at Vicki. "May I take your order?"
"Shall we have drinks and some of the lovely sandwiches they serve here as appetizers?" Mr. Brown asked. "Perhaps we should, to tide us over for a late dinner."
Tom Brown ordered, and when the waitress left he said, "I was hoping you'd agree to postpone dinner until later. Say, after I show you the view from my room, just one floor below this?"
"Sounds lovely," Vicki said. "I don't think I can wait much longer either."
"Then it's true," Tom said. "You are attracted to me as much as I to you?"
"Yes," she replied simply.
They finished their drinks and sandwiches almost hurriedly and then took the elevator down a flight.
"Room?" Vicki said, when she saw where Mr. Brown was staying. "This isn't a room, it's, well, it's... "
"A suite," he finished for her. "Let me show you around."
There was a large, lavishly furnished living room, a deluxe bedroom with two gigantic beds, three bathrooms, and a conference room with a private office adjoining.
Whoever Mr. Brown was, Vicki figured, he was important.
"Shall we return to the bedroom?" he asked after he'd shown her around.
"Of course," Vicki said. She saw no point in being teasy or coy. Mr. Brown was much too sophisticated for that.
They stood next to the bed and Tom carefully pulled her little straps over her shoulders, caressing her flawless skin as he ran his hands up and down her arms.
He unzipped her dress with the touch of an experienced lover and pulled it down over her massive breasts, to her waist.
"Even better than I'd dreamed," he told her, looking at her tits with great appreciation and lifting them in his hands. "I must confess, I wish they were my own. It must be a great joy to you to have them."
"Yes, I like them too," Vicki said.
"Tell me, have you ever known the pleasure of making love with another woman?"
Vicki confessed that she had.
Then Tom told her that his nipples were especially sensitive and that he liked to have them kissed. Vicki removed his shirt and trailed her fingers around his tits. They got hard, and Vicki began to suck on them.
She liked having a man want her to do this. Most men didn't much care for her to pay attention to anything but their pricks. And while Vicki liked cocks plenty, it was sometimes fun to do other things, to make it take longer.
"Why don't you try to imagine that I'm a woman," Tom whispered to her as she sucked his tits and he played with her breasts. "It would excite me greatly."
"Sure," Vicki said, trying to imagine Angie's small breasts. The thought of Angie only increased her own excitement.
Vicki played with Tom's tits for quite a while, her own passion increasing every minute as he maneuvered and diddled with her own breasts with more pleasure and fascination than any other man ever had. He made her aware of erogenous zones on her tits that she hadn't known were there. He was making love to her breasts with his hands, and she was almost coming from it.
Finally she could stand it no longer, and she reached for Tom's cock. To her surprise, she found it only slightly hard.
"Am I not doing something right?" she asked, unzipping his pants. "Let me go down on you."
"No, no, Vicki," he protested, "not yet. I do have some unusual needs that I hope won't disturb you."
"I'm not easily disturbed," she replied, fascinated.
"I like to imagine I'm a woman," Tom said. "Sometimes I like the woman I'm with to imagine it too. I have an unusual device that will aid us in our fantasy."
"What is it?" Vicki asked, genuinely curious.
"You aren't disappointed?" Tom said.
"To tell you the truth, my pussy is ready for a big hot cock," Vicki said. "But some fingers or a tongue will do just as well."
"Hopefully, if you play along with me, I'll be able to give you everything you want," Tom said.
Tom went over to one of the dressers in the bedroom and pulled out what seemed to be a jock strap. He took off his pants and shorts and put it on.
When Vicki got a good look at it, she discovered that the thing, whatever it was, completely hid his prick and balls. And the front of it was decorated to look like an open hairy twat, complete with two sets of red lips, a clit, and open slit.
"Good heavens," she said.
"Quite realistic, isn't it?" he said.
Vicki reached over and touched the fake pussy. She could actually insert her finger a little ways into the hole, and the clitoris really flipped back and forth. Even the hair around it felt real.
Tom lay back down on the bed. "Get on top of me," he said. Vicki did, and soon her clit was rubbing up against the one he had. Her boobs hung down over his chest, and they moved quickly and rhythmically against each other. Vicki soon felt a hard bulge against her crotch, and she knew he'd gotten a monstrous hard-on.
"Shall we change positions now?" he suggested as he skillfully turned her over.
"Put your finger all the way into my cunt hole," Tom said.
Vicki did, and was surprised to find that it was open clear through to the other side.
"I didn't know it went through," she said.
"I know. I wanted it to be a surprise."
On the other side of the hole, Vicki found Tom's hard cock. She pulled it through and he helped her guide it into her warm waiting pussy.
It was heaven, at last, having a prick in her cunt, Vicki thought as she ground her hips around on the bed.
After a few moments, Tom got up on his knees to fuck her. With each thrust of his body she could feel his fake clit bumping against her swollen pink love button.
She lifted her ass to greet his thrusting prick, and as she did Tom put his hands under her cheeks and pushed her even closer o him.
He held her close to him and they ground their crotches against each other, barely moving now.
The tightness of Vicki's pussy, the skill with which she held his cock inside her, the enthusiasm with which she'd played out his game, the pull her cunt exerted on his now-erect, now-throbbing prick left him helpless to delay any longer.
She felt his penis twitch deep inside her and she clamped her twat hard on him, pulling his semen out of him and into her convulsing cunt He wiggled against her and his clit forced hers over the brink. His cock felt the spasms in her snatch as he spilled his juice into her slippery cunt.
Finally her pussy released him and he slid out, spent and soft.
They awoke several hours later, dressed, and dined in Chinatown.
Then Tom Brown dropped Vicki. at her hotel. "We'll see each other again, Vicki. That is, if you want to."
"Yes, yes I do," she said, knowing she hadn't had enough of this fascinating, unusual man. He seemed real jet-set to her. God knows what he would think of next, she thought.
"I'm pretty busy," he said. "I travel a lot and can't make any definite arrangements now. But I assure you, we will meet again within the next couple of months." He left with her telephone number, and Vicki took the elevator to her floor, wondering if Angie's evening had been anywhere nearly as thrilling as her own.
CHAPTER FOUR
Fall is a lovely season, Vicki mused as she hurried with her shopping cart full of groceries from the supermarket to the apartment she shared with Betty.
She saw the leaves turning on the few trees the city had bothered to plant on her street, and imagined herself being in the country. Making love in a meadow would be nice, she thought.
Well, tomorrow morning she'd be on her way to California once again, and then she'd have two glorious days to find someone to fuck her out in the great outdoors, someone maybe to screw her on the wild beach, on the craggy Pacific Coastline in the San Francisco Bay area, maybe on a cliff overlooking the sea.
She'd been working just a little over a month as a stew and the life was every bit as exciting and adventuresome as she'd imagined it would be.
She was a born stew, she'd been told by people who knew stews.
She was cool and efficient on the job. The duties now seemed like second nature to her and she performed them without seeming to try. She loved the contact with the passengers, especially the men, and she particularly enjoyed turning them on with her eyes, or her smile.
She didn't mind when they stared at her boobs or made lewd remarks under their breath. She flirted back, usually secretly, but sometimes openly, and she accepted dates at random, picking out whoever appealed to her at the moment.
She never worried about not making the best possible choice. There was always a next time, and a time after that, and if she got a dud, a loser, she didn't let it bother her.
Usually when she got a famous person on board she didn't hesitate to play up to him. Maybe someday she'd write her memoirs, she thought, and name the names. Some people in the worlds of show business and politics had reputations for their skills in bed, and she wanted to find out for herself.
There seemed to be somewhat of a pattern. Athletes generally liked quickies, actors were vain, foreign men were romantic, businessmen had premature ejaculations, politicians were mechanical, but every once in a while, a man defied his stereotype.
Vicki got a charge out of them even when they were predictable. She knew she turned them on, she knew she was something special to them, she knew her boobs were the biggest, her pussy the tightest, her cunt hair the softest, her ass the roundest, and she really dug the way they appreciated her-and they all did, no matter who they were, or what they did, or how old they were.
Vicki's thoughts of sex were interrupted as she entered the elevator in her building and made idle chatter with some fellow residents.
As she unlocked the door to her apartment, she heard the phone ringing and ran to answer it. She'd planned to stay in tonight and go to sleep early so she'd be in top shape for her trip tomorrow.
She'd looked on the roster and found out she'd be flying with Foley's gang, for the first time since her first initiation flight, and she wanted to be ready for them, all bright-eyed and horny.
But, if there happened to be a potential date on the phone, she didn't want to miss a chance. Turned out that what was on the phone was no potential date at all.
"Miss Buzby?" a male voice said. "Yes."
"This is Simmons, the dispatcher. We need a substitute on the midnight to the Coast. Double pay plus overtime for that and a quick flight back, then three days off. I can fill your flight tomorrow with no trouble."
Vicki thought for a moment. She did want to fly with Foley, Engels and Cant again. But, on the other hand, she'd never worked a night trip. She heard they were wild. Foley's crew would come along again sometime soon. She'd pick the unknown, as usual.
"Okay, Simmons, it's a deal," she said. She hurried to put her groceries away, bathe and do her hair.
She decided to get to the airport early and see if she could find someone to have dinner with. She went into the public bar and ordered a Coke.
It wasn't long before a man approached her. It never was. This one was fortyish and lonely-looking. "I thought you weren't supposed to drink in uniform," he said, looking her over carefully.
"It's only a Coke," she said, flashing her white teeth at him. "And how do you know so much about airline rules?"
"I fly a lot," he said. "Fm about to go to the Playboy Club downtown," he told her. "How'd you like to have dinner with me there?"
"Well, I'd like that just fine," Vicki said, "but I'm due on a plane in a couple of hours."
"Well, then join me for dinner here."
"I'd love to," Vicki said. "Name's Victoria Buzby."
"Ralph Boyd," the man said. "What route do you work?"
"Coast and back, mostly," Vicki answered as they walked into the restaurant. "Too bad, too bad," Ralph replied. "Now why do you say that?"
"Because I only fly Texas to Chicago, back and forth, several times a month."
"I'm sure the stews on your flights are lovely," Vicki said, patting his hand.
"Oh, yes, they're some real nice girls, they sure are. But I've never seen one with knockers like yours. Excuse my language, but those boobs are just about the biggest I've ever seen anywhere, except maybe for Jayne Mansfield's-ever see her?"
"Nope," Vicki replied.
"Naw," the man said, "you're too young. Now I'm showing my age, aren't I?"
"You don't look so ancient to me," Vicki said, now realizing that Ralph was a little bit drunk. Most men weren't quite so forward when they were sober.
They were seated at a small corner table and their knees touched under the long white tablecloth.
Ralph put his hand under the table and began to fondle Vicki's stockinged knee. He rubbed his hand up and down her leg. "Nice legs you've got there," he said, "real nice. You sure you've got to make a plane?"
"If I want to keep my job, I do," Vicki said. "Maybe some other time."
"What do you think all these people would say if they knew I was rubbing your leg?" Ralph said, sweeping his eyes around the crowded restaurant. "Do you think they'd be shocked?"
"I wonder," Vicki remarked, giggling as Ralph's hand crept higher and higher under her skirt. The thought of him feeling her up secretly turned her on like a light bulb, and she felt a warm moisture in her panty-girdle panties.
"Why are you laughing?" Ralph asked.
"Because I think it's funny," Vicki said, "to be doing this in secret, appearing to just be having a normal conversation, ordering dinner, just like everyone else."
"Does it turn you on, to be doing sexy things that no one can see?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact it does." Vicki had done a lot of extraordinary things in her day, she told Ralph, "but never something as common as getting felt up under a tablecloth."
"Well, then," Ralph said, moving his hand higher and higher until it touched the crotch of her panties, "let me be the first."
Vicki jumped a bit as his fingers brushed against her clit. "You've got a good aim," she said.
"You're not wearing a girdle," he said. "How do you know I'm not a spy?"
"This is a girdle," Vicki said. "It's just very short and thin."
"I'm glad," Ralph said. He pulled his chair closer to the table and a little closer to Vicki.
Just then the waiter came. Ralph began rubbing his hand faster and faster into Vicki's crotch, innocently studying the menu as he did so. Vicki could hardly sit still. Her breathing was difficult to control.
Somehow, the waiter standing by, pencil poised over his pad, waiting patiently for Vicki to order, added to the excitement of the occasion.
"I'm in the mood for something especially good tonight," Ralph told the waiter. "Something particularly tasty. What would you recommend?"
"The roast beef is nice," he said, looking at Vicki, casting his eyes down at her boobs, which nearly stuck out over the table.
"Is it tender and juicy?" Ralph asked, continuing to finger Vicki's pussy, which released more and more juice by the second.
"Yes," the waiter said, "we've had lots of compliments."
"How does that sound to you, my dear?" Ralph asked Vicki.
"It sounds lovely," she said, barely able to speak, "I'll have it rare, with a bone, if you please."
"And you, sir?" the waiter asked. "Medium, also with a bone."
The waiter left and Vicki squirmed down in her chair, increasing the contact between her now-throbbing pussy and Ralph's fingers.
"It certainly would have been considerate for you to stop while I was ordering," Vicki said. "I could barely talk."
"I know," said Ralph. "It was fun to see you trying to hide your excitement. It still is. I wish this girdle fit more loosely around your legs."
"Now why is that?" Vicki asked in mock innocence.
"Because I'd like to get my fingers inside, like this," Ralph said, finally succeeding in slipping a finger between the elastic and Vicki's upper thigh. "So I could touch your soft wet pussy and stroke it for you before your dinner came."
Vicki felt his finger slip into her soaking wet cunt. She gasped. She was close to coming, she knew, and yet, the contact wasn't quite right. She couldn't force it, couldn't call attention to herself by struggling for a climax, but she had to have it.
"Just imagine all these people," Ralph said to her, "eating their dinners, never suspecting that this gorgeous redhead I'm dining with has let me into her snatch. Never dreaming that into this chair is pouring a gallon of juice, a delectable quantity of tasty white wine, wine I'd take over this any day, wine which I'd go to almost any length to taste."
Ralph lifted the glass of white wine he'd ordered and took a sip, slurping slightly. He then took his fingers out of her crotch and folded his hands under his chin with elbows on the table.
He lifted the fingers on his left hand, one by one, passing them under his nose and then lowering them down to his lips and sticking out his tongue, ever so slightly. He somehow used his right hand as a shield, but Vicki didn't miss what he was doing.
When he'd pulled his fingers away from her, her panties had stuck between her cunt lips, and all Vicki had to do to stimulate her erect clit was to flex her buttocks. She didn't think she could do this to orgasm, but it satisfied her for the time being.
Finally their meals arrived. They chewed slowly, licking their lips with every bite. Each glance between them was filled with innuendos and unspoken desire.
Finally they finished their meat, and Vicki picked up the roast beef bone and began to chew on it.
She ate the remaining meat off of it, then put one end into her mouth and began to suck the juices out of it, pulling it in and out of her mouth, lapping at it, circling it with her tongue. Ralph watched her, fascinated.
"You like bones, do you?" he asked.
"Umm," Vicki murmured. "This one is quite tasty."
"You're giving me a terrific hard-on," he said softly, reaching back under the table for her cunt.
"Oh, really?" Vicki said, wiping her hands on her napkin. "Let's see."
She reached under the tablecloth and let her hand creep up Ralph's leg until it rested on his hard cock. She gave it a loving squeeze and Ralph caught his breath.
Finally the waiter came to take their dessert orders. "I think I've had quite enough," Ralph said, moving over on his chair, just out of Vicki's reach. "Bring the check, please."
Ralph removed his fingers from the lovely redhead's crotch. "Are you quite sure you must be on that flight this evening?" he asked.
"Quite. I'm sorry. Really." Vicki never thought she'd hear herself saying she was sorry she had to go to work, but this time she not only said it, but also meant it.
Maybe if they'd had more time, she thought, they could have masturbated each other all the way under the tablecloth.
"I must say," Ralph told her, "that you are by far the loveliest, most charming, most fun dinner partner I've ever had. If you ever get to Dallas, please look me up. I know a place," and his voice became a whisper, "where each dining booth is quite private, nearly completely so, and the benches are only on one side of the table, so that the dinner partners must sit side by side The waiters there are most discreet."
"Sounds good," Vicki whispered. "If I ever get to Dallas, you'll be the first person I call. Maybe I'll even bid on a flight there, who knows?"
Vicki said good-bye to Ralph and stopped in the ladies' room before boarding her plane. God, her panties were wet, uncomfortably so. She dried herself off as best she could, heating herself up again in the process She wished she had the time to slowly, luxuriously jerk herself off, but she had to hurry.
This was her first night flight, she suddenly remembered, and she was eager to experience it. She'd heard wild rumors of people fucking under blankets in their seats at night, and she didn't want to miss any of it The plane was not very full, and Vicki was relieved to know that she wouldn't have to work too hard There were two men traveling together who seemed on first glance to be gay. They were well-dressed, and their voices were smooth and velvety. They seemed somewhat affected, and once, as Vicki passed their row, she saw their hands touching.
There was a nice young couple, about Vicki's age, although they looked younger to her, and clearly they were newlyweds. They still had rice in their hair, and they looked adoringly into each other's eyes. The rings on their fingers sparkled.
"We wanted to take the morning flight," the bride said to Vicki, "but the honeymoon suite in our hotel had already been reserved for another couple. So we got the same suite in our hotel on the Coast."
Vicki imagined they'd be in California just in time to enjoy it.
The next passengers Vicki noticed were a boy and girl in their early twenties, but as different from the newlyweds as night and day. He carried a guitar, and his hair reached to his shoulders. Vicki was sure he was a male, but only after noticing his sideburns. His companion was too pretty to be anything other than female, and besides, Vicki noticed, she had breasts, braless breasts bouncing prettily up and down under a white peasant shirt.
In addition, several possible males boarded the plane, any one of whom could have asked Vicki for a date and not gotten rejected.
Vicki gave magazines to those who wanted them, then prepared the midnight snacks the airline so graciously provided. There was a thoughtful array of sandwiches and potato chips, as well as the usual drinks, hard and soft. Vicki walked up and down the aisle with her cart. Service on this flight was quite informal, and nearly everyone accepted something to eat or drink. By the time the flight had been airborne for an hour or so, most of the overhead lights had been turned off. The cabin lights were quite dim, and everyone seemed to be asleep, except for a few night owls who were reading.
Vicki cleaned up the galley and then walked up and down the aisle, just checking to see if everyone was comfortable.
As she moved toward the back of the plane, she pulled pillows and blankets down from the overhead racks and offered them to the passengers.
As she came to the last row of seats, she was quite astonished to find a middle-aged man whacking himself off at top speed. Just as he saw Vicki approach his seat, he shot off, his come splashing in an arc and staining the back of the seat in front of him.
Then the man leaned back in his seat, pushing the recline button, and closed his eyes, as if to go to sleep. He pretended nothing unusual had happened, but his prick, now getting limp, still hung out of his fly. Vicki threw a blanket down on his lap.
She came across this type of man fairly often, and usually it pained her to have to report him to the captain. She debated giving the man some wash and dris to clean up the mess he'd made, and decided not to. The clean-up crew could handle it, she laughed to herself.
She imagined the next person to occupy that seat wondering what the hell was on the back of the seat in front of him. "Zip up before you get up," she said sternly to the man who was feigning sleep. Well, he'd have a surprise waiting for him when they landed.
Vicki went up to the flight deck to report what had happened. She'd flown with this particular captain a few times before, but nothing unusual had ever happened between them. He had a reputation for being very strait-laced, and not very many stews bid on his flights. Captain Tucker and Vicki's roommate Betty would have gotten along just fine, Vicki thought.
Poor Betty, working the milk runs. It was pretty clear that she didn't play around much. Stayed away from married men completely, that was for sure, Vicki knew. "Hello, Vicki," Captain Tucker said. "How's everything back there?"
"Not so bad," Vicki said. "Fellow in 30A on a 2887," she said, referring to his act by the number given it in the rule book.
"Okay, Vicki. If there's any more trouble, just call me.
"I can handle it, sir," Vicki said. "This is my first night flight. It's quite different."
"Yes," the captain said. "I enjoy these flights sometimes. They're so peaceful."
Vicki went back into the cabin and checked on the man in the last row. He seemed to be asleep, and the blanket was still on his lap.
As she walked up the aisle she looked over the tops of the seats. She paused behind one row of seats where she heard giggling. It was the newlyweds.
"Tom," the bride whispered, "now stop that. There will be plenty of time for that after we get there."
"I can't wait," said the groom. "We've waited this long. A little longer won't hurt."
"Come on, Mary. Just let me put my hand under your skirt."
"Tom, stop it. Stop right now, or... ". "Or what? You're my wife now. Give me your hand. I want you to feel what's going to be yours as soon as we get to our hotel room."
"Tom," she giggled, "not on the plane."
"Come on, take it out," he said. "No. Someone will hear you breathing. Come on, Tom. I want our wedding night to be something real special. Will you just wait. Just a little longer," she pleaded.
"All right, honey. All right. It was so disappointing to have to fly tonight, though. I really just wanted to go to bed after the wedding."
I want to go to bed right now, Vicki thought to herself. Just about anyone will do.
She continued the walk back to the galley. Her next stop was just in back of the hippy couple. Strange sounds were coming from their row. She peeked around to their seats and made out their outlines. They'd pushed the middle armrests down and were lying down, it seemed, under the blankets. The movements taking place were definitely fucking movements, no doubt about it.
Vicki wished she could join them under those blankets. She could hear the fucking noises, and whispers and giggles and grunts and moans.
My God, she thought. I can't stand this much longer. Between Ralph at dinner and the sexual activities on board the plane, Vicki was nearly beside herself. As she continued on her walk, her panties edged their way up tighter and tighter around her crotch, stimulating her with every step.
Next to receive her unsuspected attention was the gay couple she'd spotted earlier when they boarded. Each had a blanket over him, and each was reclined as far back as the seat would go. But Vicki noticed that each man had an arm outstretched, the arm nearest the other man, and the armrest between the two seats was pushed up.
There was motion under those blankets, Vicki was sure of it. The thought of jerking off a cock turned her on even more. She imagined a masculine hand on a cock and was surprised at the way that thought affected her.
It actually made her pussy juice run faster. Then she imagined a man sucking another man's cock, and she liked that image too. She knew that someday she'd have to watch some gay men in person-well, bisexual, anyway.
She was delighted to have this new fantasy. She'd have to ask one of her lovers to pick her up some homosexual dirty books sometime-if any of them had the guts. She had a whole collection of pornography packed away in one of her suitcases. Locked, she always kept it locked.
Vicki certainly never wanted for dates, but sometimes they didn't satisfy her completely. Sometimes sex just made her want more sex, more orgasms, and those times, if Betty was working, Vicki, after she got home, would read her dirty books and jerk herself off for hours at a time.
Now she just knew she had to add some gay stuff to her collection-male gay, that is. She had plenty of lesbian books. Most of that was supplied by various boy friends, who asked her if it turned her on. They sure did dig it when she said yes.
Betty stood in back of the homosexuals for a while and watched their faces. She saw one of them begin to grimace, and his mouth slackened some. She could see his body thrusting and a low moan escaped from his lips.
Christ, he was coming. Right there on the plane, he was shooting off his wad into his partner's hand, under that blanket. His hand began moving faster under the blanket now as he strived to bring the other man over the brink. It happened within a few seconds.
Then both men opened their eyes just a little and looked at each other before closing them again and letting sleep come.
Vicki marched on up the aisle, back to her station, She went into the galley and started cleaning up, getting everything secured away for landing. She doubted there'd be much call for any more food or drink now.
She took off her shoes to rest her feet for a few minutes. As she held the shoe in her hand, she looked at the high heel and regretted that it was not one of the type of heels made when spikes were in style.
She imagined masturbating with one of those old spike heels. She brushed the heel of the shoe she had across her woman-mound, and the heel passed over her hot cunt lips and clit, which was quite extended.
"Maybe I can't fuck myself with this heel," Vicki thought, "but I sure as hell can put it to some use."
She continued moving the shoe around her pussy area. Her breathing began to quicken and she knew if she could just keep this up undisturbed, she'd be able to come soon.
She kept thinking about the homosexuals as she played with her shoe against her cunt. She was having a super fantasy of a man screwing her and sucking another man's cock at the same time.
Suddenly Vicki became aware that someone was behind her, at the entrance to the little kitchen. She had no idea who it was, or how long the person had been there, but it unnerved her.
She let her shoe fall to the ground. She put both shoes back on before slowly turning around. There, facing her, stood the new bridegroom.
He cleared his throat. "I was hoping to get a drink of water," he said. "I came up here because, well, you've been working hard, and I thought, well, I didn't want to cause you any extra... "
"Come on in," Vicki said. There was no point in being mean to the poor fellow, who was pretty good-looking, after all. She started running the water and filled a glass with ice cubes.
"Here," she said, letting the water run into the glass.
"I'm, uh, sorry I disturbed you," he said.
Vicki glanced at his crotch. His hard-on was clearly visible. He noticed her staring at him.
"My wife's a lovely woman," he said, "but a little old-fashioned. Can you imagine that in this day and age, we haven't even slept together?"
"That's too bad," Vicki said. "She's quite attractive."
"Yes, she is. But she doesn't compare to you." The young man was whispering now, and he moved in closer to Vicki, setting his glass down in the sink.
He put his arms around her and she pressed her body against his, feeling his cock against her. "Meet me in the John," she whispered, grateful at last that she was going to get a chance to screw.
He walked back to the lavatory quickly, and she followed after a decent interval. She passed his wife on the way back. She was asleep.
She entered the lavatory. "How do we do this?" he asked. "The quarters are awfully small."
"Don't worry about it," she said, unzipping his fly and taking his rock-hard, throbbing prick out of his pants.
"Sit down," she said, indicating the toilet seat. There was no time to be inventive. They'd be landing soon, and for both of them it had to be a quickie.
Vicki lifted her skirts and took off her panties. She lowered herself onto his prick, sitting astride his lap, resting her hands on his shoulders.
"Jesus," he said as his prick slid into her warm pussy. "Jesus."
"Just give me a few minutes," Vicki whispered. "Please, I'm so close." Up and down, up and down, Vicki thrust her hot cunt up and down on his erect prick, her clit making contact with his pubic bone each time she lowered herself. She imagined him, with his young, handsome face, licking the cock of one of the homosexuals on board, and the fantasy threw her over the edge.
Rolling waves enveloped her, and her belly, tan and smooth, rippled as she clasped her convulsing, pulsating pussy around his eager, ample tool.
He felt her grasp his rod and his balls began to quiver, to twitch and release his juice and push it up through his cock and into her.
She was tight and eager and he hoped to hell his new bride would feel this good when she finally let him into her virgin pussy.
"Thanks a lot," he said. "I wish I could see you again."
"I feel the same way," Vicki said, really very grateful that he'd come along. "You're a lot better than an old shoe."
Vicki hurried out of the John and finished up in the galley. Then she made sure everyone had fastened their seat belts. The bridegroom was back next to his bride, who was awake now. She smiled sleepily at Vicki as she passed, and Vicki noticed that the pair were holding hands.
The hippy couple were arranging their belongings, getting ready to exit once the plane landed.
The two homosexuals were casually reading as the landing gear was lowered, and the man in the last row had pulled himself together. Maybe the cops would be waiting for him, maybe not. It was the captain's decision to report offenders to the police. Vicki had done her job by notifying the captain.
She stood at the door and smiled her good-byes. She could see the airport was nearly empty at this hour, and she was tired. It would be good to get to her hotel and fall into bed, satisfied at last after a long, frustrating day.
Vicki said so long to the crew and hopped a cab, sharing with the stew who had worked the first-class cabin. They got to their room and barely said good night to each other before falling asleep.
The next day the girls went their separate ways, Vicki renting a bicycle for a trip around Golden State Park. She met several men, and made merry conversation with all of them. And a tentative date for that evening with one of them.
But she found, upon arriving back at her hotel, that she was to work the dinner flight back to Chicago, and had to cancel her engagement.
The plane was crowded and the work load was heavy. There were six stews on board, and each was taxed with passengers' demands. One of the stews working in her coach was a spy, Vicki suspected, from rumors she heard, so Vicki was especially careful not to flirt too overtly.
Besides, she was still tired. She hadn't really slept enough the previous night, and the bicycling had worn her out. She wasn't used to it, and her legs ached in spite of the fact that she was wearing the flat shoes that went with her overall outfit.
By the time they landed, Vicki had refused seven dates. No one was so appealing that there wouldn't be another opportunity as good.
She knew she could go home and read one of her sexy books if she felt horny. Betty would be working one of the milk flights tonight. After all, it was Tuesday, and Betty always worked milk flights on Tuesdays. Poor Betty.
It only took about twenty minutes for Vicki to get home. It was late, traffic was fight. Her driver wasn't the type to fool around on the road. He wanted another fare and he wanted it fast.
Vicki turned the key in her lock and dropped her bags by the door. I'll unpack tomorrow, she thought.
The door to her bedroom was closed. That's odd, she thought, opening it and flipping the light switch.
She heard a girl scream, and suddenly she saw Betty sitting up in bed, the sheet held up under her chin. And with her, Vicki was astonished to see, was a man, a familiar-looking face, but Vicki couldn't put a name with it.
Well, well, thought Vicki, Betty fucks after all.
Vicki hardly knew what to say. But finally she collected her wits. "Excuse me," she began. "I'll sleep on the couch."
She started to leave the room, but the man protested. "I couldn't ask you to give up your bed." He turned toward the other bed that was in the room. The spread was still on it. There was room for her in the bedroom, no doubt of that.
"But I'm sure you'd like privacy," Vicki said.
Betty was too embarrassed to open her mouth.
"I'd like you to sleep in your own bed," the man said. "By the way, my name is Evan Johnson."
"Haven't I seen you somewhere?"
"I'm in maintenance at O'Hare."
"Betty, I'm exhausted," Vicki said. "But if you don't want me in here, I'll try sleeping on the couch." Betty knew very well how lumpy and uncomfortable the couch was.
"I just feel very uncomfortable," Betty said. "I guess maybe you should leave, Evan."
"But Betty, we've hardly gotten started."
"I won't hear of it," Vicki said, wishing Betty were a little more of a swinger.
"As far as I'm concerned," Evan said, "you can stay right here. You can even watch, as far as I'm concerned."
Vicki felt her tummy tighten. Evan Johnson had a fine body. She remembered him now, remembered having admired his animal-like nature and his athletic build. There was something almost sexual in the way he dealt with his planes, the way he caressed them, the way he inspected them. Why, he knew those planes the way a good lover knows his woman's body. Vicki wondered whether or not Evan knew his way around a woman like he knew his way around a plane. She suspected he did.
"Come on, Betty. Remember, we talked about being watched the last time we were together," Evan said to her. "You admitted it-got you hot."
"I like to be watched sometimes," Vicki volunteered, hoping Betty would feel better if someone else felt the same way. "I also like to watch. You have a nice body, Betty. I'd get a real charge of seeing Evan and you ball."
Evan pulled the sheet down from Betty's chin. He put his hand on her breast and began to finger her nipples, causing them to become hard and prominent.
Vicki felt her own nipples harden and scrape against her brassiere. She felt hot moisture drip into her panties. She leaned back against the wall and began to caress her breasts as Evan continued playing with Betty's small but firm tits.
Betty lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. "Try to relax," Evan told her. "If it bothers you that Vicki is here, just imagine we're alone."
But he could tell that Vicki's presence excited Betty, even though it also made her self-conscious. He moved his hand down her chest and belly and Vicki saw Betty heave with excitement as Evan's hand reached her woman-mound, covered with fuzzy brown fur.
He spread her pussy lips apart to reveal an excited clit and ruby-red inner lips, glistening with moisture.
Evan began to kiss Betty's hard stomach, and moved his head down, slowly, slowly, to her pussy. He stuck his tongue far out and licked at her clit, casting his eyes toward Vicki as he did, making sure she was watching.
He saw her still playing with her breasts and removed his mouth from Betty's wet crotch. He put a finger inside Betty's warm, slippery vagina and said to Vicki, "Does this turn you on?"
"What do you think?" Vicki said.
"Why don't you get undressed?" Evan said. "I've been wanting to see your body since the first day I met you."
Vicki didn't need to be coaxed. She pulled the straps of her overalls down over her shoulders and stepped out of her suit. Her sweater followed, and then she was left only in bra and panties, both of which were tight. Betty opened her eyes for a moment, moaned, and began wiggling on the bed when she saw Vicki in her underwear.
Vicki's red pubic hair hung out of her panties and she took them off quickly, brushing against her hot, long clit as she rolled them down.
Then she unfastened her bra, and Evan stared openly as her huge, voluminous boobs popped free and flopped down on her chest.
"Jesus," he said. "I never dreamed they'd be that big. Those nipples are something else."
Vicki began to play with them, teasing them, flipping her fingers against them, bringing them to life, sparkling red and hard.
"Kiss them," Evan said. "Lift them up and kiss them," and Vicki did for him, easily. She stuck out her tongue and circled it around her nipple.
Evan pushed the sheet down around his feet, revealing himself in full to her. His organ was hard and purple, pulsating with a life of its own.
He continued to finger Betty's pussy, pushing his hand up and down, making contact with her quivering clit each time he thrust.
With his other hand he played with his tool, squeezing it in such a way that the head seemed to increase in size. Vicki saw droplets of moisture ooze out of Evan's cock and trickle down the shaft.
Evan moved himself between Betty's upraised knees and knelt, aiming his prick at her juicy pink twat.
Vicki moved closer to the bed so that she was standing next to Betty. She put one foot on the bed and her cunt was just about at Evan's eye level.
He began thrusting his rod into Betty, not taking his eyes off Vicki the whole time.
She kept one hand on her tit, holding it up to her lips, and put the other hand between her legs, expertly spreading her cunt lips apart.
She fingered her way through her tangled silky pussy hair until she reached her open vagina which was dripping with juices.
She insinuated her finger inside and moved it in and out, showing Evan the glistening moisture that was gathering on it.
, He reached out and touched her clit, which felt hard and long. He squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger and Vicki let a low moan that began in her gut find its way through her body and out her mouth.
Her hand dropped from her breast and she placed it over Evan's, holding it still, pressing it hard against her supersensitive clit which could take no more stimulation. At the same time, she rammed her finger faster and faster in and out of her pussy and Evan saw her belly convulse as farting noises came out of her cunt.
He rammed his own shaft faster and faster into Betty, who was grinding her hips wildly now. Her boobs were bouncing and Vicki reached out a hand and tweaked one of Betty's nipples.
"Oh, oh," Betty moaned, thrusting faster and faster. Her own hand went to her other tit and began to caress it.
"Come on, Betty," Evan said. "Vicki is watching you and holding your breast. Your cunt is hotter than it's ever been, and my cock is about to explode."
"Oh, Evan, yes, yes," Betty screamed.
Evan's muscular belly rippled as he jammed his rod into her one final time. Vicki saw his juices mingling with Betty's, and then dripping out of her, falling out onto the sheet, along with Evan's now limp cock.
"Wow," was all Evan could say.
"Ditto," said Vicki. "Betty, I never knew you were interested in sex at all. You're really something else."
"I can hardly bear all this," Betty said, becoming her shy, conservative self once again. "I've got to go to sleep. I don't know how I'll be able to face any of you in the morning."
"I'd better go," said Evan, starting to get dressed. He tried to kiss Vicki good-bye, but she said he'd better not. "Maybe you and I will get together sometime," Evan said.
"Let's just say good night now," Vicki said, hurrying him out.
She didn't want Betty to think anything could happen between her and Evan. Betty was her roommate and a nice kid. Vicki wasn't planning to take her man away from her.
CHAPTER FIVE
It wasn't long before Vicki spoke to Evan Johnson again. "I can't go out with you, Evan," she said. "Sure I like you, sure you're attractive, sure you turn me on, just the way I turn you on, but you know Betty's wild about you. I won't hurt her that way." Each time Evan called, Vicki told him the same thing, and eventually he stopped calling. He still continued to date Betty casually, and every now and then Betty would confide in Vicki her feelings for Evan. The girls had become somewhat closer since the evening of the threesome, but Betty still felt uptight and embarrassed over the incident.
"I don't know what came over me," she once said. "I think it was all the wine we'd been drinking. You know I don't drink much, and when I do, it really hits me hard."
"Sure, sure, Betty, I understand. Think nothing of it." Vicki tried to put her roommate at ease by brushing off the whole affair. In reality, Vicki wished Betty had dug it as much as she did-or would admit that she dug it. The three of them could really have had lots of good times together, and she felt that Evan would have gotten closer to Betty if Betty had been more sensual.
Actually, Vicki thought, she and Betty would have been able to have fun alone, but she didn't dare approach her. They didn't see each other all that often anyway, since their schedules were not the same, and it was all for the best, Vicki decided. Still, she allowed herself to fantasize that night plenty, as well as fantasying what might happen if Betty were receptive to making it with her.
Meanwhile, life and work went on, always exciting, frequently exhausting, and never for a moment did Vicki regret her choice of jobs.
She received news of home from her parents from time to time. One letter really contained a surprise. Larry Oakes, her old boy friend, was engaged to be married to a girl he'd met at State. "Too bad he didn't know you, Betty," Vicki said to her roommate. "You'd have liked each other a lot."
"Evan's the man for me," Betty said. Vicki knew Betty was hoping he'd ask her to marry him, and she didn't have the heart to say she thought Betty would be better off not counting on it.
Vicki would have to satisfy her desires for woman-love elsewhere, she knew. She paid special attention to the prettiest young stews who came out of the school she'd gone to. By now Vicki was an experienced hostess, who, although still working mostly in coach, was no longer considered a rookie.
She broke in several new girls and tried to get to know some of them. Mostly they were the same type she'd met in the school. Once, she had had a first-timer on a flight Captain Foley was commanding. The girl had gotten the typical first-time treatment, and was very flustered. She was slightly tearful and Vicki didn't honestly know whether or not this gal would make it.
In a quiet moment, Vicki went up to the flight deck. "What gives, boys?" she asked, now on quite familiar terms with this crew in particular.
"A loser," Engels said. "We don't get winners like you too often up here."
"Well," Vicki said, "let me know when you do. I'd like to know a few girls who have tastes and passions similar to my own. I feel like I'm one of a kind."
"You almost are," the men said.
So Vicki's taste for women went largely unfulfilled, except for an occasional senior stew or a stew spy, who made a pass at her in no uncertain terms. Vicki accepted, always, sometimes out of real desire and sometimes out of fear of being reported and getting fired, but these encounters were usually brief, with no friendships resulting.
It was a dog-eat-dog world, with all of them competing for the top flights, attentions of the best crew, and, of course, the passengers.
Oddly enough, it was the duller flights that fostered the most competition among the stews, for usually there were a smaller number of men to choose from.
On flights with many personalities and with lots of attractive men, there were plenty to go around. What one girl found stimulating, another might ignore, and these flights were always lots of fun. Vicki especially liked them. She was usually the first choice for everyone, and she tried to make up her mind fairly early in the flight so the other girls would have a chance.
But sometimes she had to keep the customers dangling until she'd completely shopped the plane.
The day after a famous charity ball in Chicago, which had been attended by many famous people, Vicki was called to work the lunch flight to the Coast.
She wasn't surprised to find many of the personalities she'd read about in that morning's paper on board, returning home after attending this social event.
Vicki checked over the passenger list. Most of the good people were flying first class, and she wished she could work there. She knew it would be soon.
Usually she didn't mind coach. Although the work was harder, there were more people to pick from and she could always find her way into the other section by going to the flight deck. If someone wanted her, they'd figure out a way to let her know. Tom Brown had done that, hadn't he? She wondered if she'd ever see him again.
The celebrities who'd made their reservations too late to get a first-class seat usually ended up with a whole row of coach seats to themselves. They paid the first-class rates and got the first-class meals, secretly delivered by the stewardess.
There were to be five such passengers on Vicki's flight today, she noted.
The name that first caught her fancy was Camille DeFleur, the dress designer turned author, a lovely French woman in her forties who recently admitted her feminist, and lesbian, leanings. There was no doubt in Vicki's mind that this woman would appeal to her. She'd seen pictures of her, and had even become familiar with some of her designs, by purchasing a few copies, not too expensive, but not cheap either.
Then there was Marcello Berculini, the Italian film director who'd recently come to Hollywood and made an art-sex film with some of the leading stars. He was a young man, Vicki had read, but she was surprised to see just how young. Barely thirty, she judged. Somehow he should have been portly and in his fifties. He was a handsome figure, and Vicki thought he should have been on the other side of the camera. Maybe she'd go out with him.
Then there was Larry O'keefe, the leg man for California's most well-known politician. He had a reputation for being a real swinger, and his boss had had to answer for him more than once. Vicki wondered how long Larry was going to be able to keep his job. His sexploits had made headlines several times, arid Larry came on to her with tempting, teasing offers of a spectacular party. She said she'd let him know.
The other appealing man on the flight was Jacky Jul-lard, black and beautiful, a musician who, with his wife, had become quite famous in the sex-rock-soul music field. He now headed his own record company, and most black stars had him to thank for their success. Jacky's wife, Juni, was a very sexy woman who dated lots of white men, and Jacky took out white girls. Some magazine had recently done an article on them, in which they'd openly talked about their "open marriage," and Vicki wondered if she should return Jacky's flirts.
Next on the list of first-class passengers to fly in her section was Robert Peters, the newest shining star of the Met. Vicki had heard his records on the radio once or twice, mostly when changing the station. He certainly didn't look like her conception of an opera star. He was too young and rugged-looking for that. Vicki didn't think she really wanted to go out with him, though. The others were much more exciting.
Camille interested her the most. Next on her list of priorities was Jacky, but she was afraid she'd be uncomfortable with his crowd. It would be an experience, though, and he seemed to like her.
Many of the other passengers attracted her too. And she was pleased to notice a seemingly homosexual couple on board. Usually there was one every other flight or so, and sometimes she found them attractive enough to fantasize about when she was home alone playing with her pussy. - She still had a great desire to be fucked by a man at the same time he was performing fellatio, and she'd al most been tempted to see some homosexual-sex movies to turn herself on more, but hadn't yet gotten up the nerve to enter one of those theatres or to ask an escort to take her.
She was making innocent, trivial chatter with the passengers as she served their lunches, and she happened to ask the two men she thought were gay what they did. If they designed clothes, she'd tell them Camille was on the plane also. That might interest them.
The two men nearly cracked up laughing when she inquired about their careers. They looked at each other slyly. Now Vicki was sure about their sexual leanings, although they weren't very effeminate.
"What's so funny?" she said. "Is what you do a secret?"
"Well," said Louis, the taller one, "we're sort of actors."
"What do you mean, sort of?" Vicki asked. "Do you make French films or something?"
"Oh, no," said Paul, "nothing like that."
"Well, what do you do?"
"We're nightclub performers," said Louis. "Have you ever heard of Alfredo's?"
"No," Vicki admitted.
"Have you ever heard of Finnochio's?" Paul asked.
"That's the place where men dress up like women and perform," Vicki said. "I've been dying to go there, but every time I ask a date to take me there he says he's not interested. Do you work there?"
"No," Louis said, "we used to, but we started our own club, Alfredo's, a few months ago. We've been getting top reviews and well be more famous than the other place within a few years. If we keep up our good shows, that is."
So, Vicki thought to herself. That explains their unusual looks, their almost pretty faces. "Well," she said, "that is very exciting, very exciting indeed."
"Would you like to see our club, watch our show?" Paul asked.
"Oh, could I?" Vicki said. "I'm in Frisco all the time."
"How about tonight?" Louis said.
"That sounds nice," said Vicki. "Let me think about it for a little while and I'll let you know."
Now she was in a quandary. She longed to have her lithe, sexy body licked by another woman. She knew from the way Camille had looked at her that she could have arranged to spend the evening with her. Camille was a beautiful woman, very experienced and passionate, and the thought of going down on her and of having Camille all to herself for a night really made her weak in the knees.
But these two men nearly made her juice boil. Oh, there was no proof that they were gay. Most transvestites said they weren't. But Vicki had a hunch about these two, a hunch that told her they liked women as well as each other, and that they especially liked her. To live out this fantasy, this act she'd been waiting for for so long. Why, it was a miracle. How could she refuse.
Her heart began to throb with anticipation. Even if nothing happened among them after the show, there would be the show itself. And Vicki knew she would have a choice table. Oh, sure, she would be in Frisco again in a day or so, and she was sure the invitation would be an open-ended one. Camille would probably come along only once in a lifetime. What should she do, she wondered.
When in doubt, Vicki, as usual, listened to her body's signals. The moist heat spreading around in the crotch of her panties told her that she would accept Louis' and Paul's offer.
So when Camille took her hand as Vicki was removing the lunch tray, and said, "My dear, could you bring me a glass of water, please," Vicki didn't flash her eyes and open her soft red lips and look hungrily at her passenger in hopes of more.
And when several other men tried to make dates with her for that night, including Marcello, she pretended great sorrow when she said she had another engagement.
And when she told Louis and Paul that evening would be fine, she thought she saw them exchange significant glances, and she hoped she hadn't been mistaken in her perception.
Louis took out one of his business cards and wrote something on the back of it. "You give this to the headwaiter," he told Vicki. "The show begins at nine, and since it's a week night, we have only one show. Come about 7:30, and you can have dinner with us before we put on our costumes."
It sounded most intriguing. "What do people wear to Alfredo's?" she asked. "I want to be appropriately attired."
"My little beauty," said Paul, "you would be appropriate in anything, anywhere. Most people wear evening attire, though. And women in pants are not admitted. It may seem old-fashioned and cruel, but it keeps out the riff-raff."
"So do the prices," Louis added, smiling.
Vicki was getting looks from the other passengers, and knew she had to move away from Paul and Louis and attend to the rest of them. There would be plenty of time to chat over dinner.
She helped the other junior stew clean up, and they excitedly told each other their plans for the evening, Vicki's co-worker and roommate for that night had accepted a date with Marcello. She couldn't quite understand why Vicki had chosen Louis and Paul, and Vicki didn't bother to explain fully. "It seemed interesting," she declared.
They landed in the early afternoon, and after a shower, quick lunch and brief unpacking, Vicki stepped out into downtown San Francisco to shop for something to wear that evening.
Back in Magnin's, the saleswoman who'd waited on her some months before remembered her as the girl who'd bought the black gown her boobs hung out of.
"I want something every bit as spectacular," Vicki said. "Only I hope you'll have something to match my hair color."
Luckily, she found the perfect gown. It was bright red and picked up the highlights of Vicki's long, lovely locks. The dress had a high neckline that fit tight around her throat, but the back was completely cut out Again, this gown had a built-in bra which wasn't nearly large enough to contain Vicki's boobs. But that didn't bother Vicki in the least. Her breasts peeked out from the sides of the front of the dress, brushing against her arms, and if Vicki wiggled her shoulders enough, she could make her breast fall completely out, with the dress front pushed over to one side.
She stared at herself in the fitting-room mirror, adjusting the dress so that it covered first one breast, then the other. Then she put it back on properly and looked at herself from all angles in the three-way glass.
Her back was smooth, tanned and flawless. Her waistline was bare back there as the material fell in soft folds around the top of her buttocks. Just a little lower and her ass crack would have been visible.
Little golden hairs bristled on the soft flesh that flashed just below her waist and above her ass. It was a most intriguing outfit. Vicki knew she had to have it. She was happy that she was not usually such a spendthrift. Vicki sure knew how to save her pennies for the right occasion. She'd get a lot of use out of this one. Yes, her extravagances were always useful.
"Wrap it up," she told the saleswoman, taking out her book of traveler's checks.
Vicki got to Alfredo's by cab about ten minutes late. She hadn't realized it was so far away from her hotel, in the North Beach section.
She was shown courteously to her table by a very professional headwaiter, who seated her and then went to tell Paul and Louis she'd arrived.
Vicki looked around the place. It was quite opulent, with Italian marble floors, silks on the walls, gold draperies and brocades, lovely statuary, some of it quite sexual.
The booths, for dining, were arranged in tiers. They were all semicircular so that the customers sat in softly cushioned benches, side by side around an oval table. The backs of the benches were high and curved, but not entirely private. This was a show to be enjoyed by the audience as a group, and they had to be able to hear and see itself reacting.
The tiers made a circle around a stage. Vicki noticed that while she couldn't see who was in the booth next to her, she could see all the other booths and her booth could also be seen. There were only six booths to a tier, and every one was choice, with a bird's-eye view of the stage.
The table was set for three, and shortly after Vicki was seated Paul and Louis arrived.
They had a lovely dinner, superbly prepared by a French chef Paul and Louis had discovered in the Paris suburbs and had coaxed to America, "Well," said Paul, after just picking at his meal, "we must be leaving you now."
"But you haven't eaten," Vicki said. "Neither have you, Louis."
"We rarely can eat before a performance," Louis said. "We have our dinner afterwards."
"Now, Vicki," Paul said, standing up. "Don't be too shocked at what you are about to see. Remember, all the people on the stage are men. You'll find that hard to believe."
Vicki couldn't wait. She drank her coffee and slowly enjoyed a succulent pastry. Then the waiter brought her an after-dinner drink. She had just taken her first sip when the lights dimmed in the restaurant and went up on the stage.
The curtain opened, and on the stage stood one of the most magnificent women Vicki had ever laid eyes upon.
She blinked several times, then looked again. Vicki was close to the stage, so it wasn't distance that fooled her. It's a man, she thought to herself. It's a man.
The orchestra rose out of a tiny pit and began to play a medley of songs, some familiar, some not. The "woman" on the stage carried a hand mike and promenaded around the stage in time to the music. Then "she" began to sing a song specially written to welcome the audience.
The performer introduced herself as "Paula," and at that point Vicki realized it was Paul, unrecognizable. He had hips, boobs, even cleavage. He was wearing a floor-length, strapless, gold-sequined gown and matching gold high heels. He had on a fantastic blond wig and beautifully done makeup.
Vicki had thought she would be attending something like the Amateur Hour. Instead it was one of the finest variety shows she'd ever seen. Each performer was truly talented. There were singers, dancers, comedians, and their routines were highly polished and very slickly written.
Vicki laughed till her belly ached, and when the finale came she was quite sorry the show was over. Then she remembered that for her, more was in store, so she settled back in her booth after the applause had died down and the house lights went back on.
The people left their tiers and soon the place was empty, except for the bus boys cleaning up. The head-waiter came over to Vicki and showed her to the backstage area.
Paul was there to greet her, still dressed as the mistress of ceremonies. He took her to his dressing room, which he shared with Louis, who went under the name of Lousia during the performance.
- "We thought you'd like to see how we dressed," Louis said. She watched the two men as they began to remove their costumes. Their breasts were made of actual foam prosthesis, shaped like real boobs, with nipples colored pink. The man had taped their own chests in such a way as that the flesh around their nipples was pushed toward the center, making some actual cleavage.
Their bodies were nearly hairless, with no shaving stubble. Vicki felt a little embarrassed asking questions, but she did want to know how they did this.
"We don't mind your asking," Louis said. "We use creams. Some of the men have had hormone treatments and such," he told her, "but Paul and I have not."
"Those men are really transsexuals," Paul told her. "Many of them are hoping for sex-change operations."
"Are they homosexuals?" Vicki asked.
"Not really," Louis explained. "They truly want to be women, they feel they are really women imprisoned in a men's body. Homosexuals don't generally feel that way. They just love their own sex."
"And what about you two?" Vicki said softly.
"We like men and women both," said Paul. "There are not too many truly bisexual men around."
"I wouldn't even say we're too deep into the transvestite bit," Louis added. "It doesn't really turn us on. It's mostly professional for us. The rest of the cast takes it much more seriously. They dress up on the street, when they're not working. We just do it on the job."
Paul and Louis had been removing their facial makeup while they were talking to Vicki. Soon they were men again, down to their waists.
"Now for the interesting part," Paul said, pulling his gown down over his hips. He had on a girdle which was padded around the ass. He took his shoes, stockings and girdle off. Underneath he wore a tight jock strap that held his prick and balls close to his body, but between his legs.
He was amply endowed, which surprised Vicki, and as he removed his jock, his hand pressed against his cock which sprang into an erection.
Vicki licked her lips upon seeing it. "When I saw you in that gown, I had a hard time keeping this down for the show," Paul said.
Louis took off his gown and Vicki saw that he'd fixed himself the same way.
"Some of the men have to use tape on their genitals," Louis said, showing Vicki how it was done. But his cock too became hard and he had to give up.
"Paul and I don't use tape because it would hurt. We don't want to shave our pubic hair, or otherwise remove it. But the others barely have any hair there. Also, their organs are quite small and are barely visible. We wear dresses which aren't as revealing as the shorts and tight pants some of the others wear."
Vicki admitted that she'd wondered about their methods of hiding their maleness. Some of those men had worn hip-hugging pants with bare midriffs, and had really looked like women.
She stared at Paul and Louis, feeling her cunt juice begin to pour out at the sight of their two cocks. "Do you make it together?" she whispered, too shy to really ask out loud.
"Sometimes," they said. "But we appreciate a lovely woman." Each man reached out a hand and touched one of Vicki's breasts. She took both cocks eagerly and began to pump them.
"Let's get out of there," Louis said.
"Why don't we take Vicki out around town a bit before going back to our place?"
"I'd like that," Vicki said. "I've never really seen the wilds of San Francisco. Only one very tame topless review in a very 'acceptable' section of town."
"How does topless appeal to you?" Louis asked.
"I was almost hoping for a strip tease during your show."
"You dig women too, huh?" Paul said. "Anything and everything," Vicki confessed. "Hey," Louis said, "isn't this amateur night at the Chez?"
Let's see now, Thursday, yes." Paul checked his watch. "This can wait," he said, pointing to his stiff tool. "Amateur night at the Chez should not be missed."
They finished dressing quickly, and Vicki admired both of them. Their faces were gentle, yet not feminine. Movie-star types, the kind you saw in the forties and fifties, sexual. Not homo, not hetero, just plain sexual. Vicki liked.
They hustled into a taxi and after a short ride the two men ushered her into another nightclub. The hostess seemed to know Paul and Louis. She looked at Vicki with an eagle eye, and Vicki stared back equally, because the hostess' breasts were bare.
It wasn't that Vicki hadn't seen bare boobs before. After all, didn't she have a pair large enough, shapely enough and firm enough to knock anyone's eyes out?
But this girl's titties were really something else. Her breasts were quite big, but they stuck absolutely straight out from her chest. That, however, was not the most unusual thing about those boobs. The nipples at the ends of those breasts dropped downward, as though they were metal bullets and someone had melted the very tip of them.
Paul reached over to caress one of the hostess' tits, and she said, ""No touchy, only looky. You know the rules."
They all laughed and it seemed obvious to Vicki that they'd seen the hostess on other occasions. They were really quite familiar with each other.
They were shown to a good table. There was no stage in the club, just a large patch of bare floor around which the tables were arranged.
All the waitresses were topless and all of them had attractive boobs. Some were large and floppy, others firm and smaller, and Vicki sure enjoyed seeing them all.
Most of the waitresses wore necklaces that hung between their boobs, and some wore bracelets all up and down their arms. They all were barefoot, and on the bottom, they wore long skirts.
There were three go-go dancers on the bar. They were bottomless as well as topless, and from Vicki's table the view was breathtaking.
She felt moisture between her legs as she watched the dancers, and she longed to be seated at the bar so she could stare directly into their naked pussies. She felt her nipples harden under the red nylon of her dress. She almost had the urge to undress right here and now.
They ordered drinks and when the waitress came, Louis put a five-dollar bill on the edge of the table so that part of the paper stuck out over the table. Vicki saw the waitress look at it for a minute.
"Watch this, Vicki," Paul whispered.
The waitress spread her skirt apart with both hands. It opened in the middle. There, just even with the table, was a hairy mound, light brown and delectable. The girl, a lovely young thing barely out of her teens, Vicki estimated, held her skirt open with both middle fingers.
Then, with her forefingers, she spread her cunt lips apart and inched over to the table. She moved so that the bill was just between her lovely pink pussy lips. The released her fingers, and the bill hung from her snatch. She backed away from the table so that no part of the bill was resting on the table anymore.
She looked at Paul, Louis and Vicki, and when Louis nodded, the girl took the money in her hand and put it in her pocket. She made change from the money that was in her other pocket.
"Wow," Vicki said. "Wow."
"She's really something, isn't she?" Paul said.
They sipped their drinks and watched the dancers on the bar for a few minutes.
When the music ended, the dancers jumped off the bar and went into another room. The hostess then got up on the bar.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she said. "As you may, or may not, know, this is Thursday Night at the Chez, our amateur night. Tonight, ladies, tonight, you will have the chance of a lifetime, for tonight we have a very special contest for you, with some very special prizes.
"Tonight, ladies, tonight, we have a topless go-go contest to start with. You are all welcome to enter. The more the merrier. We have a dressing room set up here for you. Please, come on back, whoever feels brave, whoever wants to dance topless for us tonight.
"Our contest is judged by the audience. We have an applause meter, and our prizes for this contest are a free trip for two for one week in Hawaii, plus a fantastic dinner for two right here in San Francisco's Chinatown."
"Are you tempted, Vicki?" asked Louis. "Well," she said, "sort of."
"Go on them," Paul said.
Vicki decided what the hell. She was certainly a good enough dancer and had tits worth showing off. Maybe Paul and Louis would get turned on to her a little more. She got up and followed the hostess into the dressing room. About six more women decided to enter. Two of them were young and pretty, Vicki noticed. Two were plain, with figures that seemed okay, neither bad nor good, and two were dumpy, older women who were giggling like mad.
They went into the dressing room with the hostess who instructed them to take off their blouses and brassieres. All the women were wearing two-piece outfits except Vicki, who lowered the top of her dress and tucked it into the bottom half at the waist. The rest of the women couldn't stop looking at her.
She was amused by the long breasts on the older women and the rather small tits on one of the younger girls. The other young girl had large breasts, but not as nicely shaped as Vicki's. All in all, it was an interesting array. It was slightly chilly in the dressing room, and all the nipples were hard from the cold.
The music started and the hostess led them out onto the floor. There was plenty of space for them all to dance and the music was fast and sexy, coming out loud from the jukebox.
Song after song was played and the women danced for a half an hour. Vicki felt a little self-conscious at first, but after seeing that a few of the others couldn't dance at all, and knowing that she was the prettiest, she gave in to her urges, to her sexual feelings, and danced her heart out.
She noticed that Paul and Louis were transfixed, and she was attracting the attention of most of the other patrons. Her boobs furiously bounced up and down on her chest, nearly hitting her in the chin sometimes. My God, she thought, it is so sexy to do this. She longed to caress her wildly moving breasts. With every step she took, her cunt became more and more wet and her clit tingled. She began to grind her hips, to thrust them forward in time to the music, and as she did so her clit rubbed against her panties, nearly making her come.
Before she knew what was happening, she found herself hugging her body, squeezing her boobs together with her arms. She suddenly realized that the other women had stopped dancing, that they were staring at her, clapping in time to the frantic music, and so was everyone else in the nightclub.
"My God," she thought, "I'm going to come." Her clit continued rubbing up against the sopping wet crotch piece of her panties. She began to finger her nipples, not caring who was watching her anymore, just knowing that the explosion that was growing in her belly had to complete itself.
And complete itself it did. The spasms moved from her belly to her vagina, through her asshole, back to her cunt and into her clit. "Ummm," she moaned involuntarily as the pleasure of her climax overtook her senses.
She squeezed her ass cheeks together as the final powerful moment came and went, leaving her exhausted in a cold sweat.
The applause, when she finally stopped moving, drowned out the music, which was then turned off.
Paul and Louis came to get her, to take her back to the table. They dried her off with a towel and placed her shawl over her shoulders.
They took her to their apartment by taxi, and when she got there and took off her shawl, she realized she'd never pulled the top of her dress back up.
"I hope you're not too tired for us," Paul said in such a way that Vicki knew it would be okay for her to say yes.
"I am tired," she said. "And a bit bewildered."
"That only happened there once before," Louis said. "That was when they instituted amateur night. Some woman in the audience got so hot from watching the dancers she just upped and pulled off her clothes, climbed onto the bar and danced herself into oblivion."
"Then they decided to let the audience participate in contests," said Paul. "They were always wondering when it might happen again. I have the tickets with your prizes on them."
"Keep them," Vicki said. "I get free meals here all the time, and free trips whenever I want."
Louis and Paul began caressing Vicki's breasts, exciting her all over again. They took off her dress and panties and explored the purple lips of her pussy and her hardening pink clit.
She helped them undress and naked, the three of them walked into the bedroom. They got on the bed and Vicki stroked their pricks, and then began to tick first one and then another.
"Please," she whispered to them. "Let me see you two together. Let me see what you do to each other."
"I'm hot for you, Vicki," Louis said, wiggling his finger into her cunt. "I'll do anything you want, but I want to put my cock in your pussy too."
"Then do it," Vicki said. "Do it and suck Paul off at the same time. I've been having a fantasy about being with two men and having that happen. You can make my dream come true."
Vicki lay on the bed with her ass on a pillow and Louis was kneeling between her thighs. His prick slipped into her wet cunt, and he fucked her wildly as she writhed under his guidance.
Paul stood next to the bed, his erect prick purple with desire. He held it out and Louis took it into his mouth, sucking and slurping, waggling his tongue around the head while Paul pumped his own shaft.
Louis reached between Paul's legs and gently massaged his balls as he continued sucking on his cock.
Paul kept watching Louis' cock pumping in and out of Vicki's warm open cunt. "Play with your tits, Vicki," Paul said. "I love to see women play with their boobs."
Vicki didn't hesitate to obey his orders. "I'll do anything to please you, Paul," she said. "I wish I could do a thousand things for you."
"Just lying there with your pussy open, letting me watch Louis' super cock in you is terrific."
As Louis began to suck more wildly on Paul's cock, Vicki came closer and closer to the brink. "I'm coming," Paul said breathlessly. "Right now, Vicki, come with me."
"Oh yes, Paul, yes," Vicki said, as Louis rammed his rod in deep. "Oh God, yes, now, now."
Louis took out his prick, which glistened with white droplets that had sprung from Vicki's pussy. "Would you like me to do anything else before I shoot off?" he asked.
"How would you like to see us fuck?" Paul asked her.
"Wow," Vicki said. "I thought all my dreams had come true, but I would like to see that."
Paul got on his knees on the bed and Louis got behind him. His cock slid into Paul's asshole, and Vicki saw a look of ecstasy cross Paul's face. His prick got hard all over again, and Louis reached around Paul's stomach and grabbed it in his hand.
It only took a few strokes for Paul to come again, and Louis closed his eyes as he pressed in close to Paul. He pulled his cock out and Vicki saw the semen dripping on the back of Paul's thighs.
The whole scene turned her on again, so the three of them took a shower and together the two men masturbated Vicki to another orgasm.
Then they dropped her off at her hotel. "Have a nice evening?" her roommate asked.
"It was all right," Vicki said, smiling as she fell into bed, a very fulfilled woman.
CHAPTER SIX
Vicki loved working her flight route from Chicago to San Francisco and back. She always put in bids for those routes, with an occasional change, just for variety. Every so often she'd pull a trip to New York, or to Denver for the skiing, and on her vacations she flew on other lines to places where her line didn't go.
She'd been everywhere in the whole country-Florida, Texas, Arizona, Nebraska, Minnesota-she wanted to go. She loved knowing about the climate and the people and the way of life in all parts of the United States and she had experiences to remember in each one.
Then she began to travel to Europe too. She saw all the cities of importance-Paris, London, Rome, Athens, Tokyo, Hong Kong-and longed to go back to each country for a longer spell, getting to know the entire world as she now knew the United States.
On some occasions, a certain flight crew would request that Vicki work on their flight. Vicki usually liked all the crews on her route, and the ones who requested her usually had some of the type of fun and games in mind that Vicki liked best.
So one day, when Vicki received a call from the dispatcher to tell her she'd been requested on a certain flight, she wasn't too terribly surprised "What flight?" she asked, knowing she'd be able to identify the crew from the flight number.
"Nine-seven-six to Las Vegas."
"Nine-seven-six? What the hell is that?" Vicki asked, hearing the number for the first time. Vicki had never really done Vegas. Usually her stopovers there had been too brief for any view of the town, and since Vicki didn't care for gambling, she'd never been especially eager to prolong her visits. Most of her flights were continuations after Vegas.
"Are we starting a service terminating in Las Vegas?" she asked.
"I don't know anything about that," the dispatcher said. "This is a special flight and you're being requested for special duty."
"What is special duty? I never heard of that."
"Look, I've got seventy-five flights to fill," the dispatcher said. "You want this trip or not?"
"Okay, okay," said Vicki, telling herself she'd have to find out more about this.
When Vicki did find out more, from a senior stew she knew well enough to ask, she was glad she'd accepted. A special flight is something other than a regularly scheduled flight. The plane is generally filled with VIP's, and for some reason, the airline is giving them a trip.
"You really have to know someone high up in the company to get these trips," the senior told Vicki. "Who do you know?"
"You got me," Vicki said, trying to come up with a logical explanation.
"Well," the senior stew said, "they're fun flights, usually, but you have to work doubly hard. The company is trying to impress these people for some reason, and you got picked because you're a damn good stew."
Vicki, as far as she knew, didn't have any connections with anyone who would choose her for special duty. She wondered if the crew had requested her, but then she realized that the crew was all special duty, and wasn't selecting the stews.
Vicki hardly ever socialized with any airline executives, although she knew that some of the other girls did. Maybe a fellow stew had suggested her to someone. That was the only answer that seemed possible.
The crew, including the stews, were to meet in an area adjacent to the boarding lounge an hour before departure. There, she was told, the vice president in charge of public relations would brief them. Vicki put on her skirt uniform, thinking that it would be best to dress up for this flight, instead of wearing her jump suit.
Her long shapely legs caught her attention in the mirror as she pulled up her stockings. She hoped there would be lots of men on this flight. As she pulled her stockings up, her fingers trailed across her mound of silky hair, and she combed them through the long red strands.
She knew by this time that she had a most unusual patch of pussy hair. Most other women had stubbly, prickly, coarser hair. Some had little peach fuzz. But hardly anyone had long silk, cornsilk, almost. She liked it. She liked other people to admire it, and she admired it herself.
She felt the warm cunt lips beneath it, full and eager for play. She gently spread them and felt the thinner, moist inner lips that led to her pulsing hole.
It, too, was wet, and it grabbed her finger as she pushed it against the opening.
Her thumb dangled against her throbbing clit. "My God," Vicki said to herself in the mirror, "it was looking at my legs that turned me on. My own long, sexy legs."
"Yes," she thought, "yes. I have time for just a fast one." She walked to her locked suitcase and took out a book. Then she changed her mind and put the book back. She took out her vibrator instead. She turned it on.
Yes, the batteries were still working. She hadn't used it in some time. Vicki sat on the floor in front of the full-length mirror... oh, yes, that was nice. She spread her legs wide apart so that she could see the lush red cunt and the hard, elongated pink clit.
She turned off the vibrator and rubbed it over her clit, then, remembering she had only a few moments, shoved it into her pulsating pussy.
Up, up, higher and higher until only the end that had to be turned on protruded from her now sopping vagina. She turned it on and tightened her ass muscles as the impact of the vibration lifted her right off the floor for an instant.
She watched her pussy open and close and convulse around the little phallic-shaped machine for a few seconds, then lay down on her back and gave herself over to the power of it.
Finally, after coming and coming continually for several minutes, she forced herself to turn it off and pull it out. The vibrator was covered with her own white juice.
The odor was overpowering. Vicki's hand went to her clit and she stimulated herself once again as she brought the vibrator up to her nose to take a close whiff of the perfume she herself had created.
Then she put the vibrator in her mouth and tasted her sweet nectar until her throbbing clit begged for peace.
"Damn," she thought to herself, "I could go on all day long." But thoughts of the flight to come made her hurry. She was eager to see what this trip would be all about.
It would be a break from the usual, of that she was sure, and it certainly couldn't be bad.
Vicki slipped into her skirt and jacket and put on her shoes. She flashed a smile at the doorman, who got her a taxi, and she settled back in the cab, wondering what the driver would think if he knew that not five minutes earlier she'd been playing with her pussy and eating her own love gop.
The thought of him knowing started her juices flowing once again. She wiggled around in the seat, trying to satisfy the little itch that was welling up deep in her hole. Well, Las Vegas will swing even if the flight doesn't, she told herself. There'll always be time for sex.
She got to the boarding lounge and hurried into the door marked "Employees Only." In the room were a captain, co-captain and navigator who Vicki knew, but not well. They said hello, and when Vicki asked if they knew what this was all about, they shook their heads.
Shortly after Vicki arrived, the door opened and in walked a man Vicki did know. It was Tom Brown, the man who wore the fake pussy and drove the Continental.
"Hello, Mr. Brown," the men said. "Hello, men," Tom replied. "And Miss Buzby, I'm so glad you were free for this flight." He was all smiles, friendly, but businesslike. "You're the... ".
"Vice president, public relations," Brown said. "Now, have you met the rest of the crew?"
"Oh, yes," Vicki said. "We've met before."
"Good. Then let me explain this flight. We've just redecorated our 727's, and we think they're quite lovely. We've invited a number of press people on a junket to Las Vegas, just to show them our new interiors, and our new food service."
Just then three more stews came in. Vicki recognized two of them as stews who always worked first class. The other one she didn't know.
"Hello, girls," Tom said. "I believe you know the details of this flight already. Helen, Gloria, Mary Ann, meet Vicki. This is her first special-duty flight."
Tom left to greet the passengers who had begun to arrive, and the men headed for the flight deck of the waiting aircraft.
Vicki took stock of the other stews. Helen was short and blond, with a good figure, stacked in a way short girls usually weren't. Gloria was tall and dark, also nicely stacked, with beautiful brown eyes that were doe-shaped and large.
Mary Ann had red hair, but more carrot-colored than Vicki's. She also had freckles. She looked like the all-American girl, Vicki noticed, but she, too, had a bosom bigger than the all-American girl.
The girls were friendly to Vicki, more friendly than they'd ever been when they'd worked the same flights before. And Vicki had worked with both Helen and Gloria at times, although never in the same cabin.
"This is only my second special duty," Mary Ann said. "Did anyone tell you that usually after one special duty you get first class most all the time?"
"No," said Vicki, "really?"
"Yes," Helen said. "I wondered when you'd get promoted a little. I could see right away you wouldn't be stuck in tourist for the regular amount of time. Did I say that, Gloria?"
"Yes, Helen, you sure did. You have a way of picking them."
"What do you mean?" asked Vicki.
"Oh, the upper echelon likes a certain type," Helen said. "Your boobs, for one thing. And a certain look in your eyes, for another. It's clear you like to play."
"We all do," Gloria said. "Welcome to the club."
Vicki didn't understand exactly what was going on, but she didn't much care. She sensed she'd found, at last, some stews with leanings similar to her own, and at last she felt less isolated, less unusual among her fellows.
"This will be a fun trip," said Mary Ann. "Everyone will be so tipsy they won't even notice the food. Also, on this flight, you don't have to disguise your flirting. They're allowed to pinch and feel all they want. No fucking on the plane, though. That can come after."
"After?" Vicki asked. "You mean it's planned?"
"Oh, sure," Helen said. "Only the guests don't really know it. We entertain in Vegas, as well as on the way to Vegas. After we land, and everyone gets freshened up, we treat them to the tables and then to a super dinner, with champagne and all, and then to a floor show."
"Have you ever seen a Vegas floor show?" Gloria asked.
"No," Vicki said. "I've been meaning to, but the dispatcher always calls me at the last minute."
"Well," Mary Ann said, "no dispatcher is going to call you tonight And those floor shows are really something. All bare boobs bouncing around on a stage, walking close to you, beautifully adorned girls with feathers, etc. It's really something."
"The men go nuts and it always makes the women horny too," Gloria said.
"After that," Helen cut in, "all the guests are invited back to Tom's suite for snacks and nightcaps."
"That's when all hell breaks loose," Gloria said "What do you mean?" asked Vicki.
"Well, a few of the showgirls are always invited, and they come in their costumes," Mary Ann told her.
"Of course, no one can resist for very long," Helen said, flashing her green eyes. "Before you know it, the guests are touching their tits, encouraged by Tom. Even the women."
"And the men you were flirting with on the flight are hotter than hell," Gloria said. "You can imagine what happens after that."
"I sure can," said Vicki, smiling. "It just sounds super."
"Okay," Gloria said, "let's get to work. Just remember, Vicki, you can get felt up, and feel up others on the flight. But no undressing and no fucking. And spread yourself around. Make sure everyone gets a little something, if they want it.
"We can't play any favorites," Gloria said. "We must make sure everyone has a good time."
"Right," said Vicki, catching on. "Do they pay extra or anything for these special-duty flights?"
"Yup," Mary Ann said, "and handsomely. In dollars and in other ways, too. You'll see."
"This flight is a little different in that we meet the passengers even before we get on the plane," Helen said. "Let's go to the boarding gate and help them on."
The four eager stews entered the boarding area and saw a sea of familiar faces drinking complimentary coffee and talking to Tom Brown.
Vicki was amused, now that she knew who Tom Brown was. She wondered if the other stews on this flight had met him the same way she had. Had they all slept with him? And if so, did they all know about his peculiar tastes? Or did he have other unusual ways of screwing, a different method for everyone?
If not, did all these stews dig other women? Vicki felt attracted to them, to all of them. Did they to her?
She supposed she'd find out later. Meanwhile, although the others had told her what to do, she decided to start off slowly and follow their lead.
"Girls, girls," Tom said, spying them. "Nice to see you. Let me introduce you to our guests."
Tom pointed each stew out by name and then began the really unnecessary job of naming each guest, who Vicki knew on sight.
"Ladies, meet Rick Barton, Howard Romer, Tex Bead, Joan Dancer, Monica Hogan, Jerry Walsh, and Lil Camp. They will introduce you to their guests."
Vicki stationed herself near the coffee machine. Rick Barton, Tex Bead and Lil Camp were the three most famous talk-show hosts in the business. Tex was a tall, lanky, blond cowboy type, who looked real stupid and innocent with his wide eyes. He also had a drawl that had made Vicki laugh the first few times she'd heard him speak. But when you forgot the drawl and listened to the words, you realized he was quite intelligent.
He'd worked out of New York for several years before moving his show back to Dallas. He was top talent, it was said in the papers, and that's why his network went for the move. Tex just couldn't stand to be away from the ranch he loved. Vicki had found herself mildly attracted to him from time to time as she watched his show. His personality kind of grew on you.
Rick Barton was another story. He was in his middle fifties, lean and debonair, given to risque jokes. There were rumors about him-that he liked to play around with showgirls and such. He'd been through two wives already, and rumor had it that he was going to marry an eighteen-year-old finalist in last year's Miss America contest. He was with a young lady, apparently the beauty contestant, from what Vicki could tell. Rick introduced her as his fiance, Linda Hopkins. He kept his arm around her most of the time, and patted her frequently on the ass, which made her giggle.
Lilian Camp, the other talk personality, was one of the few women to have a prime-time talk show. She was in her middle thirties, pretty, slim and sexy all at once, with dark black hair and fiery green eyes. She had recently become a feminist, and Vicki imagined trouble with her. Vicki herself liked things just the way they were between men and women. She didn't think Lil Camp would put up with any hanky panky. Maybe she was a secret lesbian, Vicki, hoped. At least they could get together over their bodies. The other two women on board were Joan Dancer and Monica Hogan. Joan was a music critic for one of the leading papers. She was in charge of the pop-rock-western scene, and she had recently appeared on several talk shows. Young, in her twenties, and very hip; Vicki found herself a little in awe of Joan. She was short, trim, small-breasted, and given to wearing dungarees and knit tops with no bra.
Monica was a newscaster on one of the network's late night hews programs. Vicki had read that she might make anchorman, or rather, anchorwoman, some day, because she had such a professional presence. She seemed rather straight, and quite dedicated to her job.
Vicki overheard her saying to the other newscaster included, Howard Romer, anchorman for a competing network, that this was all a lot of nonsense. Howard was a fortyish, very attractive, fun-loving type, if his TV personality was at all representative of his real self. There were no scandals in the air about him, but it was obvious to Vicki, as she watched him, that he had an appreciative eye for the women.
A young man who Vicki didn't recognize, a longhair type, was finally pointed out to her as Ike Berlin, Joan's boy friend, an up and coming singer songwriter-guitarist. Sexual beyond belief, he instantly turned Vicki on.
The only other invited person to bring his own guest was Jerry Walsh, a film critic who wrote for several publications. Jerry was thirtyish and quite attractive, kind of clean-cut looking.
He introduced Vicki and the other stews to another young man, similar in appearance. His name was Jed Green, and that he was Jerry's guest was the only explanation given.
Vicki was intrigued. The two men looked enough alike to be twins. Perhaps they were. Perhaps she'd find out more about them later.
All in all, it was an interesting crowd, and this flight promised to be a great deal of fun.
Finally the plane was ready and the stews got on first, checking everything out. It was a beautifully done plane interior, with couches, coffee tables, a piano and bar. There were no first class and tourist distinctions. Part of the plane was set up like a restaurant, with tables for dining.
It was a small plane and the decor made it seem cozy and intimate. Clearly, the company was offering it to small parties for private charters.
AH in all, there were under twelve passengers, although there was room for many more, say twenty-five in all.
Everyone finally walked onto the aircraft and chose their seats. Rick Barton and Linda Hopkins picked a small couch the size of a love seat and settled in, fastening their seat belts.
Howard Romer and Monica Hogan picked easy-chairs that swiveled. They were separated by a small table between the chairs, but were within easy talking distance of each other.
Joan and Ike and Tex Bead shared a luxurious couch, with a fantastic free-form coffee table in front of it.
Lil Camp, Jerry Walsh and Jed Green sat within speaking range of each other, Jerry and Lil on a large couch across the aisle, or what would have been in a normal interior, and Jed in a nearby chair.
"Isn't this fantastic?" Mary Ann whispered to Vicki. "It feels like you're in someone's living room."
'Too much," Vicki agreed. "Just too much."
The stews helped everyone settle into their seats and made sure all belts were fastened. Before they themselves sat down, Helen, who was the supervisor on this flight, told them, "Girls, you are to pretend this is your home and you are to be the perfect hostesses. Combine that duty with your stew duties. Remember, this is informal, but safety procedures and such must still be observed."
Vicki announced over the PA system that drinks and food would be served just as soon as they were in the air. Then Gloria demonstrated the use of the oxygen masks and explained that the lavatories were located in front and rear.
Tom Brown stationed himself behind the bar and spoke to Mary Ann, who was going to be the bartender for the first quarter of the trip.
The usual supply of liquor was on hand and mixing drinks would be done just as it was usually. The passengers would be free to move about the plane, drinking at the bar or at their seats.
When dinner was served they would have a choice of sitting at a table or having a tray brought to their seats. There were enough tables to accommodate everyone.
In addition, a back section of the plane had been partitioned off to make a small movie theatre.
Soon the plane smoothly took off and Vicki and Gloria began to circulate, taking orders for drinks while Helen got the food started. The choices were filet mignon or pressed duck, and she took those orders herself.
As the drinks began to mount up, everyone seemed to relax and get loose. Tom Brown set the standards for behavior, and as he walked around the plane he caressed the stews freely, letting everyone see what he was doing.
He walked up to Vicki, who was serving a cocktail to Rick and his fiance, Linda, and put his arm around her shoulder, letting his hand fall on her tit.
"Lovely, isn't she?" Tom smiled down at Rick as he gave Vicki's boob a big squeeze. "All real, Rick, it's all her."
"You got some real pretty stews here, Tom. Real pretty girls. All really, well, you know, stacked. Oughta have 'em wear bathing suits while they work. Topless ones, ha ha ha."
"Well, that day hasn't quite come yet," Tom said, now patting Vicki on the ass.
"Here's your drink, Mr. Barton," Vicki said, bending down to place his drink on the end table. He put his hand on her thigh and rubbed it up and down across her groin. "Urn, hum, you feel mighty good, Vicki. Let me see if those really are real," he said, reaching out for a tit.
Vicki's nipple popped erect and Rick thumbed it. "Oh, Linda, I love you but these tits are too much," he said to his fiance, who looked slightly embarrassed.
"I have to go now," Vicki said. "See you later."
Joan Dancer and Ike had their hands all over each other as they talked animatedly to Tex Bead. Mary Ann, who'd been relieved at the bar by Gloria, sat next to Tex, who had his arm around her. Her hand was on his thigh.
Vicki saw Tom approach them. "Quite a nice little girl," he said to Tex, who nodded. Tom reached out and squeezed Mary Ann's tit. "All real, you know."
Tex laughed and reached for the other boob. "So it is," he said.
All around the plane people seemed to be enjoying themselves. Helen was now sitting on the arm of Howard Romer's chair, and Tom Brown was flirting with Monica, who was laughing. Maybe she wasn't so square and straight after all.
Even Jerry Walsh and Jed Green responded to the flirtatious advances of the stews.
Only Lil Camp remained aloof from it all, looking up from a book every now and then, smirking, and ignoring everyone all over again.
Soon it was time for dinner, and everyone chose the comfort of dining at a table. The food was served efficiently by the stews, who mostly left the passengers alone while they were eating, stopping by from time to time to see if they could bring them anything.
During this time the flight crew came back and said their greetings to the passengers, who asked the usual questions about when they would land and what the flying time was. By the time the captain left the passenger cabin it was time to serve the after-dinner drinks, and Vicki went behind the bar.
Ike Berlin "went to the piano and began to play some heavy rock and roll and Joan Dancer began to dance. Her tits, though small, showed clearly through her sweater, and they bounced just enough to be enticing.
Soon the music began to affect the others, who were all quite high and relaxed by this time, and when Tex Bead asked Lil to dance, she even loosened up a bit and said yes.
The stewardesses were all dancing too, and Vicki threw herself into the music, flooded with memories about the time she'd danced topless. She almost wished she could take her clothes off. No, that would have to come later.
Helen finally clapped her hands for silence and made an announcement that everyone would have to be seated shortly for landing.
It had been a good flight, and not too difficult. Everyone had begun to get acquainted and both the stews and the passengers were looking forward to the day ahead.
Everyone had a few hours to themselves once they got off the plane and to the hotel, none other than Caesar's famous Palace.
The four stews shared a sumptuous room. 'Tm surprised they didn't give us each a private room," Vicki said. "They aren't sparing the expenses."
"It's not the money," Helen told her. "They don't want us to take any individual action. All our work must be done in the group, and at Tom's party in his suite. We aren't allowed to entertain privately or go out. This way we keep check on each other."
"I'm going to take a shower," Gloria said. "Anyone want to join me? We have just thirty minutes to show up at the pool."
"Hey, I thought we had free time," Vicki said. "What gives?"
"They have free time," said Mary Ann. "We go to the pool. See." She pointed to an open drawer that contained four bikinis. Each was a different color.
All the girls took off their uniforms and called for a cleaning pick-up. They removed their underwear and openly assessed each other's bodies.
"Very nice," each girl said, looking at Vicki. "Very nice."
"I might say the same for you," she said, now beginning to suspect that all of them liked other women. "All right, girls, no time to play today. It all has to wait until this evening," Helen said. "We're on a tight schedule."
Eyes sparkling, they quickly showered and donned the bathing suits Tom Brown had left for them.
Tom met them at the pool and the guests arrived shortly after that. "No outside dates," Tom said, reminding them of what they already knew. 'Within seconds after the luscious stews got to the pool area, all eyes fell upon them. "Damn," Gloria said, spotting a good-looking young man on the diving board.
A few minutes later Rick and Linda Hopkins made their way over to Tom and the girls. "Beautiful, beautiful," he said, taking them all in. "Lovely suits, girls. Lovely, aren't they, Linda, dear?"
"Yes, those are nice suits," Linda said.
" 'Linda dear' isn't so bad herself," Mary Ann whispered to Vicki. "What do you suppose she sees in him?"
Soon the rest of the guests came down from their rooms and the friendships that had begun on the plane were resumed, becoming closer and closer. Rick, Tex, Howard, Jerry and Jed were all turned on by the girls-the stews as well as Monica and Lil, and flirted, pinched and grabbed tit under the water.
Joan Dancer and Ike Berlin kept more or less to themselves, but all the stews were turned on to Ike. "Wonder if he swings?" Helen muttered to Vicki. "I guess we'll find out later."
Soon Tom told everyone that dinner would be served in three hours, and if they wanted some time at the tables, they should go in now.
"No gambling for you, girls," Tom told the stews. "Just look pretty and encourage the men."
Helen, Vicki, Mary Ann and Gloria rushed back to their wonderful room and quickly helped each other dress again-this time in formals left in the closet for them. Vicki's dress was green, bright kelly green, with sequins at the bust, making her glitter as she walked.
The gown had tiny straps, and naturally, it was too small to cover her ample boobs. She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed. Then she looked at the other girls. All of them were falling out of their dresses.
They stood by the tables until dinner time, and after dinner they all entered the theatre, where Tom had choice seats for them.
The lights dimmed and the girls walked out on stage. Vicki hardly noticed the music, the skits, or the dancing. She was all eyes on the girls, their luscious boobs and legs and glorious costumes. "What do you think of those?" said Howard to Vicki.
"Those are just spectacular," she answered, aware of him staring at her own boobs.
"And so are yours," he said, taking her hand.
Vicki was curious to see how Monica and Lil were reacting to the show. They didn't seem to be smiling much.
As soon as it ended Tom invited everyone up to his suite. "I'm afraid I'm too tired," Monica said, excusing herself.
"If you don't mind," said Lil, "Td like to play some more black jack. Maybe I'll stop up a bit later."
"Fine, fine," Tom said. "The snack and room are there, the party's there, I'm there, the lovely stewardesses are coming, and I think a few of the girls from the show will be there too. You're under no obligation to come, though," he said, addressing all the guests.
Vicki personally didn't give a damn who came. The other three stews would be just enough for her. And Tom would supply a cock in case anyone needed one.
She was also curious about the showgirls. They came to Tom's suite still in their costumes. It was a large suite, with a living room, three bedrooms and three baths. The living room was filled with an exquisite buffet, and music filtered in.
"Want to dance?" Tex asked Vicki.
"Sure," she said, letting him put his arms around her. Most of the others were dancing too. Jerry was with Helen, and Jed was with Mary Ann. Howard was dancing with Gloria. Rick had his Linda, and Howard was dancing with one of the showgirls. Tom had another showgirl in his arms, and Joan and Ike were together, of course.
Nothing much was happening, though. After the music ended people began to talk and eat and drink, and finally Tom came over to Vicki and Mary Ann and suggested that they, along with Helen and Gloria, get things rolling.
"Just dance with each other," Tom said, "and feel each other up a little. That will turn everyone on."
Vicki looked at Gloria. She loved her dark eyes, and her tall, shapely body that was similar to her own. She put her arms around Gloria and they began to sway to the music. The lights were lowered and Vicki noticed Helen and Mary Ann begin to dance too.
Soon Vicki became aware that eyes were on the two pairs. She thought she caught a glimmer of Rick massaging Linda's breasts. Joan and Ike were fondling each other openly, her hand in his crotch and his in hers.
Jerry and Jed each had a showgirl down on the floor. Tex and Tom stood by the buffet table, openly admiring the stews. Howard cut in on Mary Ann and Helen.
"Mind if I dance with both of you?" he said, putting an arm around each one. The three of them swayed back and forth to the music, and eventually they stepped their way out of the living room and into one of the bedrooms.
Rick dragged Linda over to Vicki and Gloria, "Linda," he said, "did you ever dance with another woman?"
"Why no," she said.
"Dance with her, Vicki," Rick said, sweeping Gloria away. He and Gloria watched as Vicki put her arms around Linda. She sure was lovely, all right, Vicki thought as their boobs connected. Her breasts weren't terribly large, but they weren't too small, either, and her hair smelled sweet.
Her waist was tiny, and Vicki smelled her perfume and suddenly became aware that she was breathing loud and hard. Her cunt tingled, and she whispered into Linda's ear, "Linda, are you a virgin with women?"
"Yes," the girl said. "Rick wants to change that, though."
"How do you feel about it?" Vicki asked.
"I'll do anything for Rick," she said.
Vicki unzipped the zipper at the back of Linda's dress and pulled the sleeveless gown down over her shoulders. Rick and Gloria were standing nearby, fondling each other. Rick was staring, clearly excited, squeezing Gloria's boob with one hand.
Vicki glanced around the room. Jerry and Jed were humping their showgirls in separate corners. Tex was helping Rick out with Gloria, who now had a hand in each crotch.
Tom was watching Vicki and Linda, Vicki unhooked Linda's bra and pulled it off. Her breasts were snow-white, with large pink nipples. Vicki lifted a boob to her mouth and kissed it. She felt Linda shiver beneath her touch.
They walked over to the bedroom suite. One door was open, and so they chose that one. Rick, Tex, Gloria and Tom followed them in.
Vicki and Linda lay down on the bed and Vicki pulled off Linda's panties. Her cunt hair was fuzzy and light brown, much lighter than the dark brown hair on her head.
It was virginal, young and innocent. Rick came over to the bed and pulled down Vicki's zipper, and Vicki wiggled out of her gown. She was naked underneath.
She lay down next to Linda. Rick sat down on the other side of the bed. Tex was beginning to make love to Gloria, and Tom joined them, on the other bed in the room.
"Touch her breasts, Linda," Rick said. Linda put her hand on Vicki's tit.
"Oh," she said, feeling it harden under her touch.
Linda's perfume wafted through the air, and Vicki breathed in long and slow. "Nice perfume, huh?" Rick said, beginning to fondle one of Linda's tits and one of Vicki's. "I got it for her."
"It's doing something crazy to me," Vicki said. She pressed her lips to Linda's mouth and darted her tongue into the other girl's lips.
There was something about her being a virgin in woman-love that nearly sent Vicki to the moon. It was also that little patch of baby fuzz on her pussy. Vicki ran her hand down Linda's smooth belly and into her little furry patch.
She pressed her finger through and down to the magic button. Linda gasped as Vicki's finger flicked back and forth against her clit.
"Put your finger in her," Rick whispered. "I want to see your finger in her cunt."
"With pleasure," Vicki said, parting the precious lips and sliding her finger in. She loved the moist tightness of it, and she gently moved her finger around, in and out, feeling Linda clamp it in response.
Linda began to writhe on the bed as Vicki slowly took her mouth away from Linda's lips and brushed against her neck. She slowly left a trail of kisses on the innocent girl's naked body, her shoulders, breasts, rib cage, belly, and finally she locked her lips around the girl's throbbing clit and sucked.
"Oh, oh, oh," Linda said, reaching for Rick's hand. "Oh, oh, oh. Yes."
Vicki felt her own clit longing for some attention, and she swung her body around so that she was in sixty-nine position. She began to rim Linda's warm open pussy with her tongue, every so often slipping her fast-moving tongue in and out of the warm, wet hole.
Linda thrust her hips up to meet Vicki's mouth. Vicki was now lying on her stomach with the upper half of her body across Linda's lower belly.
Her pussy ached to be fucked or sucked. "Eat her," she heard Rick say to Linda.
"I can't, I can't" the girl replied.
"For me, baby, for me."
"Okay," she said, and Vicki moved closer to the girl, turning her on her side in the process.
Rick guided Linda's head in between Vicki's legs, and a tongue gingerly made contact with Vicki's clit. Vicki lapped faster and faster at Linda's now sopping hole and bit gently on her clit until she felt the spasms begin there and continue on through the girl's cunt.
As Linda started coming she could no longer suck Vicki. Instead she moaned and clutched Rick's hand harder. "I'm coming, Rick, she's making me come now."
"I know," Rick said, "I know."
After it was all over, Rick said to Linda, "Now eat Vicki for me. I want to see you stuck your tongue in her cunt."
"I'll do anything for you," she said, and Vicki lay down on her back with her legs open. Rick massaged Vicki's large breasts and kissed them as Linda began going down on her.
Vicki thrust her hips forward to meet the virgin mouth, and she placed her hands on the girl's soft hair, guiding her head gently, showing her the rhythm.
Vicki felt another mouth touch her body, this time kissing her lips, and she opened her eyes. She had known it was a woman's mouth, soft and pliable, and she looked into Gloria's face.
Tom and Tex stood to one side of the bed, watching and enjoying the scene. Rick left Vicki's breasts to Gloria and he went to the end of the bed where he could watch Linda licking Vicki's clit. He put his hand in Linda's pussy, and her tongue moved faster and faster as Rick excited her.
Just as Linda's tongue burrowed deep into Vicki's convulsing cunt, Rick took out his hard, pulsating cock and plunged it into Linda's ass, which was stuck high in the air.
With Gloria kneading her boobs and Linda's tongue in her pussy Vicki could hold back no longer. She felt Rick thrusting into Linda as she spilled out her juices into the girl's mouth and groaned with ecstasy.
Linda pulled away from Vicki's pussy, and before she had a chance to get up, Tom's naked body came between her and Gloria and she felt his prick enter her.
Her cunt immediately responded, sucking him into her. "Yes, yes," she said. "Now I need a cock to fuck me," and fuck her Tom did.
The sensations welled up in her belly and moved down to her clit, climaxing deep in her pussy, nearly forcing Tom's dick out of her with the pressure of her convulsion.
But Tom pressed hard inside her, jamming his cock hard against the tip of her womb and splashing his come against it, making a storm inside her.
She felt the warmth of his juices mingling with her own, then became aware of the wetness all over her body, her sweat mixed with his, slapping as they pushed together one final time.
When she awoke, she was alone in the bedroom. She went into the living room, which was empty, and finally decided to go back to her room.
The other girls were asleep, and there was space for her in the bed next to Gloria.
She cuddled next to the warm sleeping body, and awoke in the morning to Gloria's kisses. "Let's finish what we started last night," Gloria whispered.
And they did, while Helen and Mary Ann slept on far into the morning.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Vicki slowly unbuttoned her uniform jacket. The man sitting across from her watched intently. His name was Daniel Ricardi, and Tom had told her to take good care of him.
Whatever Tom told her was as good as done. Ever since the flight to Las Vegas, her contact with Tom had increased. So had her salary, her choice of flights, and her living standard.
She now had her very own apartment, quite close to the airport, but the monetary benefits made up for the noise. Besides, it only took her a few minutes to get to work, when she was working at home, and the trip into the city was swift and easy when she needed to go there. - Daniel Ricardi nodded his head approvingly as Vicki slipped out of her jacket "Do a slow strip," he'd told her, and she was most obliging. Tom Brown sure wasn't fooling when he said he had a real fine woman. Vicki was gorgeous, and Daniel was glad Tom owed him a favor.
They'd had a nice dinner and Daniel really liked the girl. She seemed to like him too. What's more, she seemed to enjoy doing this little number for him. So many girls these days just did it by rote, mechanically. Their cunts never even got wet.
But Vicki was different, he could tell. She liked to ball, liked to please men. Daniel could spot it in her eyes, in the way she held her head, in the flashy smile she threw around with such aplomb.
Vicki let her jacket fall to the floor and started in on her blouse. She brushed her hands lightly over her breasts as she unbuttoned it, and slowly, one by one, each button separated from its hole and the blouse opened to expose a mountain of cleavage in a lace push-up bra.
Vicki had offered Daniel her entire wardrobe to choose from. But he wanted the uniform. A real stew bum, through and through. That was just fine with Vicki. She got a real charge out of turning guys on while she wore her uniform.
Her uniform turned her on too, to herself mainly, knowing that under her uniform, under all stewardess uniforms, was a luscious body, or at the very least, a warm, wet pussy waiting to be fucked or sucked or fingered. Under each skirt was a nice round ass, just ready to be spread apart, fondled, or maybe even screwed. And under a lot of uniforms, especially those worn by Tom's girls, who were now Vicki's friends, there were soft, large breasts with nipples that hardened instantly, that could be made erect by the mind, that responded to a hard kiss or a gentle one, that liked to be open, exposed, and pleasing.
Her own nipples peeked over the top of her lacy bra, just the very tip of deep color flirting with Dan Ricardi's sharply focused eyes.
"Wow," he said softly as her blouse dropped. "Nice, very nice."
Vicki smiled, happy that he appreciated her. She unbuttoned her skirt, slowly pulled down the zipper and pulled it over her hips, writhing a little in the process. She did not have on the usual panty girdle underneath, but a pair of lace bikinis to match her bra.
She'd thought of wearing no panties, which she liked and did frequently, but she pegged Daniel as not wanting that, and she was right.
He saw the silky red hair peeking through the lace, and Vicki watched his chest expand as he became more and more eager for her. She did a little dance for him, turning around several times, and once, with her back toward him, she pulled the panties down around her ass so he could see it, and then quickly pulled them up. She faced him then, and slipped them down, exposing her whole woman-mound, and then pulled them back up right away.
Then she turned her back toward him once more and unhooked her bra. She pulled the shoulder straps down and turned around to him, holding the bra over her breasts, barely covering them, but knowing that, for the moment at least, this would turn him on more than a full view of her would.
She let one cup drop away, exposing her left tit for an instant before covering it up and doing the same with the other boob.
On the third time she dropped her bra entirely and threw back her chest, her full, magnificent breasts fully exposed. The room was just a little on the cool side, and Vicki's nipples stood out straight and proud, her own excitement assisted by the temperature of the room.
She glanced over at the mirror that was on the wall opposite the bed. The room on the other side of that wall was in another apartment, the adjoining apartment that Tom frequently occupied. The mirror, Vicki knew, was a two-way mirror. One of the strings that went with the apartment, the job. Tom could watch her fuck any damn time he chose to. Vicki didn't care. She liked it sometimes, because she liked Tom, and she enjoyed pleasing him as well as whoever she was entertaining.
Most of the time Tom told her when he'd be watching. It wasn't to check up on her, but just for his own pleasure. He always watched when he brought her a virgin stew, a young, sweet thing just out of school, usually.
Then there were times when she didn't know he'd been watching until after. This might be one of those times. Sometimes, when he had a date with a virgin stew, he'd set it up so the virgin could watch with him while Vicki and one of the other girls made it, to help in the seduction of the virgin. Then, when Tom gave the girl over to Vicki, or one of the others, she was really ripe.
Vicki hoped Tom was watching her now because she was really enjoying herself and she wanted to share that with him.
She slowly rolled her little bikini panties down over her pubic bone, down her soft, smooth, long tanned thighs, over her rounded calves and lovely ankles. She stepped out of them and stood naked before Daniel who continued sipping his drink, nodding his approval and saying how nice she was.
He didn't have to tell her he wanted to see her touch herself a little before he got undressed. She knew that's what he would want, and she slowly started in, running her hand up from her panties on the floor, up her lovely leg, up the inside of her thigh, catching her fingers in the long strands of red hair that extended down, down, past the top of her thighs if she pulled them straight She wiggled her fingers through the luxurious bush of hair and spread her lips open, parting the hair, thrusting her hips forward and pulling her clit into view.
She rubbed it a little, until it got as hard as it would, and then she just stood still for a minute, flicked her thumb against the hot, throbbing pink button. She put her finger a little into her moist pussy, got it wet, then dried it against her own flat, muscular belly.
Then she held up a large breast in each hand, walked closer to Daniel, and sat down on his lap, offering his mouth one of her succulent tits.
He took it between his lips and sucked hard. He grabbed her breast in both hands and began to knead it, play with it, and his tongue made fast swirls around her nipple. His teeth sunk in gently, hurting just the right amount. Vicki sat facing him, on one thigh, so that it was between her legs, and she felt her cunt juice leaking out on his pants, which were a tweedy material, rough and satisfying to her hot cunt.' She began to rub herself on his thigh, turned on by his coolness, by his insistent mouth, by the hardening bulge she noticed rising in his crotch, helped on by her gently pushing knee.
She pulled away from him a little, her breast falling out of his mouth. She loosened his tie and pulled it off. She began to unbutton his shirt, and when she came to where his jacket was fastened, she undid that and then finished the shirt.
She got off his lap and he stood up, his rod noticeably hard in his trousers.
Vicki wondered again if Tom was watching. If his own prick was rising at the sight of her making love to someone else, at the sight of her own aroused body. Was he there? Was he alone? Was he there playing with his prick, or was someone else with him, another lovely woman, a woman she'd be able to have herself some day, for Tom shared all his women with her, and she loved him for that Dan was about the same age as Tom, well-built, trim, athletic. She remembered him saying something about them being tennis partners, and she imagined them both on the court, their muscular legs running back and forth as they slammed the ball across the net.
Tom made sure all her men had good bodies. She wouldn't pretend, she'd told him. They really had to turn her on. And Tom had promised that she'd get the best of the bunch. He had been good as his word.
His shoulder muscles stood out, as did his pectorals, and Vicki placed her hands on his muscular, hairy chest. It felt good under her touch, strong and healthy. His belly was flat and muscular and it rippled under her touch as she moved her hand down to his belt buckle.
She unfastened the belt and the snap on his pants, and his zipper. Then she reached in, found the opening in his shorts and grasped the prick she'd been waiting to touch.
It was medium-hard, but grew at her touch into a throbbing alive thing. She felt the blood coursing into it, felt its head rise and harden, felt the shaft straighten. She reached her hand down to tickle the soft balls underneath it, then pulled her hand out of his shorts to help him take off his shoes and socks.
Together they pulled first his trousers, then his shorts off, and she looked at him with an appraising glance, appreciative of his fine body and the hot, hard prick that stuck straight out from it.
She took hold of it and pulled him down on the bed. Their bodies mashed together, his hard chest against her soft breasts, his throbbing cock against her soft mound, and their mouths met in their first kiss.
Their lips parted and his tongue found its way up to the roof of Vicki's mouth. It was a long, experienced tongue and it tickled the roof of her mouth and the inside of her top teeth, sending shivers of ecstasy all down her body and through her pussy. It was a good tongue, and she imagined it buried deep in her cunt, as deep as only a long, willing tongue could go. And she pulled her mouth away from his and whispered, "You have a good tongue, it's very active," and he said back, "It goes to all kinds of places."
She began to kiss his ear, to lick it and dart her own nimble tongue in and out of it, and she pressed her lips to his neck, his shoulders, his chest and belly, darting her tongue in and out of her mouth every so often, tasting him, his saltiness, his roughness, his man-skin.
When she got to his belly she cupped his balls and licked his prick all up and down, almost cleaning it the way a mother cat cleans her kittens, though, Lord knew, it tasted fine and smelled the way a man ought to.
She finally let go of his balls and wrapped her fist around his throbbing cock, feeling the vein sticking out, pounding with excitement.
She put her mouth over it, taking it in deep, practically feeling the head of it way down in her throat. She swirled her tongue around and around it, faster and faster until she felt it get even harder, and until she felt his balls rise up to the bottom of her fist, and then she stopped and pinched him slightly, the way Tom had taught her to, bringing him to the brink and then stopping him, knowing it would be better for him this way.
He laid her down on her back again and propped himself up on one elbow, the other arm traveling over her body, first her face, then her boobs and nipples, then her belly, and finally, her luscious red-covered pussy.
He parted her hair and dove his finger into the moist darkness, bringing her clit alive before thrusting his fingers deep inside her, three at a time, shoving them deeper and deeper, those long, thin fingers that could reach to the center of her.
"Oh," she moaned, writhing under his hand. "Oh, oh, yes."
He bent down to kiss her rippling belly and slowly moved his lips down, drinking in her silky pussy hair and finally locking around her throbbing pink clit, licking her like she was a vanilla ice cream cone, every so often darting his tongue into her hole as though he were trying to lick up the last of the ice cream from the inside of the cone.
She'd never felt a tongue this long, this willing to eat the very insides of her, and she clamped her pussy muscles down around it, trying to capture it, but it was too wet and slippery, not at all like a cock.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she said, barely able to stand the torment one second longer. A cock was what she needed, something she could really grab on to, something to fasten her pussy down on, something to hold within those moist, tight, muscular walls.
He took his tongue out of her and rose up on his knees! His cock was angled out from his belly and Vicki grabbed it and guided it into her wet, waiting hole.
It was large and long and it filled her the way she wanted it to. They found their rhythm easily, and the bed rose and fell with them, gently rocked them as his prick slid in and out of her clenching cunt, teasing her, knowing she wanted to grasp it and not letting her just yet.
Finally he hesitated on the upthrust, just a fraction of a second too long, and she tightened her pussy around his rod, not letting go until she had to, making the pulling out all that much more ecstatic.
"Jesus," he said, "you are really something." Again he thrust his pulsating prick deep into her and again she caught it in her love hole and held it there for just the right amount of time. Again and again, until she felt her own excitement mounting unbearably within her belly and exploding deep inside her, convulsing out of control now, grabbing and releasing his dick, which was buried deep inside her.
He held it still while she shuddered against him, coming and coming with soft moans, and after she'd finished she squeezed him hard with her pussy muscles, a few times in quick succession, and he couldn't help himself. The come gathered in his balls and exploded warmly in her, making his whole body shiver as he jammed his cock deeper and deeper inside her, joining with her.
She felt him pounding against her, felt his warmth spurt into her, and she tightened her pussy hard against his coming prick, squeezing the juice out, dragging it up from his balls, draining him completely.
She held on to him, kept him in her until his cock began to shrink and she couldn't close her cunt any tighter and had to let him go.
"You are one hell of a girl, Vicki," he said to her an hour later, when he had the strength to get up and dress. "Tom said you were something really special, and he was right."
Vicki smiled. "I hope I see you again sometime, Dan. This was lots of fun." That was the understatement of the year. Vicki had really enjoyed fucking Dan Ricardi, and she would have to tell Tom to be sure to give him to her again sometime.
She followed Dan to the door and kissed him goodbye. Then she double locked it and went back to sleep, wondering what Tom would have in store for her next.
She loved her life because it was rarely routine now. Something new and exciting was always happening, and she was glad. Because if she didn't have something mysterious and unknown to look forward to, she would really miss fellows like Dan Ricardi, who didn't come along all that often.
She woke up at eleven, when the phone rang. It was Tom. She frequently took her job orders from him now, instead of from the dispatcher.
"Hello. What's up?" she asked, recognizing his voice.
"I hear you ought to be in burlesque," he said. "You do a mean strip tease."
"Why, Tom," Vicki said with a lilt in her voice, "weren't you watching?"
"No, but from what Dan Richardi said to me this morning, I should have been."
"Darling, just any old time you want, I'll do a number just for you."
"Well, I may request one soon. Meanwhile, sweetheart, you've got work to do. And if you do a real good job, I'll have a little present for you."
"Oh, really?" Vicki was all ears. Usually that meant a little virgin stew. There weren't many who were truly virgins, Vicki knew, but there were plenty who were virgins as far as women were concerned. When Tom found one who'd never even fucked a man, it was a cause for celebration for both of them. Vicki would introduce her to the thrills of woman-love, and then Tom would bust her cherry. Together, Vicki and Tom always had a good time.
"One of our rookies got all shook when some fellow on our training flight grabbed her boob. When the director bawled her out, she began crying, saying how innocent she was, how she was saving herself, you know that shit. Later she was overheard admitting to her roommates she'd never done much with boys-her parents never let her date."
"Sounds like a real winner," Vicki said. "What does she look like?"
"Pretty, big tits, real big. I think we can use her for some special duty if we can warm her up. Even Foley Engels and Cant didn't want to chance her. Foley told me he started flirting with her and she got so shook he was afraid she'd get hysterical if he went any further. So they left her alone and let one of the other stews jerk them off instead."
"She sounds tough," Vicki said. "How do you think we should handle it?"
"We've got to catch her at something, some infraction to scare her. I'm going to put a few spies to work on her next flight. They'll get friendly with her and persuade her to go out with them for a few drinks. You're going to be riding as a passenger. You'll conveniently overhear where they're going, and in the morning, you'll work the flight back in uniform.
"You'll tell her you saw her drinking the night before and that she and her companions will have to come up before the board for review.
"From there, you'll figure something out. If she wants to keep her job, she'll cooperate."
"Okay, Tom. Which flight do I take?"
"This afternoon's. George Filip will be on board. He'll be the one who takes all the stews out drinking, and he'll tip you off about where they'll be. Remember, you just show up in uniform to work the morning flight back, and when you land, that's when you grab them."
"I'd better hurry, dear," Vicki said. "I've got to be there soon!" Vicki jumped into the shower and soaped her body all over. She rubbed her boobs, bringing her nipples to life, remembering Dan and the evening before. She washed her lovely pussy hair, fingering her clit and cunt as she did so, then took the spray shower off its hook and held it tight up against her crotch. The water squirted up her cunt and against her clit. She moved the hose around and around, feeling the warm thrashing of the water against her pussy.
The head on the spray shower was tiny. It sent powerful bursts of water, but it was only a little over an inch in diameter. Vicki had bought a small one on purpose, and now she slipped it into her pussy and let the water come inside her. It felt marvelous, warm and wet.
She leaned back against the wall of the shower and . moved the shower head around and around inside her, in and out and around and around. She flicked her long, throbbing clit with her thumb, and came quickly, effortlessly, the convulsions of her pussy expelling the shower head from it.
She put the shower back on its hook and let the water run over her shoulders and back for a while before she finally, reluctantly, got out.
I could live in the shower, she thought. I could just stay in here, jerking off, for the rest of my life. I'd never go out, never get dressed, just look in a mirror and play with my pussy hour after hour, sleep, and start all over again.
Vicki dried herself, lingering again on her pussy, but forcing herself to finish in the bathroom and get dressed so she wouldn't be late.
She put on a pink knit pantsuit and packed a uniform for the next morning. Then she called for a company car to take her to the terminal, where she got her ticket and entered the boarding area, playing passenger.
She saw George Filip, the man who would be taking the stews out to drink, convincing them that all stews broke the rules about drinking within twenty-four hours before a flight. With George was Raymond Bing, another company employee who worked for Tom. Vicki knew that none of the other stews knew him. They didn't know George worked for Tom either. They just knew he was a stew bum.
On the plane, Ray sat next to Vicki and told her he'd pick her up for dinner and then take her out for drinks after. They'd sit in clear view of George and the other stews, so that when Vicki made her "arrest" the next day, the girl would recognize her.
Vicki looked over the stews working the flight. They were in the coach section, and the new girl was quite attractive. Her name was Marcy Jones, and Vicki felt herself begin to get excited at the thought of seducing her.
The other stew in the cabin was Helen, who knew just what was going on and winked at Vicki. Helen and Vicki traded roles frequently, and Vicki remembered many times when she'd been in uniform and Helen had been playing the passenger.
During the trial that would follow the arrest, Helen would appear to be sentenced and suspended, along with Marcy. Then Vicki would get Marcy alone, and explain a way to get around the rules, if she seemed receptive, or comfort her and get a little too friendly, if that seemed right. Vicki knew that if Marcy wanted to keep her job, she'd be scared and vulnerable, and Vicki would awaken those deep down, repressed sexual feelings that all women, even Marcy Jones, had.
Vicki always enjoyed riding the flights as a passenger. She liked being served a meal, instead of doing the serving. She liked watching the men on board flirt with the stews, and she liked the attention she got, too, for when Vicki rode as a passenger, she always looked sexy and got plenty of offers for dates, nearly as many as she got when she worked the flight.
Sometimes men who were too shy to approach the stews would ask her out, and she would have liked to say yes. But she couldn't this time, for she knew she had to be with Ray, doing her job.
She made up elaborate stories to tell her seatmates, and this time she told the old woman who was next to her that she was a showgirl in Vegas, on vacation now. Vicki regaled her with stories of the nude floorshows, of the costumes that were so sexy, about the dances, and about what you had to do to get the job. She laughed inwardly as the old lady's shock grew.
"But why, my dear, do you let them take advantage of you like that?" the woman asked.
"Money," said Vicki. "I'm divorced and have three children to bring up. I need the money to put them through college."
Then Vicki put on her headset and enjoyed the movie, or the music, or whatever she preferred, sometimes catching up on her sleep.
In the row behind her she heard George asking Helen and Marcy out. Vicki knew it was Helen's job to convince Marcy to go. The three of them would have a good time. George was an all-right guy who just liked to hang around stews, Helen would explain. He'd buy them dinner and drinks, and little gifts, and never ask for anything in return.
It was a nice change to go out with George, Helen would say. It was relaxed, casual, with no demands, just like being with an old, comfortable friend. Vicki knew Helen would succeed. She was a fast talker, an old hand, and Marcy would trust her.
As Marcy walked up and down the aisle, serving drinks, removing trays, filling coffee cups for the second time, Vicki mentally undressed her. Yes, even under that uniform her large tits were evident. They didn't match her face, which was young and round and innocent, girlish, even. Those breasts were going to be full and eager, Vicki thought.
They arrived, finally, in San Francisco. Ray and Vicki followed George, Helen and Marcy from a bar, to a restaurant, to another bar, to a topless club. Marcy blushed her way through the club, and Vicki saw George patting her arm every so often, reassuring her, making her smile.
Loosened up by the liquor, Marcy seemed to start enjoying herself a little. Vicki was having a wonderful time, of course. She was turned on by the bouncing boobs in the nightclub, and almost had the urge to get up and dance herself.
When George, Helen and Marcy finally left, so did Vicki and Ray. George turned the girls into their hotel room and met Ray and Vicki in the lobby.
"They'll get a call for the afternoon flight," George told Ray and Vicki. "It's 2 now. If they're on any plane that leaves before this time tomorrow morning, you've got them."
"Good," Vicki said. "I'll get them in the crew room just before flight time tomorrow."
Vicki went up to her room and found Tom waiting for her. They fucked, fantasying about what Vicki would be doing to Marcy the very next night.
After a leisurely brunch the next morning, Vicki appeared in uniform in the crew room and worked the flight back along with Helen and Marcy.
Vicki had decided to wait until they got back to Chicago to reveal that she was a spy. As it was, she could tell that Marcy was worried because she did not recognize her from the previous day.
After the passengers left the plane, Vicki said to Helen and Marcy, "You realize I'll have to suspend you temporarily until your case is reviewed. You were drinking within the limit."
Marcy became visibly shaken. They walked off the plane, and Helen tried to cheer her up. "They'll just dock your pay or something, kid," she said, hurrying off. "Let me know when the trial is," she said to Vicki in a nasty voice. "I think it's pretty rotten that they make us spy on each other."
"That isn't very nice, is it," Marcy said to Vicki when they were alone.
"No, it isn't," Vicki remarked. "I wish I didn't have to report you, but that man I was with last night knows everything. Hell get me fired if I keep quiet about you."
"Oh, no. What's going to happen?" Marcy asked. "I can't afford to lose my job. I can't even afford to lose any pay. I have to send money to my grandmother."
"Oh, we'll try to go easy. It's your first time, isn't it?"
"Yes," Marcy said, trying to hold in the tears.
"Why don't you come home with me," Vicki said, putting her arm around the girl. "I'll give you some coffee, and you must be hungry too, after working so hard and being so worried."
They took a car to the apartment, and Marcy settled down on the couch, receptive to Vicki's warmth and endearing speeches.
"I suppose I could make things easier for you by sleeping with the man who you saw me with last night," Vicki said. "Then he wouldn't report me for not reporting you."
"You'd have to do that?" Marcy asked, astonished. "That's disgusting, that you could pay him off that way."
"Umm," Vicki said. "It's not so disgusting, it's just the way things are done around here. If I liked him, if I was attracted to him, I'd do it without a thought, but I don't. Really, I can't stand him."
"I don't want you to have to do something like that," Marcy said. "Sleeping with a man is bad enough, period. With one you don't like is unthinkable."
"Why do you say it's bad, dear?"
"I was taught about sin," Marcy said. "My grandmother told me."
"What's going to happen to your grandmother if you lose your job?"
Marcy broke out into tears. She put her half-eaten sandwich down and leaned back on the couch, sobbing.
Just then the telephone rang. It was Tom. "Vicki," he said, "get her into the bedroom. I'll just watch this time. She looks tough and I think my presence would just upset her."
"Sure, darling," Vicki said, "but I'm busy tonight. Maybe some other time. I'll call you."
"Oh, I didn't mean to be taking up your time," Marcy said when Vicki hung up the phone.
"Nonsense," Vicki said. "I'm very annoyed about this whole incident, and I'm going to figure out a way to help you that won't hurt me either. I don't know just what it will be yet, but I'll figure something out.
"Now you just go into the bedroom. Come along with me. You just he down here on my bed and get some rest."
"Thanks," Marcy said, beginning to cry again.
"Oh, you're all tense," Vicki said. "Let me get you a drink. It will help you relax, and I promise, it's off the record."
She brought a very strong drink into Marcy, well-disguised in fruit juice. "Here, honey. This will help. Maybe I can loosen up your muscles for you, too. I can see how stiff you are. I am a licensed masseuse."
As Marcy sat on the edge of the bed and sipped her drink, Vicki began to rub her shoulders, slowly, gently, helping the girl to relax, "Take off your jacket and blouse," Vicki said "It's much better that way."
Marcy did as Vicki told her, and continued to drink her drink. Soon her head began to droop and her eyes closed. She set the empty glass down on the night table.
Vicki felt her soft, smooth skin under her hands. The girl wore a simple cotton bra. The cups were large and covered her boobs well, but they couldn't hide the fullness of the breasts.
Up and down the girl's soft, smooth back Vicki ran her fingers. Her pussy began to itch and she sat on her heel, digging it into her hot crotch as she massaged Marcy's back. She looked over to the mirror and flashed a smile at Tom. She knew he was holding his prick in his hand, and she imagined it, wishing she could see it.
Deftly, Vicki unhooked Marcy's brassiere. "No point in having this in the way, is there?" she asked.
Marcy didn't object. "I guess not," she said. Vicki ran her hands along Marcy's sides, brushing against her breasts. The girl shivered.
"Lie on your stomach," Vicki said, and Marcy did, half-asleep, half-awake, rendered nearly helpless by the stiff drink Vicki had mixed for her.
Underneath all that prim and proper air, Vicki sensed a very hot little lady. She shivered as Vicki continued running her hands up and down her back. When she came to the waist, she unzipped the skirt and slipped it over her hips, along with the half slip.
"Take off your girdle and stockings, hon," Vicki said. "No need to be uncomfortable."
As Marcy obeyed, her bra straps slipped down off her shoulders and Vicki glimpsed billowing white breasts, high and full, spreading out under Marcy's arms and flopping neatly down toward the top of a prominent rib cage.
"Oh," Marcy said, trying to cover herself. Her girdle was half pulled down, just to the top of her crotch.
"Don't be shy," Vicki said. "It's just us girls." Vicki stepped over to Marcy and helped pull the girdle off, brushing against the soft fuzz of cunt hair as she rolled it over her hips. Marcy shuddered at the contact.
"Why, you're lovely," Vicki said. "Such a shame to hide you under that uniform."
Marcy lay down again on her stomach and Vicki began her ministrations. She massaged her back, shoulders, buttocks and legs, and soon, as she felt the girl relax under her, she began gently to kiss her on the neck and shoulders.
"What's happening?" Marcy mumbled.
"Just relax, dear," Vicki said reassuringly. "I won't hurt you. Don't my massages feel good?"
"Yes," Marcy had to admit, "but a little strange."
"If you're embarrassed because I'm seeing you naked, I'll let you see me too," Vicki said, stripping quickly.
Marcy turned over to have a look. "Oh," she said, feasting her eyes on Vicki's big boobs and long red cunt hair. "Oh."
"Have you ever had your breasts massaged?" Vicki asked.
"No. I didn't know there was such a thing," Marcy said.
"Lie on your back and close your eyes. You've had a bad day. I feel so guilty for having to report you that I want to make it up to you. I'll figure out a way to save you, but now I want to make up for scaring you so."
The girl turned over and Vicki began to knead the lovely, soft white breasts. The nipples sprang erect at her touch, and soon Marcy was writhing on the bed, moaning, not strong enough to resist Vicki's touch, or to be aware that it was anything other than what Vicki claimed it was.
Then Vicki began kissing her nipples and massaging the girls flat belly. Her hand trailed down to the fuzz on her woman-mound and gently pressed the love button near the top of her inviting lips.
"Oh," Marcy wiggled.
"You're so lovely," Vicki whispered. "I want to please you, want to love every part of you. Forgive me for scaring you before. I'll make you feel good, better than you've ever felt."
Vicki felt the moisture begin to drip from Marcy's pussy and she gently insinuated the tip of her pinky into the tight hole.
"This is a very special type of massage," Vicki said. "I don't do this kind for just anyone."
Slowly, firmly, Vicki rotated her finger, slipping it into the girl's tight cunt, thumbing her clit with the same hand and trickling the other hand over her breasts.
When the cunt was opened and relaxed, Vicki removed her finger and stretched out next to the girl. They kissed, deeply, passionately, and Vicki stuck her tongue into Marcy's mouth, demanding a response.
Marcy began to press herself against Vicki, to make contact with cunt against cunt, clit against clit.
Their breasts mashed together, nipple touching nipple. "This is wrong," Marcy said, "wrong."
"Did you ever have a man?" Vicki whispered.
"No," Marcy said, "never."
"I'm not a man," Vicki said. "I won't hurt you " The girls rubbed against each other, each in heaven "Would you like to touch me with your hand?" Vicki asked. "Touch my breasts, massage me like I did you."
"Yes," Marcy said, reaching out with her hand. "They're so soft."
"Now put your hand down below," Vicki instructed, and Marcy did. "Put your finger inside, like I did to you," Vicki said.
Marcy hadn't the strength to refuse. She fingered Vicki's pussy until the juices ran over and down Vicki's leg.
"Let me kiss you," Vicki said, and Marcy lifted her face to Vicki's again.
"No, not there," Vicki said. She rolled Marcy over on her back and parted her legs. She separated the cunt lips and pulled out the girl's clit with her fingers. Then she began to suck on it. Marcy let out a little scream.
Then Vicki ran her tongue along the wet little groove between Marcy's pink inner and outer lips, and finally she darted her tongue into the waiting, warm wet twat, the virgin pussy that was all hers.
She plunged her tongue deeper and deeper, swirling it, thrusting, tasting, drinking the sweet nectar that was even sweeter for its freshness.
Deeper and deeper she searched with her tongue, feeling the tough hymen with its tip, but knowing she'd be unable to break it.
"Oh," she heard Marcy say, "Oh, oh, oh. What are you doing to me, what are you doing?"
Vicki finally, reluctantly, removed her mouth from the girl's sopping pussy and sat on her leg so that her own cunt rubbed against the smooth, muscular thigh.
She placed her hand in the girl's crotch, rubbing the clit with her palm, insinuating a finger in the cunt. With her free hand she stroked her breast until she felt Marcy's pussy contract around her finger and her clit shudder against her hand.
"Yes, come, dear, come, let the waves engulf you." Marcy couldn't have stopped herself if she'd wanted to, and Vicki rocked back and forth faster and faster on Marcy's thigh, feeling the sensations rise in her own pussy and explode and run against the other girl's leg.
Finally, exhausted, they slept without a word. Vicki knew she'd think of something to tell the girl in the morning, when they woke. She waved good night to Tom, then went to sleep trying to think of how she was going to get Marcy to let him fuck her and break her cherry.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vicki's new life was like a dream. She had everything she wanted-a beautiful pad, plenty of designer clothes, total job security, sex beyond belief, and good friends. Her women friends were others of her stature, other stews to whom Tom Brown and others of his ilk had taken a liking. They supported Vicki, befriended her when necessary, provided her with companionship, sometimes with sex, and beyond all, with understanding.
Her male friends were valuable too, particularly Tom. She knew she was Tom's favorite, and she willingly shared him with her friends. Each of them had a benefactor, some of them had two or three, and all of them were treated well. Vicki sometimes thought she and Tom, if they were the settling-down types, might even marry each other, with an understanding that certain freedoms were allowed to each of them.
Vicki's flights became more and more interesting, too. When she worked in uniform, which was not as often as before, she worked first class. It was easier, and from her senior position she could assess the recruits working tourist. The entire plane, practically, was at her command, except of course for where it was going and how long it would take to get there.
There were parties in the executive clubs at the various airports, clubs that the general public scarcely knew about, maintained for the very wealthy and very well-traveled patrons of the airline.
Yes, Vicki liked her life plenty. She had come far since those high-school days. All the glamour in the world was hers for the taking.
If there was anything wrong with Vicki's life, it certainly wasn't due to lack of money, possessions, sex, friends, or interesting things to do.
But there was just one thing that made Vicki just a bit dissatisfied. It wasn't a big thing, but it was big enough that from time to time it grated on her nerves. It cropped up just every once in a while, and Vicki knew that some day she'd have to discuss it with Tom.
Every so often, Vicki missed the freedom she'd had when she was a junior stew working in tourist. She kind of liked selecting which passenger to go out with, having a whole planeful to choose from, deciding for herself which person to date, which person to fuck, although, God knew, Tom's choices were always choice. She probably would have chosen them herself. But she just once in a while felt the old desire for real freedom of choice, for a genuine independence.
It didn't happen often, only when something, or someone, stimulated her, and that someone wasn't one of Tom's associates. It was an unspoken understanding she and Tom had, about her going out on her own. She didn't do it. She didn't really have the time. If she wasn't with Tom, or some date he'd arranged, she was in the beauty shop, or in a designer's showroom, or something. Yes, she was a very busy woman, very busy indeed.
She was so occupied that she rarely felt this need, this vague feeling that sometimes arose within her, but she felt it one day when, dressed in uniform, she dashed through the busy corridors of O'Hare field a little too fast and ran smack into a tan uniform as she sped out of the employees' area.
"Oh," she said, startled. "I'm so sorry. Guess I wasn't watching where I was going." She looked up into a familiar face. It was Evan Johnson, her old roommate Betty's beau.
"Well, well, if it isn't Victoria Buzby," Evan said, smiling. "Now surely you can make time for a cup of coffee."
"I have about ten minutes," Vicki said, smiling, remembering the time they'd spent with Betty.
"Good. Just let me make a call, and I'll be able to go." Evan picked up the telephone. "Frank, take care of Flight 50, check everything out, and call me on the page if there are any problems. I'm breaking for coffee right now."
They went into one of the nearby cafeterias. "It's nice to see you, Evan," Vicki said as she walked to a table, attracting stares from the other patrons.
"Good to see you, too. I'd nearly given up on you, after you kept turning me down."
"Betty's crazy about you, Evan. She's a sweet kid and I wouldn't have wanted to hurt her."
"I guess you didn't know then," he said with a grin, "that Betty and I have broken up."
"Why, no." Vicki said. "Really?"
"True. Betty is a nice kid, but I dig a chick with a little more spirit of adventure, if you know what I mean." There was a twinkle in Evan's eye and Vicki knew very well what he meant.
"So you broke up with Betty, in search of adventure," Vicki said.
"Well, not exactly," Evan replied, "she started dating other men when I was on round-the-clock duty for a week, and she found one who was interested in dating her exclusively. She broke it off with me, actually.
"I was kind of sorry," Evan went on to say. "I was hoping to get her to swing a little, eventually. It's always a gas to turn someone like that on. I thought maybe that night with you would have been the beginning, but it wasn't."
"Too bad," Vicki said. "Have you found what you're looking for?"
"Here and there. But I've really been wanting to get together with you. I tried to find you in the book, but you're not listed. I've been trying to catch up with you for months, ever since I heard Betty got a new roommate and we broke up."
"Well, now you've found me," Vicki said.
"Yes, and when are we going to get together?" Evan asked.
"Well," Vicki said, thinking, "that presents a slight problem." The problem, actually, was more than slight. Vicki didn't know when they could get together, or even if they could get together. Her time was mostly all accounted for.
She was to see Tom tonight, and tomorrow night he'd probably have something planned for her, the night after that she'd most likely be in San Francisco, and after that, well, who knew.
"Let me have your telephone number, Evan," Vicki finally said. "I don't know just what my schedule is, but I'll call you."
Vicki stood up to leave.
"I hope you mean that, Vicki. I know you're my kind of girl. We could really have a good time together. I have a few things at my place that might surprise you. And if not surprise you, then please you. Things Betty never dug much."
"Sounds exciting," Vicki said, telling him the truth. "I hope I can make it soon."
"Why don't you give me your phone number."
"Oh, Evan, I can't just now."
"Can't? What do you mean, can't?"
"Please don't question me, Evan," Vicki said. "I'll call you if I can."
"What's happening, Vicki? Are you under contract to the big wigs or something?"
Vicki didn't answer directly. "I have to go now, Evan, really, I'm late."
"Just answer me," Evan said, grabbing her arm. "Are you?"
"Well, you might say I've been promoted," Vicki finally answered.
"Oh, Vicki, that's the life, isn't it?"
"Well, except for when I want to accept a date with someone outside the circle, like you."
"Yes, I know the problem," Evan said. "But I'm not as out of the inner circle as you think. Tom Brown knows me, you ask him about me."
"Okay, I will," Vicki said.
She had been meaning to talk to Tom about this very problem anyway: what they could do about letting her operate on her own every once in a while.
Vicki and Evan said good-bye. Vicki hurried home to shower and dress. She and Tom and another couple from the company were taking a California dress designer and three of his friends to dinner and the theatre.
They were all men, coarse and crude, formerly of the New York garment district. They liked to drink and laugh and have girls.
After dinner, it was up to Vicki and Gloria to entertain them at their hotel. To Vicki's great delight, all four men were too drunk to get good hard-ons, so Vicki and Gloria performed for them. The men hardly believed their eyes. They'd been worried when they discovered there wouldn't be a girl for each of them, but the stews assured them they'd be satisfied.
As Vicki and Gloria kissed each other's tits and rubbed each other's pussies, they glanced out of the corners of their eyes, making sure the men were really enjoying what they saw.
"Why don't you fellows just jerk off a little before we start the real action," Gloria suggested. "We know how it is when you drink too much. People do it all the time. And those were real stiff drinks they served."
As soon as the men saw that the girls weren't putting them down, they relaxed. "Turn on some lights," one of them said, "I really want to see those girls."
The lights went on and Vicki spread her legs wide apart, helping Gloria shove her fingers deep inside.
"Oh, Gloria, that feels so good;" Vicki said, smiling at her audience. "Let me do that to you."
Vicki reached into Gloria's hot cunt and felt its wetness. Both girls were enjoying themselves, but as much for the show as for real. It started out as a put-on, but as the men became more and more aroused, so did Vicki and Gloria.
They took their hands out of each other's twats and went over to the men who had aroused themselves a little by now. Two by two, they unzipped flies and took out cocks.
Gloria and Vicki each took a pair of men and began to suck their pricks, first one then the other, stroking the one that wasn't getting licked.
The men looked at each other, a bit embarrassed to be in each other's company.
"Don't be embarrassed," Vicki said. "We love two at a time, don't we, Gloria?"
"We sure do. Two at a time is the best way. And two couples, or rather two trios, is even better, because Vicki and I like to watch each other being fucked in the pussy and in the ass at the same time. After we lick each other's cunts and finger each other a lot that's what we like best, isn't it?"
"We sure do," Vicki replied, noticing that Gloria's dirty language was turning the men on. "I love to dig into Gloria's cunt with my tongue and taste her sweet hot pussy."
The cocks in their hands were getting harder and harder now, and soon they would be all ready to fuck. Gloria and Vicki turned from the men to each other, sixty-nining for them to watch.
Two probing, pointed tongues circling two hot wet cunts, chinking down the hot juices pouring out, tickling two pink clits, throbbing with excitement.
The men came over and separated them. Gloria and Vicki were experts at this, and they showed the men how to do it. Each girl -laid one man down on the bed on his back.
Vicki and Gloria climbed astride, guiding prick into cunt. Their well-rounded, soft, smooth white asses stuck into the air as Gloria and Vicki leaned forward over the men whose dicks were in their pussies. Their tits touched the men's chests, and the girls moved up and down, up and down, squeezing the cocks with their pussies with each stroke.
The other men knelt on the bed, behind the girls, straddling the legs of the other men.
Their pricks were pointed directly at the two hopeful, waiting, open assholes of Vicki and Gloria. "It's your job to get in," Vicki said playfully. "I can't see you from here."
Then asses were wet from the dribbling of their own cunt juices. Vicki felt her cheeks being spread apart, and a hard, throbbing prick shoved against her gate.
She wiggled against it and soon her gate opened a little, just a crack, before it grabbed down on the head of the prick trying to get in.
"I've always wanted to do this," the man behind Vicki said, "and I never have."
"Me too," said the man fucking Gloria in the ass.
Vicki let him enter slowly, capturing him at every quarter of an inch, squeezing her sphincters tight against him.
"Jesus," he said, "Jesus."
"You ought to feel her from this end," said the man Vicki sat on. "I never felt a cunt so tight."
Grunts and groans of assent and delight came from Gloria's two men. They were bouncing wildly on the bed now, and Vicki and her partners rolled with the motion.
The man in her ass couldn't contain himself much longer. He felt his come welling up in his balls, and. as Vicki pressed down hard on his prick he had no choice but to spill his spunk deep into her.
She felt him coming and squeezed her cunt around the prick deep inside it, wanting to feel their wetness, their moist hot pricks coming at the same instant into her holes.
Their release set off her own, and soon she was yelling with them, "Yes, come, come in me, give me more," and her clit throbbed wildly against the groin below her as his semen poured up into her twat.
She bounced, her tits flopping against him, grinding herself against him as their juices mingled and began to leak out of her.
The three people on the bed next to them were still, lounging in the delights of their own completed ecstasy and enjoying the last seconds of what was happening next to them.
"Boy, you girls are really something," the designer said after they'd rested a bit. "What do we owe you?"
That was what Vicki never liked from this crowd, this ex- garment center group. So coarse.
She and Gloria dressed and smiled. "It's on the house, boys. Have a good trip back." They left quickly and shared a cab to their apartment building. They kissed good night and parted at the elevator, going their separate ways to their separate apartments. Tom was waiting for her when she got in. "I'm sorry about those guys, Vicki," he said. "Thank heavens that doesn't happen very often."
"Oh, it wasn't all so bad," Vicki smiled. "Gloria and I had a nice taste of each other, and we each got it in the pussy and ass at the same time. They offered us money, though."
"I'm not surprised," Tom said. "I'm glad you had fun." He kissed her, long and passionately. "You're the tops, baby. You're the greatest."
Tom had coffee waiting, and he'd been to the bakery to pick up a strawberry-cream cake, Vicki's favorite.
Vicki saw the cake sitting on the table. Before she cut herself a piece, before she even had a sip of her coffee, she reached her arms around Tom, who was standing in front of her, and unzipped his pants.
She pulled out his cock, which got hard as soon as she touched it. "Hey," he said, pleased, "I thought you'd had it, for tonight at least."
"More or less," she said. She grabbed his cock and pulled him toward the table where the cake was. She moved the cake over to the edge of the table, and guided his cock into the soft pastry.
Then she began to lick, lick her very favorite dessert off his prick. Every time his prick came clean, she again plunged it into the cake, licking, sucking, expertly bringing him to the brink of orgasm, running her tongue around his stiff glans and licking the cream off the shaft, squeezing his balls, feeling them shudder, knowing just when he would shoot off, tasting him together with the strawberry cream, not being able to tell which was him, which was his come and which was the melting whipped cream.
Tom placed his hands on her shiny red hair and held her still as he finished squirting his juice into her mouth. Then she let go of his cock and licked her lips deliciously, glowing with pleasure.
"I came too," she whispered. "Just from eating you and the cake," she told him.
"I thought you would," he said, familiar with her new-found ability to come without direct stimulation. They'd discovered it together a few months ago when Vicki had licked strawberry ice cream off his prick.
"It must be the flavor of strawberries," she now decided. She attacked the remains of the cake with a fork. Tom watched her eat. He loved to see her eat. She ate just like she fucked, with great gusto and tremendous pleasure, savoring every bite.
"Tom," she said between bites, "I have a problem."
"What's that, honey?"
"Tom, you know I'm crazy about you, and about my job, and about most of the people I meet, although tonight's weren't the best.""
"Yes, what's wrong, Vicki?"
"Well, Tom, sometimes I yearn just a little bit for the good old days. Oh, not the whole thing of the good old days. Just a little bit. Like the part where if I want to accept a date, I can every so often.
"I guess I'd like to be able to have just a little time of my own, is what I'm saying," Vicki blurted out. "Maybe just a couple of days a month, to do what I want, see who I want, without being held accountable Is it possible?"
"Who do you have in mind?" Tom asked.
"Evan Johnson asked me for a date today," Vicki said, "and I realized I couldn't even make an appointment with him. I kind of like him, would sort of like to go out with him. And sometimes I see people on flights I'm attracted to, and who ask me out, and I have to say no when I'd like to say yes.
"Oh, it doesn't happen very often, and it's not all that important, but I'd just like to be able to say yes when I want to."
"It's very important," Tom said, "or you wouldn't be bringing it up. Have I been working you too hard?"
"Oh, no, Tom, not at all."
"Vicki, there's nothing worse than an unhappy woman. I don't want to lose you to an outsider, and the outside can look awfully good if you want it and can't have it.
"How about I give you two nights a month off, maybe two days in a row. You don't have to answer to me or anyone else. In addition, when something comes up for you, you let me know. If I can substitute another girl for you, I will. The more in advance you can tell me, the better."
"Oh, Tom, you mean it?"
"Sure, honey. I just hope it's not dates with me you cancel out on."
"Oh, Tom, it won't be.. If I was the settling type, it's you I'd want."
"Me too, Vicki," he said. "Aren't we lucky we both have the kind of life where we can enjoy each other without being all tied up? You know I'll take care of you."
"Well, when can I make a date with Evan? I don't even know my schedule."
"Take tomorrow night, or the next night, whatever's good for him. You'll have a good time. He's a photographer, I hear, and a good one, so the stories go."
"Photographer?"
"Yes. Has pictures of naked girls all over his apartment. Makes movies too."
"Movies?"
"Has a whole collection of dirty flicks. How do you know him, anyway?"
"He used to date my roommate." Vicki told Tom the story of the three of them in bed.
"He'll probably want to take some pictures of you," Tom said. "It's okay with me if it's okay with you. He'll show them around, probably, but not to anyone you have to worry about. Evan's quite a guy. I was thinking of having him come to work for me."
"What would you use him for?" Vicki asked.
"Well, some of our women passengers need servicing, so I can always use another stud. And some ladies I know would be very flattered at having their pictures taken, you know, good-taste pictures, a la Playboy or something."
"Doesn't sound like a bad idea," Vicki said.
"Well, I'll have to think it over," Tom said, "and I don't know how eager he'd be. I think he gets enough action on his own, but maybe we can work out some type of free-lance agreement.
"Anyway," Tom said, "he's an okay fellow, Evan is. You call him up and tell him you'd like to see him. I bet you'll have a terrific time, and I hope you'll tell me all about it when you get home. Maybe you'll even show me the pictures, if you decide to let him take any."
Vicki smiled. She was pleased that her problem had been solved so easily. She really was crazy about Tom, and his generosity was one of the reasons. She couldn't imagine not wanting to share anything with him. "I think I'll let him take pictures just so I can show them to you," she said.
"I'm going to leave you to your beauty sleep now," Tom told her. "See you soon." They kissed good-bye. Vicki settled down to sleep in the second bedroom, the one without the mirror, the one she used when she wasn't working, when she wanted to be alone. She knew all the girls didn't have second, private bedrooms, but then all the airline executives weren't as nice as Tom.
The next morning she called Evan Johnson. "I'm free tonight," she told him, "and I'd love to go out with you."
"Fantastic," Evan said. "I'm on my way to work now, but I'm off at four. Let's go out to the country for a picnic. I know a terrific spot, where they have a great inn. We can either eat there or have them pack something for us."
"Sounds lovely," Vicki said.
She began to think about what she'd wear, and picked out some lime-green short shorts, a matching skirt that was open in front, a halter top that showed most of her boobs, and a jacket to cover herself.
Just as Vicki was deciding what to do with herself until later in the afternoon, Helen called, saying she had two tickets to a big charity fashion show and luncheon at Fields, and would Vicki like to go and look over the society ladies.
"Sounds great," Vicki said.
The afternoon passed quickly. Vicki always had so much fun when she went out with Helen, who looked so sweet but who always managed to do something shocking in public. Like talk dirty loud enough to be overheard by dowagers, which is just what happened during the fashion show.
When it was over, Vicki and Helen giggled as they heard the rich old ladies expressing indignation at the language of the two stews, who of course looked more like wealthy, snooty women than like stews.
They ran to their car, which Helen had ordered to be waiting, and were taken swiftly home before rush hour began on the Outer Drive.
"Gotta dash," Vicki said. "I have a date in twenty minutes."
"So long, honey," Helen said. "Have fun."
Oh, I will, Vicki thought to herself. The prospect of Evan turned her on, and her panties were wet when she took them off to get in the shower.
It would be really nice to be with Evan again. Actually, it would be the first time, since he'd only fucked Betty that other night.
And all of Vicki's exhibitionistic tendencies were on high today. She knew Evan liked to watch her jerk off, and she liked to be watched. Maybe he'd take pictures of her doing that. My God-pictures, a camera. She hoped he'd want to use them tonight.
She'd always wanted to have someone take sexy pictures of her, always wanted to pose for one of those magazines. Of course, she'd always been afraid because her father and other people she knew looked through them from time to time. Probably more often than I think, she told herself.
She was ready when Evan rang her bell.
"You look lovely," he said, taking her arm and escorting her to his car.
They drove about an hour out of the northern suburbs and Evan pulled up in front of a large, sprawling inn. It was old and well-kept, set in a little valley, surrounded by lush green trees and a lawn.
"It's out of a movie," Vicki said.
"Out of this world," Evan replied.
"Is this the United States?" Vicki asked. "I don't remember flying over the ocean recently."
"The owner is French," Evan said. "And can he ever cook. Let's go in now and look over the menu.
Then we can walk around the grounds here for a while while he prepares our meal."
They went inside and Evan introduced Vicki to Mr. LeBeau and his wife. They ordered chicken, to be prepared any way the chef pleased.
Then they headed out to explore. Evan asked, "Would you mind if I took some pictures of you out in the woods? I have my camera in the trunk."
"Not at all. I hear you're quite a shutterbug."
"Oh, so the word's out, huh?"
"More or less," Vicki replied.
They tramped through the grass behind the inn, up a big, rocky hill, through some low-hanging trees, and finally emerged in a small clearing. The lovely blue of the sky was visible through the treetops. It was streaked with orange and red and yellow and pink, Sunset.
"Why don't you sit on that rock," Evan suggested.
Vicki posed while Evan snapped away with a motorized camera. He was calling out instructions fast, and Vicki followed his directions like a professional model.
"Now take the jacket off," he said, and she slipped it over her shoulders. "Wow, that's some outfit," he continued, seeing her halter top. "It barely covers you. That's real nice, real nice. Now smile. Make it real wicked. Think about that time in your apartment, with Betty. Oh, that's good, that's beautiful."
His voice was composed, calm, cool and deep. It was sexy, and Vicki felt the dampness spill from her pussy into her panties. She'd decided to wear them at the last moment, when she discovered she had a pair of lace bikinis the same color as the rest of her clothes.
"What's under the skirt?" Evan asked, letting the camera drop around his neck and approaching her. He pulled the front of her skirt open and saw the shorts underneath.
"Take it off," he said, backing up and snapping away again. "Do it nice and slow. Tease me a little."
Vicki did just what he wanted, perhaps a little more. Finally she dropped the skirt to the ground and stood in just her shorts and halter.
The shorts were very brief and hugged her ass tightly, the material creeping up her crack and the flesh of her buttocks peeking out of die skimpy legs.
"How about lying down here?" Evan asked, pointing to a soft spot on the lawn. He climbed up on a rock and began shooting her from above.
"Pretend I'm not here, baby," he said. "Just feel yourself up a little bit, like you're all alone and horny," he told her.
Vicki began to caress her breasts as Evan kept taking pictures. She could see he was getting excited now, could see a bulge beginning to rise in his pants, but he continued to play cool.
"Oh, that's real nice, real fine." Evan came over to her. "Here, let me fix you a little." He pulled the halter over to one side and her boob popped out. "What a superb body you have," he said, placing his hand on her tit and rubbing it. His hand felt rough and masculine. It was a large hand, nearly large enough to encompass her whole breast. Vicki liked the way his hand felt on her. Sure, steady, experienced.
"Let's make your nipple real hard," he whispered, bending down and taking it in his mouth. His tongue circled around it and his lips sucked hard. He flicked his tongue back and forth across her nipple and finally, he took his mouth away and pinched it between his fingers, pulling, drawing the already long nipple out even longer.
Vicki stared at herself, not believing that was really her breast. Never had her nipples been so pointed, so erotic.
"Hold it between your fingers," Evan said, picking up the camera again.
He clicked away for a while, then asked Vicki to remove the halter entirely.
She did as he asked, and he took pictures of her in a variety of poses, all feeling her breasts. Sometimes she squeezed them together, making them look even larger than they were. Then Evan had her he on her stomach and push up on her arms so her boobs dangled on the lawn, her tits kissing the grass.
Every time Vicki touched herself, every time she heard the camera click, she got hotter and hotter. Her face became flushed and Evan noticed her mounting excitement.
"Now just forget I'm here," he said in a seductive voice. "Just play with yourself. Just like you would if you were alone. Pull down your shorts, take off your panties and let the camera-see what you do to that luscious furry pussy you have."
Vicki closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her own lust. She stripped quickly and dug into her cunt. She heard Evan open his camera bag and then she heard a different noise than the motor of his other camera.
She glanced at him briefly. He'd switched to a movie camera and was now taking motion pictures of her jerking herself off. "I've got something for you," he said. She opened her eyes a bit and saw a gigantic dildo. "Let me take some pictures of you using this," he said. "Then you'll get a real one, after that."
Vicki took the dildo and jammed it into her pussy, in and out, in and out; it made slapping noises, ramming through her wetness into the depths of her hole.
Evan was close to her with the camera now, bent down on his knees, aiming the lens straight at her open, gaping cunt "Is it color?" she asked breathlessly.
"You bet," he said. "Oh, that's good, real fine, Vicki, you look beautiful. Your pussy is nice and red and wet, and it looks so good that I can't wait a minute longer."
Vicki kept fucking herself with the dildo while Evan set the camera up on a tripod about ten feet away, looking into it and making sure it was in focus.
He left it running while he quickly took off his clothes and joined Vicki on her spot on the lawn.
"Is the camera running?" she asked.
"Sure is. Ever have pictures of yourself fucking?" he asked.
"No."
"Well, I think you'll like it. I think you are liking it, from all signs," he said, taking the dildo out of her pussy and putting his finger in instead. "Oh, you feel so nice and tight and wet."
Vicki took his long, hard, prick in her hand. "That dildo felt good," she said, "but the real thing is always best. It's warm and alive."
She went down on his dick, licking and sucking, exaggerating her movements for the benefit of the camera, looking at it and smiling every so often as she continued administering to the throbbing cock that was waiting, impatiently now, to enter her.
His fingers sent shivers up into her cunt as they wiggled in and out, flicking against her long pink clit with each stroke.
Evan sat up perpendicular to the camera and pulled Vicki up on his lap, facing him. Together they guided his eager cock into her waiting hole.
Vicki's boobs bounced against his shoulders as she began her movements. Evan lifted her ass off the ground as he rose to meet her.
With one hand he braced himself on the lawn while he put the other hand in her crotch, tickling her clit as they fucked.
The hand brushing against her pink bud, the camera grinding away, the setting sun, the air cool now, and rustling of the leaves, all these, plus Evan's huge, hard rod in her sent Vicki over the brink.
"Oh, Evan, you're making me come. I can't stop, can't help myself, can't stop. Oh, Evan, yes, now, come with me, I want to feel you coming with me."
Evan thrust up into her and felt her pussy lock onto his rod. She pulled his juices up from his balls and he exploded in her. "Jesus, Vicki," he said, "you're making me come too. Yes, now, I'm right with you, baby. Oh, this will be a night to remember."
They dressed leisurely after a few minutes of rest. Evan packed up his gear.
"When can I see all this?" Vicki asked.
"Soon. Real soon," he promised.
"You won't show this to anyone?" she asked, suddenly aware of what she'd done.
"Not without your okay," Evan told her. "I'm true to my word. You can ask anyone."
They walked back down to the inn and Evan put the gear back in the trunk.
Mr. LeBeau showed them to their table, a lovely table by a window overlooking a small pond inhabited by ducks and swans.
"You had a nice walk, yes?" he asked.
"Very nice, thank you," Evan said. "Would you like to choose a wine for us?"
"Certainly," the innkeeper said. He returned with a bottle of white wine from his cellar, as well as a relish tray and a loaf of freshly baked, hot bread with sweet whipped butter.
Vicki suddenly realized how hungry she was. She began to feast on the bread and she and Evan rubbed knees under the table.
"The food here is really something," Evan said. "But I hope you enjoyed the first course."
"It was quite marvelous," Vicki said. "Do you always take pictures?"
"No. Just when a girl really turns me on, and when I know she'll let the camera turn her on. Betty never wanted me to take pictures of her. I tried once, and she was so uptight she couldn't even fuck. That camera just dried her pussy all up. I was pretty sure that wouldn't happen to you."
"Who develops your film?" Vicki asked.
"I do. Ill give you a copy of everything," Evan said. "Even a print of the film, if you want it. Then some night, I call you up and we can make love over the phone, while I look at your pictures at my pad, and you look at them at yours."
Vicki felt the old tingle in her groin again. But she pushed it aside to enjoy her meal. There'd be more time for sex after dinner, she thought.
She was right.
CHAPTER NINE
"Hello, baby," Tom's voice said as Vicki sleepily picked up her phone.
"What's up?" she asked, knowing Tom wouldn't call so early without a good reason. She shook herself awake quickly.
"A charter flight that promises to be fun," he told her. "Call dispatch and tell them to replace you on your regular flight this afternoon. I'll pick you up in half an hour. We have to go to Midway."
"Right." Vicki hung up and headed for the shower. What was in store for her today, she wondered. Tom had promised fun, and he usually made good on his promises.
Vicki hoped it would be as fantastic as the last charter flight they'd had out of Midway: a group of college students bound for Denver to ski over their college vacation.
Time certainly flies, Vicki thought. And so do I. She chuckled at her little joke. Summer had passed so quickly, and normally, Vicki would have been disappointed to see fall go by and winter come.
But the changing seasons didn't bother her much since she'd become a stew. She spent plenty of time in California, and had opportunity enough to wear skimpy summer clothing and enjoy the sun.
Yes, this flight today would have to be something to top the Denver trip two weeks ago. Vicki had decided to take a week off herself and remain in Colorado. She learned to ski a little better, and all in all she really had herself quite a time.
It was the six fraternity brothers who'd made the trip for her. The ski instructors-no, nor the ski bums. Not this trip. It was the six brothers from Northwestern who'd really turned her on.
Three of them were juniors and the other three were pledges... freshmen, young and innocent until they met Vicki.
Actually, the three older boys had decided that the pledges would be initiated on this trip, and Vicki had been more than willing to fill the bill.
It had been a real gang bang, and Vicki had loved every second of it, every fuck, every cock. Fred, Pete and Roger, the three twenty-year-olds who thought they were experienced; and Jeff, Artie and Glenn, the eighteen- and nineteen-year-olds who'd never fucked before.
The little guys and the big guys, Vicki had nicknamed them, although that only had to do with age and experience, not with the size of them.
They all had gathered in the suite Vicki had taken for herself... in the bedroom with the fireplace. During the day they'd all skied together, and they'd taught Vicki a few things on the slopes. Artie was really an expert skier and the others weren't bad either.
Then they had dinner in the dining room and after that, Roger suggested a little nightcap to celebrate Vicki's new skiing skills. They went back to Vicki's suite, since it was the largest room, lit a fire and began talking.
Before long it came out that the three pledges were technical virgins. They were all shy boys, and Vicki found that appealing. The three big guys had started feeling Vicki up, and Vicki couldn't resist feeling back.
The three big guys slowly stripped her, and the three little guys got hot right away. They'd never seen anyone screw, except in stag flicks shown around the frat house.
"Well, you're not only going to see it," Vicki promised, "you're going to do it too."
"But not before me," Fred said, with Pete and Roger chiming in.
So Vicki opened her legs wide and promised a special prize to the one who came in the fewest number of strokes. The little guys counted out loud with Vicki as the three others screwed her. She loved feeling each cock in her pussy and she grasped hard with her cunt muscles, showing no mercy to any of them.
Not one got past six strokes. That was Pete.
"Now in just a minute you'll get your turns," Vicki said to the little guys. "I've got to give Pete a special treat." She grabbed his limp prick and rubbed it hard again. Then she put it in her mouth and slurped on it, caressing his balls at the same time. She sucked hard and long, swirling her tongue around his head while she moved her lips hard up and down on his shaft until he came in her mouth.
Stepping into the warm shower, Vicki continued to remember the scene. It was getting her hot, this memory, and she began to soap herself, running her hands over the slippery boobs, flicking her nipples erect, feeling her cunt begin to twitch.
It was the little guys' turn after that, after she swallowed down Pete's come and licked the traces of it off her lips.
She took them one by one, let them feel her pussy inside and out with their fingers, gave them tastes of her boobs, rubbed their cocks and licked each one, not letting them come as they got more and more excited.
She picked Artie to fuck her first, felt his hot prick gliding into her slippery pussy. She didn't bear down on him, but he didn't last long, this virgin who was so excited he could barely stay hard. Glenn she sucked off, because he told her that was his wildest fantasy, and then she helped Jeff slide his prick into her pussy.
After those first fucks the real fun began because each guy had at least one more fuck in him, and they began to get inventive, putting their pricks into every hole she had-her ass, her pussy, her mouth, the space between her pendulous breasts, even her ears got rubbed with eager, hot hard pricks.
They all collapsed on the fur rug in front of the blazing fire and slept fitfully, on and off, first one guy waking up and giving it to her, then another, until Vicki couldn't keep them straight anymore and didn't even care to.
All she knew was that there were six eager pricks, all big and hard and exciting, and she could use them any way she wanted to. And there was her pussy, wet and hot and waiting and inviting, and getting everything, time after time after time.
Vicki leaned back against the wall of the shower stall and closed her eyes. The memory of that night was enough to make her scream with desire.
She ran her hands along her naked, wet soapy body, combing her fingers through her long silky red pussy hair. She parted her pussy lips and slipped a finger inside her cunt. She felt her cunt walls clamp down on her finger. In and out, in and out she moved her finger, finally shoving another one in, then another, until the thickness resembled that of a nice hard prick.
With her other hand she massaged first one gigantic boob and then the other as the water beat down on her, the shower just grazing her elongated, erect, throbbing clit.
She fucked herself fast and furiously, thinking about that night in Denver, imagining herself licking all the cocks to orgasm, first one, then another, then another, until all six of them had shot their hot juice into her warm mouth.
Oh, God, it was good, real good, she thought, pumping her fingers until her cunt tightened and convulsed. Her knees buckled and she grabbed the ring on the soap container to keep from falling.
She didn't want to leave the shower. She wanted to masturbate over and over, feeling her warm insides, squeezing her firm big tits, but she finally turned off the shower.
"I've got to call the dispatcher," she said to herself, toweling off quickly. And she suspected quite strongly that this wasn't the last or only sex there would be today.
Vicki put on her uniform, threw a few things into her suitcase and headed for the elevator. When she got to the lobby she was happy to see her friend Gloria standing by the door.
"Hi, honey," Gloria said, giving Vicki a friendly kiss on the lips.
"Hello," Vicki replied, assessing the tall doe-eyed stew. "You're not waiting for Tom, by any chance?"
"Yes. Working a charter from Midway. Are you going too?"
"Um hum."
"Good," Gloria said. "I haven't seen enough of you lately."
"I feel the same way," Vicki said. She honesty and truly liked Gloria, both her personality and body. They hadn't been teamed up on a flight for several months, and their schedules hadn't coincided lately either, so their off-hours didn't match.
Vicki loved Gloria's olive skin, her statuesque figure, and large luscious boobs. She had a fantastic thick black patch of cunt hair, and Vicki loved to sink her fingers into it. Perhaps on this trip she and Gloria would get a chance to fuck and eat each other's pussies. At least Vicki hoped so, and Gloria felt the same way.
"Hello, girls." Tom stuck his head out the window of the limousine.
The girls joined him in the back while the driver put their luggage in the trunk. They flanked Tom on the way to the airport, each resting a hand on his leg during the trip, and occasionally trickling their fingers up and up to his thigh, and beyond, giving his prick a friendly squeeze while they rubbed their boobs against his arms.
"Later, later, girls, save it for later," Tom said with a twinkle in his eye. "There'll be plenty of time for it all later."
"Tell us," Gloria pleaded.
"Yes, do," Vicki said.
"Now you wouldn't want me to spoil the surprise, would you?" Tom asked.
Try as they might, Gloria and Vicki couldn't get Tom to tell them one single thing about the group that had chartered the plane. "It's going to L.A.," is all he would say.
They arrived at the airport and went to the preflight room, where they met the crew. Captain Harris was the head. Vicki had seen him from time to time at one party or another that Tom had given, but she'd never flown with him.
"He's great," Gloria told her, "and so is his crew. They're always lots of fun, real clowns, and good in bed. They never force you, but they're always ready, when they don't go home to their families. They don't fuck around on flights much, but afterwards, if you don't have another date-watch out."
After a briefing from Tom, during which he merely said to keep the service good and the safety up to standards, they went into the passenger lounge. "Let the passengers throw the cues to behavior," Tom said as they walked through the airport. "You're going to enjoy this flight."
"I wonder what he means," Gloria whispered to Vicki, a knowing smile on her face.
"Who knows?" Vicki responded. "Maybe we'll all get naked and dance in the aisles or something."
"Well, whatever, it's bound to be wild. Whenever Tom isn't specific, it's wild, all right."
"You can say that again," Vicki said as the girls got to the boarding gate.
There were about fifty people in the lounge, waiting to get on the plane. They had already been checked in, and Tom introduced Vicki and Gloria to Lars Jensen, a tall blond Scandinavian with a craggy masculine face and deep green eyes.
"It's nice to meet you," he said, looking appreciatively at the two stews.
"The feeling is mutual," Vicki said, taking in his qualities in a single glance. She saw Gloria doing the same.
Vicki and Gloria looked around the lounge. It was filled with young attractive people, men and women, all well-built. "No losers here," Gloria remarked to Vicki.
"You're right. I wonder who they are."
"I guess we'll find out soon enough," Gloria answered.
"So you will, my dears, so you will," Tom said, overhearing. "Now get your sweet asses on board and check out the cabin."
Vicki and Gloria did as instructed, and a few minutes later the passengers boarded. Vicki and Gloria stood by the door and smiled as they welcomed each individual.
The speech through the loudspeaker was made by Tom, which was a bit unusual. "As soon as we're airborne," he said, "you'll be able to make yourselves comfortable while our lovely hostesses serve you. There will also be a movie for your entertainment."
"Why did Tom make the announcement?" Vicki asked.
"I don't know. I think something's fishy here, and he just hasn't told us about it."
Gloria and Vicki checked out the food supply and attended to their other pretakeoff duties before the plane taxied to the runway. They sat down in a back seat just as the plane began to take off.
In a few seconds they were in the air, and Vicki and Gloria headed for the galley to get the liquor.
Vicki set up her cart and as she wheeled it out into the aisle, she saw Tom talking to Lars. "Why don't you and your friends get comfortable," Tom was saying. "Our hostesses will join you, and so will I and the rest of the crew."
"Thanks, Tom," said Lars. "We've never done it in a plane before. Should be lots of fun."
"Good," Tom said. "I think it will be fun, too. And I've got some really super movies. Also, I have a photographer on board."
"Now I am confused," Vicki broke into the conversation.
"You won't be for long," Lars said. "Excuse me while I tell my friends that they can feel free here."
' Vicki saw Lars walk toward the back of the cabin, talking to most of the passengers as he strode along. Before Vicki could blink twice, she saw everyone get out of his or her seat and begin to take off all their clothing.
Gloria came out to help Vicki serve the drinks, and her eyes opened wide. "What's all this?" she asked.
"This is a nudist colony," Tom said. "I thought I'd save the best part of the trip for after we'd started. Twin Oakes Nudist Colony, going to California for the better part of the winter. They swing, sing, and otherwise have a good time, and I'm sure they'd like us to join them. How about taking off your clothes, girls?"
"Sounds like fun," Vicki said.
"I've never been a topless waitress before," Gloria said.
"Well, it's topless and bottomless today," Tom said, removing his tie. "For all of us."
"What kind of movies are there?" Vicki asked.
"Dirty, real dirty," Tom said. "Get those drinks rolling as soon as you get your clothes off. Then we'll have a few movies and fucks, and then eat."
Gloria and Vicki went back into the galley and stripped, feeling each other up a little in the process.
"I was hoping we could spend the night together," Vicki said, "I didn't expect to enjoy your body quite so soon."
"Oh, Vicki," Gloria said, "it's been so long. Just let me run my fingers through your pussy hair a minute."
Shivers went down Vicki's back as Gloria's long, tapered fingers brushed against her throbbing clit. "Not now," she whispered. "We have work to do."
As they came back into the cabin they noticed that everyone was naked. "Who said total nudity isn't sexy?" Vicki asked Tom as she began to serve the drinks.
"They were wrong, weren't they?" Tom said.
The passengers began to cluster around the drink cart. They were all familiar and easy with each other, and they kissed and touched openly. Most of the men had at least partial erections.
"I thought nudists weren't interested in sex," Vicki said, staring at Lars' long hard cock.
"You heard wrong," he said, putting an arm around her and drawing her to him. His prick rubbed against her flat belly and she felt her pussy tingle. Lars lifted her up in his strong arms and lowered her onto his cock. It slipped easily inside her wet cunt.
"Umm, that feels good," she said, noticing that everyone was doing similar things. "Do you do this standing up all the time?"
"Sure, it keeps my arm muscles in shape. Not to mention other muscles."
Lars held Vicki tight around her waist and lifted her up and down a bit on his prick. Her boobs rubbed against his chest, which was covered with golden hair.
"Do you like women as well as you like men?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," Vicki said.
"Good," said Lars. "Later I'll introduce you to my wife. She's, over there, with Tom."
Vicki glanced around the cabin. She saw Tom standing in a corner. Kneeling in front of him was a woman with a glorious ass and smooth back. Her hair was shining yellow. But Vicki couldn't see her face. She was obviously blowing Tom, and he looked as though he were enjoying it.
"I'd like that," Vicki said to Lars.
Soon a couple came over to them. The man began to caress Vicki's breasts and the woman reached around under Lars' ass and rubbed his balls. Lars gently lifted Vicki off his prick and set her on the ground.
He turned his attention toward the other woman, and the other man began to rub Vicki's pussy. Vicki enjoyed the sensations while she looked around, straining to see just what was going on. She watched Tom being finished off by Lars' wife.
Then Tom separated Gloria from another couple and whispered to her. After that he came over to Vicki and told her that Gloria would handle the drinks while Vicki went on the flight deck and told the crew to come out nude.
"I have Evan Johnson on board too," Tom told Vicki. "I got him at the last minute to take some home movies of the scene here. He's probably ready by now, so have him come on out too."
Vicki went to the flight deck and the men all stared at her. "What's going on?" Harris asked.
"A swinging nudist colony," Vicki explained, looking at Evan. "You all have to get undressed so they won't feel uncomfortable. Then come out and say hello."
"What a flight," Captain Harris said. "Tom always pulls such surprises."
"So that's why he told me to bring my cameras," Evan said, beginning to strip. "It will be a pleasure."
Evan got naked and he and Vicki went into the cabin together. "The captain will be out momentarily," she told the passengers. "Meanwhile, Mr. Johnson, our photographer, will gladly take stills or motion pictures."
Evan got a hard-on as soon as he put his eyes to the lens. Vicki smiled, remembering their photographic session, as well as a few of their subsequent dates, during which they'd both gotten off looking at the photos, as well as taking more.
Evan had even let Vicki take pictures of him, and Vicki liked being at both ends of the lens equally well. Evan was a good model.
But this was no time to get lost in fantasy. The reality of what was happening was just plenty for her. She felt a man's arms around her, feeling her boobs, and she turned around. It was Lars again.
"Tom tells me you and Gloria like to make it together," he said.
"He tells the truth," Vicki replied.
"How about you posing with her for some pictures?"
Gloria came over and the two girls began to squeeze each other's tits. Then Evan began to click away. "Now touch each other's pussies," Lars said, and Gloria and Vicki reached for each other's cunts.
"Let me see you put your finger deep inside her," Lars said to Vicki. Gloria sat down in an empty seat and spread her legs. Vicki sat on the floor facing her and reached up into the open pussy.
Evan kept clicking away.
"Oh, this is too much," Lars said, standing close to Gloria, who opened her mouth when she saw his hard cock close by. Lars put his prick into Gloria's waiting mouth, and Gloria began to lap it, slurping noisily.
"How about eating her?" Lars suggested to Vicki, who immediately put her head between Gloria's open legs. She stuck out her tongue and rimmed Gloria's pussy, licking between the lips first, then nibbling on her clit.
Gloria began bouncing wildly on the seat, and her tongue moved faster and faster over Lars' huge prick. Vicki dipped her tongue in and out of Gloria's pussy, licking up the cunt juice as fast as it spilled out of the lovely brunette's bushy twat.
She felt Gloria's cunt muscles tighten around her tongue as the juice came even sweeter when the convulsions started. She swirled her tongue around and around while Gloria came and clamped her hands down on Vicki's head, a signal to be still.
She watched Lars' face contort as he began to spurt his semen into Gloria's mouth, and after he pulled his cock out, Vicki sat on Gloria's lap and kissed her full on the mouth before she had a chance to lick all Lars' come off her lips.
Together the two naked stews drank what was left of his juice as they kissed passionately, their tongues darting into each other's mouths.
Evan finally stopped shooting them and answered a request from the other end of the cabin.
A few moments later Vicki noticed the flight crew coming back into the cabin. Captain Harris was a fine specimen, she thought, noticing his hard, muscular chest, his flat stomach and his long hard prick He walked among the passengers, introducing himself, laughing because they couldn't tell who he was without his clothing.
Then he went back to the flight deck. Shortly after that, the loudspeaker came on. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," Harris' voice said. "It was a pleasure meeting you, and I hope you're all enjoying your flight. You certainly look as though you are, and I must confess that I am too. However, we're going to be coming into some turbulence, and I'm going to have to ask you to return to your seats and fasten your seat belts please. Hopefully, the weather won't last long, and we'll be able to let you be up and around soon."
The passengers began sitting down, and Tom asked Vicki to announce that the passengers would be shown films while they had to remain in their seats. Then, Vicki told them, lunch would be served.
As Vicki and Gloria made their way to the seats maintained for them, toward the rear of the cabin, they noticed that the passengers had coupled off in their seats. Occasionally they saw that some of the nudists had chosen to sit in triplets, usually two women and one man, but occasionally the reverse.
Vicki noticed, too, that men did not sit next to each other. That fit in with what she knew to be true about swingers... male homosexuality was pretty rare. When a triangle consisted of two men, they were separated by the woman, who sat in the middle seat.
The cabin lights dimmed as Vicki and Gloria sat down. They picked seats next to each other, as they usually did, until Lars came by their row and asked if they would mind him sitting between them.
They nodded, and Vicki got up, moving over to the aisle seat. Gloria remained by the window, and Lars took the middle seat. Across the aisle from Vicki was an attractive woman with lovely yellow hair. "This is my wife," Lars said, leaning over Vicki and pointing out the woman across from her.
"Joana, meet Vicki and Gloria," Lars said to his wife. She smiled at the two stews. She had a lovely face, with a pert, turned-up nose and deep blue eyes, Her breasts were high and firm with pointed nipples that turned up like her nose. They were bright pink, and Vicki longed to reach out and touch them It was as though Lars had read her mind. "She has some breasts, no?"
"Yes," Vicki said.
"They are so firm," Lars said. "Unbelievable. Feel them."
Vicki didn't need much coaxing. She reached out across the aisle and put her hand on one of Joana's breasts. The nipple popped out in response to her touch. Joana took a breath and began to moan. She reached out and touched one of Vicki's magnificent globes.
"Lars, change seats with me," Joana said.
Lars got up and crawled over Vicki. He sat down in the seat "Joana had previously occupied, next to a petite brown-eyed girl with a very short haircut The girl reached for Lars' prick as Joana climbed over Vicki into the middle seat.
Just as she did that, the plane lurched and Vicki grabbed Joana around the waist to keep her from falling.
Her flesh was firm to the touch, and she was also well-rounded. Tiny soft golden hairs stood out from her body, and Vicki got a whiff of a glorious perfume which she later learned was a secret formula from Sweden.
They kissed passionately on the lips, Joana and Vicki, letting their tongues find each other's sensitive mouth roofs. Joana's lips were soft and moist, sensuous beyond belief. Vicki could have kept kissing her for hours.
Finally they separated. "You'd better fasten your seat belt," Vicki said, helping Joana into her seat.
As Joana sat down she turned to Gloria and put a hand on her thigh. Gloria bent her face to Joana's, and they kissed deeply. Vicki began to caress and massage Joana's back and she let her hands trail down over the shapely hips.
Then the films started, and all three girls, as well as the other passengers, turned their attention toward the screen.
On the screen flashed a superb color film of two scantily dressed, beautiful fifteen-year-olds on a beach. It was dusk. The girls opened bags in which were hot dogs and marshmallows.
Then the girls gathered some twigs from the beach and began to rub them together, trying to light a fire. They couldn't get the sparks started, and they rubbed their bare midriffs to show that they were hungry.
How would they cook the franks? Finally, two men happen along the beach and see the girls' dilemma.
As it became clear what would happen in the film, the passengers became more and more excited. Vicki looked across the aisle and saw Lars lightly touching his hard cock. Joana had one hand in her own crotch and the other on Gloria's thigh.
Gloria put her hand to her pussy and her free hand around Joana, letting her arm dangle down over Joana's boob. The sight of Joana's hand in her cunt turned Vicki on even more than the movie did.
And the film, as such films go, was grade A. Vicki knew this was a good one, for she'd seen many worse. "Lars just brought this over from Sweden," Joana whispered to her. "I haven't seen it myself, yet. Lars wanted to save it just for this trip."
Vicki reached over and put her hand on top of Joana's. She followed the girl's movements, getting in touch with her rhythm. On the screen, the two men had started a fire, and hot dogs were being grilled. Finally, they were ready, and each person downed a frankfurter.
Finally, one girl indicated in sign language, "Who wants this when we have the real thing right here?"
The other girl nodded, excitedly. They each picked a man and unzipped his fly. Two huge, hard, purple-red cocks were pulled out. The girls began to lick and suck them, to play them as though they were musical instruments.
After a few moments, the men in the film decided they too want dessert. They spotted the marshmallows and opened the bag, while the girls strip. Both of them were shaved in their pussy areas, and their cunt lips were visible.
Joana breathed in sharply and her hand began to move faster and faster. Vicki too became excited at the sight of the hairless cunts, and she now began to finger-fuck herself with her free hand.
Joana finally removed her hand from her own cunt and let Vicki take over. Vicki shoved a finger deep inside and felt the tight wetness of Joana's warm pussy clasp down on her. She wiggled another finger over Joana's clit, which was unusually hard and unusually long.
Joana, while barely being able to sustain herself during Vicki's expert manipulations, wiggled her fingers through Gloria's thick patch of pussy hair and into the warm, waiting hole.
Joana now put an arm around Vicki and began to squeeze one tremendous, trembling breast. Vicki sucked her breath in and stuck her chest out, wanting to offer all of her lovely self to the blond Swedish girl.
On the screen, the men were putting the untoasted marshmallows into the girls' pussies and then eating them. They kept on licking long after the marshmallows had been swallowed, and then, every so often, they'd insert another of the fluffy white sweets and begin all over again.
Both girls in the film were writhing on the beach blanket. Their ample breasts were flopping as they heaved their bodies, almost violently, to make the most complete contact.
Vicki, Gloria and Joana, if asked, would have been hard pressed to identify the source of their own excitement. Gloria, seated by the window, fondled her left breast with her left hand, and Joana's right breast with her right hand. Joana, in the center, had her left hand in Gloria's pussy and her right hand in Vicki's cunt.
Vicki's left hand was sunk deep in Joana's hot twat, and with her right hand she twiddled her own nipples, first flicking over one, then the other. Her eyes moved from the screen to Gloria, to Joana, and across the aisle to Lars, who she could see masturbating.
So was the woman next to Lars. The two of them alternated their glances from the screen to each other, and to the three girls sitting across the aisle from them.
Vicki and Gloria couldn't see any of the other passengers, but they assumed the same sort of thing was happening in every occupied row of seats.
Finally, on the screen, about half the bag of marsh-mallows was eaten. The girls got up and took the bag for themselves, continuing the same action. They stuffed the sweets into each other's pussies now, and they ate each other with abandon, licking each other's hairless woman-mounds also. In between marshmallows, they kissed each other on the lips and let their tongues trail back down to their pussies, kissing and fondling boobs on the way.
The men in the film looked on admiringly as the two young girls stuck their tongues deep into each other's pussies. They played with their hard cocks until they could stand it no longer, and forced the girls apart so that they could fuck them.
The camera took exciting close-ups of every scene, and the three girls became more and more excited as they watched two cocks in two cunts, in full color and more explicit than they would have seen had the view before them been real and not on film.
Joana was the first to explode in orgasm. Vicki felt her cunt convulse around her fingers as she moaned with pleasure. Next, Vicki heard Gloria's grunts as Joana manipulated her hand around quickly, saying, "That's right, come on now."
Then, just at the crucial moment, Joana shoved an additional finger into Vicki and shoved her palm hard up into her crotch, making electric contact with Vicki's twitching clit.
"Yes, oh yes," Vicki whispered as her orgasm overcame her. Then she was silent as she watched the two men on the screen shove their pricks into those hot red twats for the last time and spill their creamy juice into them.
She heard low guttural noises coming from all over the cabin, and she saw Lars pumping hard on his cock as he watched the men on the screen coming. She watched his juice squirt out of him and over his belly, and then she saw his partner bend over and lick his stomach clean.
Then the cabin was quiet as the film came to an end. She noticed that Lars and Joana had dozed off. Gloria was still awake.
A few minutes later, she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Tom. "You've got to serve lunch," he whispered.
Gloria climbed over Joana and she and Vicki headed for the galley. Vicki announced over the PA that lunch would be served. "We hope you enjoyed the entertainment," she concluded with a lilt in her voice.
Shortly after Vicki and Gloria had begun to prepare the luncheon trays, Captain Harris' voice came over the loudspeaker. "We're through our weather now," he said, "and you may unfasten your seat belts and move about the cabin."
Several passengers got up and made their way to the lavatories, and by the time everyone was seated again, the girls were making their ways down the aisles with the lunch trays.
It was filet mignon today, not unusual for a charter flight that Tom was handling. There were tiny boiled parsley potatoes, candied carrots, hot fresh rolls with butter, a salad with Russian dressing, and chocolate layer cake with marshmallow frosting for dessert.
"I'm starved," Vicki said to Gloria as they worked.
"Me too. Wonder when we'll be able to eat."
"In about an hour or so, I'd say," Vicki answered, looking at her watch.
"I can't wait until we land. I'm so hungry I'll even eat in the airport coffee shop."
"Unless, of course," Gloria added, "we get invited out by an appreciative boss."
"Or an appreciative passenger."
The girls had to move quickly to clear the trays and lock up the galley in time for the landing. Tom went around to all the passengers as soon as the meal was over, telling them it was time to dress for landing.
Vicki and Gloria got back into their uniforms and came to the cabin to make sure everyone was safely buckled in.
They had a few minutes to chat with the passengers while they circled the field. Lars and Joana were sitting together now, a soft glow on both their faces.
"Here," said Joana to the stews, handing them an envelope. "This contains the telephone number and address of our camps. Our winter camp in L.A. and our summer camp in Chicago. We hope that you'll be our guests whenever you have the time. If your schedule permits, we'd like to have you now, wouldn't we, Lars?"
"We certainly would. Our quarters are quite luxurious, and we are in a beautiful, secluded area along the coastline. I haven't quite had enough time with you, and from what Joana has told me, she hasn't either."
"We'd love to come, wouldn't we, Vicki?" Gloria said.
"Yes. I do hope we can make it soon."
"You can, ladies," Tom said, stepping over to them. "I'm giving you two whole days between flights, just because you're both so beautiful and efficient. I have a lot of work to do here in L.A., but I'll join you as soon as I'm finished."
"Good, Tom," Lars said. "You've been working so much lately we haven't seen much of you."
"Well, this trip I plan to get at least one day of sun and sex," he replied. "Girls," Tom went on. "I took the liberty of cancelling your hotel reservations, assuming you'd like to stay at the camp. Was that all right?"
"More than all right," Vicki replied. "And now we'd better all get to our seats."
Captain Harris landed the large aircraft with not a bounce, and the big bird rumbled up to the gate.
Word spread quickly that the two stews would be coming to the camp later in the day, and as the passengers said good-bye, then also indicated that they'd be happy to see the girls again soon.
The plane finally emptied out, and Vicki, finishing her check of overhead racks, found four pairs of women's panties. "Someone forgot to take their panties," she remarked, showing the apparel to Gloria.
"I almost forgot to put my own back on," Gloria said. "My pussy is already hot all over again. I can't wait to grab a sandwich and get out to the camp."
"Me too," Vicki said, holding her empty stomach. "This job is very fulfilling in some ways, but quite frustrating in others."
They walked into the airport and headed toward the coffee shop. "Going my way?" The girls turned around at the sound of Captain Harris' voice.
"We're starving," Vicki said.
"Me too," said the captain. "I hear you got the best of the trip back in the cabin. I had to get the plane through the weather and miss out on all the fun."
"That's too bad," Gloria said. "They had a lovely movie."
"Yes. I heard about it and it made me feel all left out. What do you say we trot off together and make up for lost time after we eat."
Vicki and Gloria exchanged glances. It was considered bad manners to turn a captain down, but the girls were eager for more of Joana.
"Oh, Captain," Gloria finally said. "If only we'd known how you were going to feel. We've accepted another engagement."
"We are sorry, Captain. Let's get together after our next trip."
"You girls have more balls than I do," Harris said, not bad-humouredly. "You're lucky I'm a nice guy."
The three of them ate lunch and made small talk. Then Vicki and Gloria rented a car and drove out to the nudist camp.
Captain Harris meandered around the airport until he found a pert young ground hostess with the hots for a captain, and he had so much fun with her he decided against giving Vicki and Gloria demerits for refusing him.
After the ground hostess left his hotel room, Harris began to figure out a way he could ride back on the nudist flight after the winter was over-this time as a passenger.
CHAPTER TEN
Tom and Vicki lay languorously in their king-size bed. They were stark naked and their groins were blood-red with excitement. Vicki ran her hand up Tom's hard prick. Tom moaned with pleasure. "Vicki, Vicki," he sighed. "I get chills when you touch me."
"Ssh," she whispered, caressing him intently, her long tapered fingers curling around his large cock. She squeezed his organ, making it even larger.
"That looks good enough to eat," she said, sticking out her pointed, fast-moving tongue and swirling it around his swollen head. "You tell me what they're doing while I go down on you."
Tom looked through one of two picture windows that adorned their bedroom. One window faced the cliffs of Acapulco. Normally, the view from that window was very exciting.
But today, the other window, a one-way window into another bedroom, captured the attention of the couple.
It wasn't actually a bedroom, but a studio of sorts, outfitted with a bar, kitchenette, sofa, chairs, and, of course, a bed.
The airline let certain of its employees use it, mostly for sexual purposes, although occasionally meetings were held there. Tom and Vicki had designed the room themselves, and they were quite careful about who they let use it.
Tonight, a rookie stew from a small Kansas town was going to get hers, as Vicki liked to say.
Vicki, now the directress of the company's newest stew school, recently opened in Mexico, enjoyed her position and all the fringe benefits.
Lorie Nelson, half the couple Vicki and Tom were looking in on, was a virgin. Vicki was sure of that because she'd overheard her say so to her roommates. Vicki particularly liked Lorie because she reminded her of herself in the days when she'd first gone to stew school.
The other half of the couple was Donald Jackson, one of the most handsome captains Vicki had ever had the pleasure of fucking. But try as she might, Vicki couldn't wean the young officer away from his obsession with virgins.
It didn't really matter to Vicki. If she couldn't fuck Donald with regularity, at least she could watch him. And that she did, as often as she could find him a virgin.
She had gotten to rather like virgins herself, and frequently she would call the recently fucked stew student into her office on a technicality and seduce her herself.
But she had to do it after Don, because he liked to bust their cherries. Vicki then could show them that woman-love was just as good, if not better.
Besides, Vicki had discovered that the last lover usually made the most lasting impression. A girl with a little experience under her belt could appreciate it more, enjoy it more, and Vicki liked that.
She felt Tom's cock rise even harder in her mouth. "He's getting her a drink now," Tom said, describing the scene to Vicki. "Now they're sitting on the couch, and his arm is around her. It isn't touching her boob, but his hand is close."
Vicki lifted her head from Tom's groin to look across the room, through the window.
"Let's turn on the sound," she suggested.
"All right." Tom flipped a button. They had hidden the mikes very carefully, and had done a fine job, with the aid of an electronics expert Tom knew. The sound came through loud and clear.
"Lorie, Lorie," Don was saying in that smooth way he had. "I've never seen a girl pretty as you. And I've seen plenty of them, working for this company. After all, think of all the stews I know."
"Why, that's a real compliment, Don."
"And your figure. Why, it's just perfect. That lovely little waistline," he said, running his hand along her waist. "And your gloriously full hips. I liked a girl with hips and a little ass. You're just perfectly shaped."
Vicki and Tom saw him trace her hips with his hand. She squirmed, obviously excited by his touch, but reluctant to give in to her passion.
"And your breasts," Don went on, "are magnificent. Lorie, I swear I've never been so possessed in all my life. But I must touch you. I can't hold back a moment longer. I've got to hold you close and kiss you, touch those beautiful globes."
Don put his drink down and took Lorie's away from her. He embraced her and kissed her long and hard, parting her lips with his tongue and forcing his tongue into her mouth.
She struggled for a few minutes, then relaxed a little as Don swirled his tongue around her sensitive upper lip and darted it into her mouth.
He pressed her close to him, and Vicki and Tom could see her boobs mashed against Don's chest.
"I'll bet hers are nearly as big as yours," Tom said to Vicki as he lifted her boobs in his hands and flicked his thumbs over her dark pointed nipples.
"I can't wait to get my hands on her," Vicki said, imagining herself in Don's place.
"I can't wait to get my hands on you," Tom said, continuing to caress Vicki's boobs and then moving his hand down her tummy and to the seat of her passion.
He parted her red silky cunt hair and let his eager fingers dive into her warm hole.
"Umm," Vicki moaned, wriggling her ass and bearing down hard on him.
They watched Don as he began to kiss Lorie's neck and earlobes. The girl was becoming more and more excited, although she was still reluctant to let him touch her breasts.
"No, no," she said weakly as Don moved his hands toward the front of her tight-fitting pink sweater.
"I must touch you. I must," Don said huskily. "I can't stop now." He lifted her sweater.
Lorie wore a tight-fitting cotton bra, nothing like the sexy numbers Vicki had worn at her age. Clearly, Lorie didn't match her in terms of her own early sexual experiences.
"Get her bra off," Vicki muttered. "Take it off."
Don pressed his hands over the girl's large tits, kneading them and kissing the cleavage that popped up over her bra.
Then he reached into one of the cups and pulled out one of the biggest breasts Vicki had ever seen.
"Oh, Tom, oh, Tom," Vicki moaned, putting her hand over his and directing his movements. Her crotch was soaking wet and ached to be fucked.
Tom rubbed his hand faster and faster and wiggled his finger deep inside Vicki's twat. He could tell she would come any second.
Don flicked his fingers over Lorie's large, silver-dollar size brown nipple and it stood out like a bullet, "Suck it, suck it," Vicki said, urging him on, and of course he bent down to do just that.
"No, no," Lorie moaned, trying to push him away.
"I want your tit," Don said. "I want to kiss it and suck it and make it excited. I want to show you what breasts like that are for. I want to give you pleasure. I want you to know what your body likes, to own up to it."
He bent his head down and took her nipple and as much of the breast as he could into his mouth.
When Lorie felt the touch of his tongue flicking across her nipple, she leaned back in ecstatic wonder. Even if she'd wanted to stop him, she couldn't.
"Oh," she moaned, "Oh." Her pelvis began to grind itself on the couch. It was clear that the sensation had gone right from her boob to her cunt.
Don reached a hand down between her legs.
"Oh, no," Lorie said. "You can't touch me there."
"Talk dirty to her, old man," Tom said out loud. "That gets to her."
"I want to feel your pussy," Don said. "Let me put my hand between your legs and feel your pussy. I bet it's all wet and hot, isn't it."
He reached under her skirt. Vicki couldn't see the hot, hairy virgin cunt, but she imagined it under there as Tom finger-fucked her faster and faster.
"Oh, Tom, I'm coming now." Vicki writhed under his hand.
Faster and faster Tom slid his finger in and out of her slippery twat as he felt her spasm against him.
He removed his finger when her orgasm was over, and for a few minutes they both watched the scene continue in front of them. Vicki reached for Tom's prick and began to finger her own pussy at the same time as Tom fondled her breasts. They both knew there was more to come.
They could see Don's arm moving as his hand did mysterious things to Lorie under her skirt.
Finally she stopped all resistance when Don unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, along with her half-slip.
She wore little cotton panties, schoolgirl stuff, Vicki thought. But plenty of red pussy hair peeked out from around the leg cuffs. "So, she is a real redhead after all," Tom said. "No wonder you like her so much."
"But I never wore that kind of underwear," Vicki said. "If I'd known how exciting it was, I would have, though."
Now Don was lifting the sweater over Lorie's head. She looked funny, with one boob out and the other still stuffed in her bra. "God, I'd like to bust in on them," Vicki said.
"We can't do that," Tom said.
"I know. But tomorrow night I'm going to have her all to myself."
"You won't share her with me?" Tom asked.
"Afterwards, okay?"
"Sure."
Don unhooked Lorie's brassiere in the back, and at last her two pendulous boobs hung free.
Next he pulled off her panties. She was a glorious sight, all naked, and Vicki's mouth watered for a taste of her.
Don next undressed himself, and Lorie was shocked at the sight of his huge, ready cock. "Oh," she said, "Oh."
"What's the matter?" Don asked. "I've never, I mean... "
"You never saw a prick before?" It was fairly obvious she hadn't, but Don wanted to hear her say it. "No, never."
"Have you ever touched one before?"
"No, never."
"Well, I think you should get a little familiar with what's going to be inside of you in a few minutes, don't you?" He took her hand and put it on his cock.
He showed her how to rub it up and down, and she took to it like a natural. "It's awfully big," Lorie said. "I don't think this could fit in me. Are they all this big-all men's?"
"Not this big," Don said, "but not much smaller. Do you like how it feels?"
"Oh, yes. I do."
"How'd you like to give it a little kiss?" he asked. "Why, uh, I don't know," Lorie said. "It won't bite. Go on."
She bent down and placed her lips on his cock.
"Now lick it a little," Don said, instructing her on technique. "Hold it in your hand, like this, and rub it and lick it."
"Okay," Lorie said, following his instructions.
"Lick it a little," Vicki said, imitating Don's voice.
"Okay," said Tom, kneeling on the floor and beginning to eat Vicki's hot cunt. "You tell me what they're doing."
"She's sucking him off now," Vicki said, "but he's not going to come. He's putting his finger in her cunt and rubbing her clit. She's getting very hot, and he's going to fuck her soon.
"He's leading her over to the bed now, and she's lying on her back. He just put two pillows under her ass. I can see her cunt real well. It's very pink and her lips are quite large. Her clit is long and red. She's very ready to be fucked. I think she'd like Don to eat her pussy, but he's too excited.
"Oh, Tom, that feels so good. Don't stop," she told him as he stuck his tongue deep into her cunt.
"Now he's getting on top of her and he's putting his cock inside her, very slowly."
"Ouch," Lorie said. "It hurts a little."
"It will only hurt a little, just for a few seconds," Don said. "I'm going very slow, but I have to break your cherry."
"He's thrusting a little harder now, and she's wiggling her ass in a circular motion," Vicki told Tom. "Come on, let's fuck now and you can watch too."
Vicki stood up and faced the window. Tom stood behind her and shoved his hard, red, ready cock into her asshole. He grabbed her tits and flicked his fingers over her hard raw nipples as they banged together in perfect rhythm.
They watched Don give a final hard thrust and saw him come with the bursting of Lorie's bubble.
Lorie reached around and grabbed Don's ass, pressing him close to her as she writhed wildly under him, grinding her clit against his rough pubic hairs until she, too, had finally come.
"Now," screamed Vicki, grabbing her clit and rubbing it, sticking another finger into her cunt as Tom's prick rammed up high into her ass.
"Yes," he shouted, giving a final slam into her. "Yes, yes, I'm coming hard."
"Oh, Tom, oh, Tom," Vicki moaned, squeezing down hard on him. "You're the best. No matter who I fuck or suck, you're the best, the most comfortable, the dearest one of all."
"Ditto," Tom said, pulling his cock out of her. He closed the curtain in front of the window and turned off the sound.
"Let's get some sleep," Vicki said. "I've got a big day tomorrow."
"Okay, sweetheart," Tom said. "We'll have breakfast and business together in the morning. I want to make sure you're free for the kill tomorrow night."
"You mean Lorie?"
"Isn't that what you want?"
"Yes. Of course. You know it is," Vicki said, her body beginning to tingle all over again at the thought of the young girl, the girl who, even though she'd just been penetrated by Donald Jackson, was still a virgin to Vicki. "And when I've fucked her," Vicki said to Tom, "then we'll get her together, and have a fantastic threesome."
"Great," Tom told her.
The next morning Vicki and Tom went over their schedules at the poolside, where they were eating breakfast.
"Let's see now," Tom said. "I have to go to New York tonight, then to Chicago, then out to the Coast and down to Texas before I'm back here in about a week. I'm going to miss you, Vicki."
"I'll miss you, too," she replied. "I wish we could always do our traveling together."
"Well, one of the nice things about our jobs is that we can be together so often. I'll tell you, Vicki, mostly this job is fun, but sometimes duty calls and I have to be a true businessman."
"For brief periods," Vicki smiled. "I know you, though. You'll be looking over every stew and female passenger on your flights, and then some. Business doesn't detract from your pleasure."
"Well, I might say the same for you. I suppose that's why I chose you for this job in the first place. Are you glad you've taken it?"
"Glad? You made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Who would have dreamed it, that five years from the time I first entered stew school I'd be the head of one myself. Tell me, Tom, was the school I went to in Chicago like this?"
"Like this? What do you mean? This is just an ordinary old stew school."
"Stop teasing, Tom. Tell me, was it?"
Vicki was of course referring to the extra-curricular activities of the school she'd been chosen to head. In addition to being a standard stewardess-training base, the new facility in Mexico had become a type of resort for employees of the company, employees who, like Vicki and Tom Brown, enjoyed sex and didn't let their work interfere with their pleasure.
"Sure it was, Vicki. Don't you remember Miss Hamilton?"
"How could I ever forget her?" Vicki asked, her mind going back to that night she'd first been with Miss Hamilton, first been with another woman. "I was so scared that night, so afraid Miss Hamilton would kick me out of school."
"There were some girls who wouldn't play along," Tom told her. "Poor Miss Hamilton had to really kick them out. And she didn't mind doing it. She got really angry when a girl turned her down. Whatever she told you about liking men, she wasn't telling the truth. She's a real lesbian, through and through."
"Well, she sure turned me on," Vicki said. "I hope no one turns me down, though. I think I'd better be pretty sure before I approach any of these recruits. I mean, it would just kill me to have to expel anyone I know how I would have felt if anyone had done it to me."
"I'm sure you'll find a way," Tom told her. "Hey, maybe we could set up something with the pilots in training," Vicki said. "What do you mean?"
"Well, at our parties, after our first trial run, we could have some of the pilots in training take out the new stews and tell us the ones that are hot. We could get them working for us and screw them whenever we wanted to."
"Not a bad idea," said Tom.
"And then we'd know, or at least I'd know, that when I went after a girl, her pants were really hot, even if her mouth said no."
"Just one question, Vicki. How do we get the pilots to report to us?"
"Oh, Tom, that's easy. Just enlighten Philip about our scheme." Vicki was referring to Philip Evert, one of Tom's hand-picked directors of pilot training. He was one of the biggest swingers in the company.
"And what will he do?"
"He'll take the fellows out drinking and get them to talk about their dates. He'll question them, casually, of course, about the stews and what they're like, and he'll tell us. Also, in the process, he can pick out some fellow travelers to work with us as captains, when they get their stripes."
"Vicki, I made a wise choice when I asked you to take this job."
"And Tom, do me a favor. I kind of miss Gloria, Helen and Mary Ann. Get them an official trip down here so they can spend a few days."
"Done," Tom said. "We can use them anyway."
"We sure can," Vicki said. "I've got seven of the top brass coming in tomorrow night, and I don't know if I have enough girls to handle them. This place is awfully new, Tom. You didn't start me off with much of a staff. Oh, the stew training staff is terrific, but so many of them are so damn straight."
"Vicki, every school starts off this way. It's up to the director to make it work. Those seven top brass want only the cream of the crop, and they insisted on visiting this particular facility. Why not? It's the newest and best. You might have to work a little overtime."
"Yes, I'll make things all right, dear, as usual. Might even enjoy it."
"That's my girl. I've got to run now. See you in about a week."
"So long, Tom," Vicki said, getting up and heading for her office, which was connected to the bedroom she and Tom had shared the night before.
When she got there, she checked her clock. Eleven. After lunch she had to lecture the students on makeup and grooming. Then they would be fitted for uniforms. Vicki usually took the measurements herself. She loved to do that. She liked feeling the firm flesh beneath her fingers as she adroitly whipped the tape measure around waists, buttocks, and best of all, breasts. The biggest-boobed girls she remembered. Those were the kind who she wanted to work for her and for the company.
She laughed now, recalling how tightly her own uniform fit across her chest, never dreaming that it had been ordered a size too small on purpose by Miss Hamilton, the director of the stew school she'd attended. Now Vicki herself was ordering uniforms a size too small.
The training flight was just two weeks away. Vicki had to line up the "passengers" from another school. No one from this facility could do that job, because the stews mustn't recognize anyone. She made a note to call New York and get fifty people down to Mexico.
Then she had to give the underwear lecture. And also the sex lecture. At least she called it a sex lecture. Actually, it was instructions on how to handle the men, how to please them yet remain dignified at the same time.
Vicki also had to oversee the kitchen staff and keep tabs on the accountant and budget director. It was all her responsibility, the whole thing. This was her home now, and, although she had competent help, she must be in charge.
Vicki finished going through the school schedule and check list, and then began to work on the other job which was entrusted to her: keeping the company bigwigs happy. That meant making sure they had beautiful rooms and luxurious meals and the best of companionship.
It would certainly be easier as soon as she compiled a roster of willing young stews. From the previous session, out of two hundred students, she'd found seven who qualified. Four of those seven she knew she could count on. She'd set up their seductions by Donald Jackson, and had seduced them herself.
In addition, Tom had been booked on their flights and had approved of them, bedded them down, and mildly sounded them out about their interest in working for him. He'd given two of them a special duty, and they'd been fine. But what about the other ones? Vicki wondered if they'd go for it.
She decided to get Tom to set them all up as special duty for the flight the brass would be coming in on. Luck would play a big part in this, but Vicki had no choice. With those new stews and a couple of gals she had on the staff here, everything would be okay.
She wished she could bring little Lorie into this gathering, but that was against the rules. The students could do whatever they wanted, sexually, on their free time, but until they were full-fledged stews and had worked a number of flights, and been tested out in special duty, they couldn't play Vicki's game.
Oh, well, Vicki thought. Lorie certainly is a potential friend out of this bunch. I'll book Tom on her second flight and let him take it from there. That means he'll have to wait until she's graduated before he has a crack at her, but he won't mind. I can't afford to throw away potential girls for his pleasure.
Vicki left her office and sauntered over to the cafeteria, where all the girls were having lunch. The pilots-in-training had also been invited over to the girls' cafeteria for the afternoon meal so that the girls could begin to think about a social life, and the fraternizing was going well.
It was too bad that she'd have to break this up for the afternoon lectures. But that was life. Then, this evening, there would be a night lecture by Philip, about the plane, safety procedures, how it worked, etc. Every stew had some knowledge of the aircraft and how it operated.
In fact, during a real emergency, they would take over, if necessary. They could read the instruments, and steer, and had some practiced landing and taking off. It had never happened to Vicki, and she was glad. But she sometimes wondered when their company would allow women to become pilots. She'd be the first one in school if that ever happened.
She decided to sit in on the evening lecture. Lorie Nelson would be there, naturally, and maybe Vicki would find a seat near her.
Vicki always liked to watch Philip lecture. He was a dynamic person, and usually the students were all quite horny after watching him speak. It would be a good night for her to seduce Lorie. Lorie would look at Phil and remember her night with Don. She'd want sex, she'd want it bad, but it was early curfew time.
Don had gotten Lorie back late to her dorm the night before. That was planned too. Vicki, after tonight's lecture, would call Lorie into her office and let her know that her lateness the previous evening hadn't gone unnoticed.
How would she react? Would she be afraid of expulsion? Vicki could also let her know that she knew what she'd been doing. If that became necessary, Vicki would. One of Vicki's assistants had seen Don bringing her back, she would say., Don was known to be a real ladies' man. They could bring the conversation around to that, and to sex, and then, well, somehow, Vicki would work it out. Maybe she could say she'd misplaced Lorie's measurements, and not frighten her with a late charge.
The bell in the cafeteria rang, signaling that lunchtime was over. Vicki headed for the lecture room and checked over her supplies. Everything was there. She'd talk about makeup, do a model for the girls, and then they'd break down into pairs and make each other up. Vicki would let someone put makeup on her too. She always enjoyed that, the nearness of one of the students as she nervously moved her fingers over Vicki's face, trying desperately to do it right.
By the time dinner was over, Vicki was more ready than ever. Her close contact with the students during that afternoon had made her pussy begin to leak. All the students, and Vicki too, dressed informally in shorts and halters. They were a pretty bunch, Vicki thought. Her eyes picked out a few other big-breasted girls to concentrate on after this evening. If Lorie Nelson didn't work out, there were about fifteen others to try, thank heaven. If Vicki was lucky, half of them would be cooperative.
It was actually easier now than when Vicki had started out. The morals were a little looser, the girls a little more willing, and while in Vicki's whole class she'd been the only one to become a swinging stew, the number in each class increased a very little bit, year by year.
Still, seven was high, Tom had told her. Vicki wondered whether she had some special qualities for finding the girls, or whether she was just lucky. After this class graduated and worked for a while, she'd get the statistics and know for sure.
After dinner all the stew students filed into the large lecture hall. When Phil came onto the stage, dressed in a neatly pressed blue uniform, and took off his hat, and smiled, obviously pleased to see so many lovely ladies, the reaction from the girls was an excited one.
Every woman in the lecture hall turned to the person next to her and remarked on the handsome figure on the stage in front of them.
Oh, there would be dreams and fantasies in the dorms tonight, Vicki thought happily. It was by design, not accident, that the girls were bunked six to a room. Without the privacy to masturbate, they stayed horny for the staff. Just what Vicki wanted now, just as Miss Hamilton had wanted at the Chicago school Vicki had attended.
After the lecture, Vicki had one of the assistants summon Lorie to her private quarters. "Hello, dear," she said as she let the young girl in. She'd already changed into her pajamas, which is just what Vicki had intended. Vicki could see her large breasts bobbing up and down as the girl walked into her office.
"Hello, Miss Buzby," Lorie said. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes. I was just about to send the measurements to the tailor for your uniforms, and I find I've misplaced yours. Would you mind if I took them again?"
"Why, no, I guess not."
"Good." Vicki opened the door leading from her office to her apartment. "The tape measure is in the measuring room, and I don't have one in the office. I'll have to use my own. Why don't you come in here?"
Lorie followed her into her living room. "Oh, what a lovely place."
"Thank you. It is nice, isn't it. My sewing things are in my bedroom. Why don't you just come in there with me.
Lorie followed her unsuspectingly. "Oh, Miss Buzby. The view is exquisite." Lorie ran to the picture window overlooking the cliffs. The window to the other bedroom was shut off by a drape.
Vicki took a tape measure out of the closet. "You'd better take off your robe, dear," she said.
Lorie slipped off her robe. She was wearing pink, baby-doll, see-through pajamas. Her breasts were soft and white and the darkness of her nipples showed through clearly. Vicki longed to touch her. Her cunt started to tingle as she slipped the tape measure around the girl's back.
As she brought the two ends together, her fingers lightly brushed against Lorie's nipples, which sprang erect. "Oh," Lorie said, blushing.
"They all do that when touched, my dear," Vicki said. "Don't be embarrassed."
"Maybe I should be wearing a bra," Lorie said. "Will the measurement this way be accurate?"
"You're right," Vicki said, not believing her good fortune. "We're about the same size. You can try one of mine on and I'll measure you again."
Vicki opened a drawer and fumbled through the contents. Then she snapped it shut. "All my bras are in the laundry," she lied. "I guess you'll have to try on the one I'm wearing."
Vicki slipped her sweater over her head to reveal her ample boobs stuffed into a lace bra. She took off the brassiere and stood bare-chested in front of Lorie, who tried not to look.
"It's all right," Vicki said. "You probably often don't see a woman with breasts as large as your own. Now, take off your pajama top and try this on."
Lorie turned around and slipped off her top. The smoothness of her back, the briefness of her pajama bottoms made Vicki unbearably excited. Lorie bent over as she stuffed her boobs into the cups. Then she began to fumble with the hooks behind her.
Vicki came over to her and fastened the brassiere. Then she again slipped the tape measure around the girl and lightly squeezed her boobs. She heard Lorie's breath catch and her breathing deepened. She saw Lorie squeeze her legs together. It was clear to Vicki that touching Lorie, and exposing her own boobs to the girl, had excited her.
Vicki stood close to Lorie as she continued measuring her. The length from her armpit to her wrist, her waist, her hips, the base of her neck to the base of her spine, and finally, her outer leg, and inner leg.
Vicki leaned into Lorie, pushing her large soft boobs into the younger girl's flesh. As she measured the girl's inseam, Vicki let her hand brush by the girl's crotch. There was no doubt about it. Lorie was moist. Vicki excited her.
"You seem out of breath, dear," Vicki said. "And you're wet between your legs. Maybe it was that lecturer, Phil, no? He is an exciting man, I'll have to give you that."
"I think it was your touching me in all those places," Lorie said.
"Yes, I find that to be true too. It doesn't matter if it is a man or a woman touching me. Or if I'm touching myself. Just the touch is enough to excite me. Do you ever touch yourself here?" Vicki asked, trailing her hand down to Lorie's pussy.
"No," said Lorie. "Why, until last night... oh, never mind."
"What about last night?" Vicki asked.
"It's nothing, really," Lorie said.
"Until last night, you'd never been touched between your legs. Is that what you were about to say?"
"Why, yes, how did you know that?"
"I know you had a date with Donald. I've had dates with him too. I know what he likes, what he does."
"Yes, well, now I guess I do too. He showed me some things about myself I never suspected before. And now, you've shown me another. That just a touch can do it."
"But sometimes, a woman's touch is even better than a man's," Vicki said, continuing to caress Lorie's woman-mound through her pajamas. With her other hand she reached up and pulled the brassiere straps down off Lorie's shoulders. The garment fell limply around Lorie's waist as Vicki gave a little tug. She caressed Lorie's boobs, and soon she began kissing them, her long red hair falling over Lorie's chest and belly.
"Miss Buzby, what are you doing?"
"I'm just going to show you how much better it can be with me," she whispered, pulling down the pajama bottoms. Then she unfastened the bra and took it off. Lorie was totally naked.
Then Vicki stood up and took off her own skirt and panties. Lorie stared at her. "It's almost like looking in a mirror," she whispered, noting Vicki's similar hair color and figure.
"Yes," Vicki said, moving closer and holding the young girl close to her. Their breasts mashed together, their pubic hairs mingled and they were lost in passion.
They kissed deeply on the lips, their tongues finding each other and giving pleasure.
Lorie let her hands wander up and down Vicki's body, exploring, feeling, pinching, grabbing, caressing.
Vicki was in heaven. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that Lorie would be so amenable.
Together they fell onto the bed, and Vicki whispered something to the young stew student, who then spread her legs. Vicki dived down and within seconds was lapping away at the young, tender moist pussy. She stuck her tongue deep into the love hole, then pulled it out and licked the lips before going to the clit and playfully biting it with her lips.
Then she drank deep of Lorie's juices, sticking her tongue far into her pussy again, bringing it quickly out, then in again, fucking with all her might just as if her tongue were a little penis.
Lorie began writhing under Vicki's lovemaking. She lifted her behind off the bed and thrust her pelvis forward, tightening her pussy muscles down as Vicki slid her tongue inside the warm wetness.
"Oh," she moaned weakly. "It feels so good. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Oh, oh, oh. Yes, keep it up. Keep it up. Oh, yes, there."
Vicki felt the cunt tighten around her, convulse involuntarily, causing tiny tickles on her tongue. A wave of excitement surged through her own pussy, and when Lorie was finished, when she'd finally pulled her tongue out of that lovely warm twat, she got what she wanted.
"Let me try doing that to you," Lorie said, and Vicki didn't need to be persuaded. She spread her legs apart and Lorie's hands parted her cunt lips. "I've never felt this before," Lorie whispered. "I never even touched myself." She dug deep into Vicki's pussy with her fingers and flicked her thumb over her elongated hard elk. Vicki shivered. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" Lorie asked.
"Hardly," Vicki answered. "You're making me terribly excited, though."
"I want to kiss you, but I'm afraid I won't do it right," Lorie said.
"Don't worry about that. Just do what you feel. It will be wonderful." Vicki felt Lorie's hair brush against her thighs as the young girl hesitantly began to kiss Vicki's cunt. First the lips, then the clit, and then, finally, she began to dart her tongue in and out of her mouth, licking Vicki all over, tasting first the dry, then the moist parts, at last tentatively licking her throbbing clit and then poking it into her wet warm hole and taking a real taste of the sweet juice Vicki was pouring out.
Again and again she pulled her tongue in and out of Vicki's pussy, responding to Vicki's rhythms, letting Vicki's hands guide her head. Vicki came fast and easy, spilling her moisture into Lorie's hot mouth, grabbing her head and holding it still when her clit and cunt couldn't take any more motion.
"Was it all right?" Lorie asked softy.
"Lovely," Vicki said happily. It was a feather in her cap. Soon she would have Lorie helping her run the school, in a few years. It was a good-luck omen. She could hardly wait to tell Tom. If only she could reveal herself to Lorie right now, Lorie could help entertain the brass tomorrow night. But Vicki knew she had to be patient.
"Do you only like women?" Lorie was asking.
"No, darling. But when I see one like you, I definitely have a preference."
"I'm really very flattered," Lorie said.
"We'll just keep this between us, then," Vicki told her. "I hardly ever do this sort of thing. A woman like you happens along so rarely. I'd like to see you again. After you graduate things will be a little easier, of course."
"Yes," Lorie said. She seemed a little bewildered to Vicki.
"Don't worry, dear," Vicki said reassuringly. "You're a perfectly normal woman, and I bet you'll be just as attracted as ever to men. There's nothing to worry about."
Lorie stood up and began to get dressed. "Do you have the measurements?" she asked.
"Yes," Vicki replied. "Right here." She didn't want to let on that the lost measurements had been a fake excuse to have Lorie there. "Now put on your robe and hurry back to your room. I'm very glad I lost your measurements." Vicki gave her a long good-bye kiss.
Then, happy and satisfied, she went to bed, falling asleep over her thoughts of what to do with her guests the following evening. She had confidence, though, that this would all go smoothly, and Tom would be pleased with her.
Yes, she thought, with a final yawn. It was good being a stewardess. It had been a wise choice. Tomorrow would be a new day with new adventures. She was certainly one of the luckiest people in the world.