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 Jen's Journey - Part 1 by Brightside.

   All comments welcome to: g_pi2004@yahoo.co.uk



   Jen sat at the airport bar sipping a coke and glanced around her at the
other occupants.  At this late hour most people nursed a beer and one loud
group of what looked like Americans cheered loudly for no apparent reason.
She returned to her book, brushing her long dark hair out of her eyes as
she struggled to concentrate on her course synopsis.

   Again, her mind wandered as she thought of what the year would bring. 
She was going to live on her own for the first time in her life, on the
other side of the world no less - and the idea was both terrifying and
exciting at the same time.  She'd had second thoughts many times recently,
most often when around her friends and family - but seeing her best friend
off yesterday had made everything seem real now and even a tearful parting
with her family an hour previously hadn't been as bad as she thought it
would be.

   So now she was here, waiting a final two hours until boarding her flight
with most of her possessions already checked in and just a small bag for
company.  She wished she'd packed something more interesting to read
though!

   For some reason she felt uncomfortable all of a sudden and looked up
once more from her book, catching the eyes of the man staring at her before
he could look away.  She glared at him for while before trying to read some
more.  She felt his stare once again and it started to creep her out - the
guy was old enough to be her Dad for christ's sake, and a local to boot
which was never a good thing in Jen's eyes.  She went to glare at him again
but was taken aback by the level of lewdness in his leer.  Startled, she
just met his stare for several seconds before turning away flustered,
feeling the colour rise to her cheeks in shame as she realised she was
heating up elsewhere as well.

   Quickly she finished her drink, packed away her things and stood up to
leave, aware now of several men watching her carefully.  As she left the
bar she saw the older man call for his bill and move to follow her and with
a pang of fear she headed straight into the ladies toilets, reasoning that
he couldn't follow her there.

   She placed her bag on the floor and looked at herself in the mirror. 
Recently she'd been getting lots of attention from men as she blossomed
into womanhood, most of it unwelcome.  She was quite tall for a woman,
nearing six foot and had curves in the right places.  Not being naturally
skinny like her close friends she'd always been shy about her body and
tried to hide it with baggy clothes and jeans, but more recently had
started to realise how attractive she really was and had started wearing
more revealing clothing.  The attention she got from hot guys and girls
made her pussy tingle.  Sadly, she also got more than her fair share of old
perverts letching on her like tonight.

   She sighed into her reflection and picked up her bag to leave, assuming
he'd be gone by now.  Pushing open the door she saw him lurking outside in
the corridor, thankfully looking the other way as she stepped back into the
toilets.  `Damn,' she thought, `I'll never get past him if he stays there'.

   She checked her watch - still nearly two hours to go - and realised she
was alone in the toilets.  `What if he comes in?' she thought, and rapidly
went into a cubicle and locked herself in just in case he checked the wash
basin area.

   Realising that she did actually need to pee she stood up and peeled her
tight jeans down her shapely legs, followed by her favourite silk knickers
her best friend had bought her the previous month as an early birthday
present.  Settling on the seat to piss (something she'd always found a bit
sexy for some reason) she thought of her best friend and the times they'd
fooled around, the time she'd insisted that Jen try on her new knickers
there and then and had been captivated by Jen's beautiful shaved pussy when
she'd changed.  They'd spent the rest of that night making love as Jen
taught her friend how to make love to a woman for the first time.  The
memory of her lover snaking her tongue up her most intimate places turned
Jen on instantly and she reached down to stroke her clit, ignoring that she
was pissing on her hand.  With her other hand she reached under her top and
teased a nipple into rock hardness.  She rocked back and forth, delighting
in the sensations as she finally stopped pissing but brought herself closer
and closer to coming.  The sensation of the lingering kiss she's given her
best friend yesterday at the airport and the promise to meet again as soon
as possible sent Jen to the peak of ecstasy and she cried out softly....

   ....and then she heard the door shut outside and froze, all pleasant
thoughts gone as she heard someone walk slowly across the room, closer and
closer until they were standing directly outside Jen's cubicle.  Jen
struggled to breathe properly in fear and let out an involuntary gasp.  The
person outside knocked on the door and she heard a soft female voice ask
"Are you alright?"

   Sighing in relief, Jen stammered "Uh, yes, thanks I'm fine!" and started
to wipe herself clean, all sexy thoughts now gone.  "Are you sure?," the
unseen woman asked with concern in her voice, "I thought I heard you cry
out"

   Jen became acutely aware of the smell of her own sex and realised that
the woman outside probably could too.  Embarrassed, she said "No, I'm fine,
I'll be out in a second."

   "Ok" the other woman said and Jen heard her walk away to the washbasins
and mirrors.  Quickly cleaning herself, Jen realised she could leave at the
same time as this woman and use her to avoid the old letch outside.  She
pulled up her knickers and jeans, adjusted her hair and exited the cubicle
to wash her hands.  She saw the stunning blonde air stewardess glance at
her in the mirror and smile and Jen flushed and smiled back, feeling turned
on again as she'd been denied her release.

   Washing her hands she looked left out of the corner of her eye as she
saw the air stewardess re-applying her makeup.  It already looked perfect
to Jen, as perfect as the woman herself.  Probably in her mid-twenties (to
Jen's 18), with an athletic body, firm pert breasts and an arse to die for,
she had shoulder length blonde hair cut in a bob.  Jen realised she was
staring at this woman's arse and looked up mortified as the woman turned
from the mirror to look at her with an amused smile on her face.  "I think
I know what you were doing in there" she said with a nod of her head
towards the cubicle and a twinkle in her big blue eyes, "I do so myself
before a long flight," she continued with a laugh, "though it's more fun
with someone else."

   Jen was still mortified at being caught masturbating by a stranger, but
not so much that she could ignore the invitation in the woman's comment,
and still deeply turned on by earlier she plunged straight in and closed
the gap between them, placed a hand on the woman's hip and, while looking
right into her eyes, said "I'd like to be that someone else."

   The woman looked momentarily uncertain but saw the raw, naked passion in
Jen's eyes and just nodded.  Jen, being an inch or two taller, leant down
and kissed her deeply.  The woman took a second to respond, then did so
enthusiastically, entwining tongues with abandon.  Jen broke the kiss and
guided the woman towards the cubicle she's been in before, the aroma of her
still heavy in the air.

   Jen knelt before her and slowly pulled down the zipper on the tight
uniform skirt the woman wore before easing it past her hips and to the
floor.  The sight of a nicely trimmed bush surprised her - clearly she wore
no underwear at all - but the pale, blonde hair did nothing to hide the
moist pinkness underneath.  Jen pulled her so she was seated and pushed her
knees apart, shuffling forward to place herself between them, running her
hands along the inside of both the woman's thighs, making her moan softly.
The woman laid back against the wall with her eyes closed, but the musky
scent of her hit Jen's nostrils and let her know exactly how she was
feeling.

   Jen scooped the woman's hips forward and buried her face in her pussy,
lapping at her juices like a thirsty cat.  The woman moaned again, louder
this time as Jen sucked her clitoris into her mouth and swirled her tongue
around it, pushing a finger into her warm, inviting tunnel at the same
time. Gently stroking her finger in and out she sensed the woman tense up
so added a second finger alongside her first and sped up the rhythm.  Jen
felt the first fluttering of an orgasm in the walls of her pussy so bit
down hard on her clit, making the woman scream in pleasure.  Her pussy
tightened so much Jen thought she'd lose her fingers.  She reared up off
the seat before collapsing back, panting.  Jen slid her fingers from her
pussy and licked one clean, offering the other to the woman who greedily
accepted.

   Having caught her breath she stood up, pulling Jen to her feet then
pushing her forward until she was kneeling on the seat, with her jeans and
knickers pulled down to her knees, exposing her arse and pussy to the
woman. Jen was sopping wet by now and the woman wasted no time in sliding a
finger into her pussy, then a second.  Jen sighed in pleasure, it felt
wonderful, and she could almost imagine her best friend doing this to her.
She felt a third finger slide into her, then a fourth, stretching her
delightfully.

   She looked back over her shoulder and growled "Do it, put your whole
fist in me" and watched the atavistic grin spread on the blonde woman's
face as she pushed harder, all the way to her knuckles.  Jen gave a gasp as
she felt her thumb pushing in too and then with a grunt her whole hand slid
in up to the wrist.  Jen was in heaven, she'd never been fisted so quickly
before or with a fist this big, but here she was being an utter slut,
kneeling on a toilet seat getting stretched by a total stranger.  The
thought made her come massively, and that sucked the woman's hand further
into her depths.  "Ugh!" Jen cried, "Lick my arsehole you bitch!" She
squealed in delight as she felt the blonde woman spread her cheeks with her
other hand and start to tentatively lick her tight little arsehole - all
the time while pumping her fist deeper and deeper into Jen's cunt.

   This was too much to take and Jen exploded, collapsing off the seat and
pulling the fist out in one go, the sudden burst of pain making her come
again.  Exhausted she lay there for a second before the woman pulled her
upright and the shared a passionate embrace and kiss, feeling their breast
pressed together through their clothes.

   "Oh my god!," said the woman, "I'll miss my flight!" Quickly she cleaned
herself up, dressed and left without another word, leaving Jen in a daze.
Looking at her watch she realised her flight would be boarding too and
pulled her jeans up, washed her hands, and left the toilets - thankfully
the old man had gone.

   Jen walked to her gate in a trancelike state, and went through all the
security checks without even noticing.  She'd just had one of her most
intense sexual experiences with someone she didn't even know the name of,
and her pussy was on fire, but she felt wonderful, almost dreamlike.

   She joined the queue for the plane and ran through the last two hours in
her mind, knowing full well she'd have to go to the toilet soon after take
off and come again - she was so horny.

   Reaching the front of the queue she handed her boarding pass to the
steward without looking and was directed towards her seat.  As she reached
the economy section she looked up and was startled to see a flustered
looking blonde stewardess.  Quickly the blonde woman who'd had her fist in
Jen half an hour ago recovered, "Welcome to BA madam," she said with a
wink, "I hope you enjoy the flight...."

   Jen had a feeling she would.


   To be continued.......