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 Title: Flight Adventures I: The soiled dress
Author: Karl P.  Dahl
Summary: An accident on an airplane leads to unexpected lust and
uncovering
Keywords: FF, exhib

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story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and may not be legal
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events are purely coincidental.  Copyright (C) 2003 Karl P.  Dahl.  All
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   It was with still half-closed eyes than Susan went to the airport
shuttle.  It was still very early in the morning - the clock hadn't turned
six yet - and the sun was just making it way across the square she was
walking by.  She was on her way to a business trip in Paris, well, actually
a combined business and pleasure trip.  There was going to be business two
days: today and Friday, but she wasn't going back until Sunday evening. 
Getting the trip paid by the company made it even better, especially in
these hard times.  But customers were hard to come by, and this was a hard
customer, so she had been told to go down to 'clean up the mess' from some
local colleague.  Well, she hadn't been hard-pressed to go, to tell the
truth; she loved Paris, and took every chance to spend a day or two there.
It was still very quiet even in the city at this hour.  If she hadn't
been so tired, she would have loved this moment when she had the town
almost all by her herself.  Only a garbage collector doing his chores on
the other side of the street and a homeless lying sleeping in a gateway,
were the only people to be seen.  Even the bus stop looked empty from this

distance.

   Getting closer, she saw that it wasn't entirely true; huddled inside the
waiting booth were two figures, probably waiting for the shuttle them
selves.  From the look of it, they were both women.  And as she got even
closer, quietness disappeared as well when she heard the two of them
talking to each other.  Quite fervently, it appeared; it sounded like an
argument of some sort.  'Weird,' Susan thought; loud talking wasn't regular
even in the middle of the city at this hour, and argumentation certainly
was rare.  She couldn't hear what it was about from this distance, probably
the booth walls were in the way.  Susan's tiredness quickly exchanged with
curiosity as she got closer, she really got anxious to know what this was
all about - but she had to cover her feelings some, it wouldn't do if she
looked as if she was eavesdropping.  She tried to walk as casual as
possible towards the booth, and the couple seemed too engrossed in their
discussion to notice her.

   But she never got to know what it was all about; when she no more than a
few yards away, one of the women leaned closer to the other and tried to
caress her on the cheek.  If that move was unexpected, so was the answer:
the other woman pushed her away, and gave her companion a slap on the
cheek! The hard sound of the hand against soft skin surprised them all, and
the woman pushed away stopped in disbelief and stared at her 'attacker'
while one hand moved up to where she had been hit.  Susan stopped in her
tracks, not knowing what to do.  The woman who had hit the other stared
back at her partner with eyes that could have frozen the water in the
fountain a few feet away.  Then, the one being hit broke into a sob and ran
away from everything, brushing past Susan.

   Susan, on the other hand walked as casually as she could inside the
booth.  She tried no to look at her booth partner, but she couldn't help
it. She was in her age, with auburn hair and discrete make-up.  Under a
short coat there seemed to be a dark blue uniform of some sort.  But as
Susan looked, the other answered; gray eyes, still full of some unknown
disdain caught Susan's, and got her of guard.  She got temporarily
paralyzed, and could do nothing but stare back without saying a word, as
the woman's gaze softened while looking at her.  After a long time, Susan
could relax and even dared a brief friendly smile back at her companion.

   "I'm sure you did what was right", she blurted out, and now it was Susan
who got the other off balance.  'Dumb!' she thought right after, 'What did
I mean by that?  How can I say anything about their internal affairs?'

   But the other woman just smiled back briefly.  "You're damn right I
was", she said.

   At that moment the shuttle stopped in front of them, and the woman
stepped inside ahead of her.  When she simply helloed the chauffeur, Susan
realized that the uniform the other woman was wearing was one belonging to
one of the airport personnel or similar.  She had to pay, though, and
watched as the other stepped to the far back.  She wanted to follow, and
speak to her but she didn't dare.  She took a seat just on the other side
of the corridor from the other woman.

   During the whole trip to the airport, Susan couldn't stop thinking of
the situation at the bus stop.  From time to time, she looked at the other
woman, but she seemed engrossed in her own thoughts and never paid
attention to Susan.  'What a nice profile she got', Susan thought suddenly.
That was the other weird thought this morning; she couldn't remember ever
thinking so of another woman before.

   At the airport, everything went surprisingly smooth.  The other woman
quickly disappeared inside some employee's part of the airport, and Susan
thought that was the last she had seen of her.  It wasn't much time till
lift-off, so she went straight to the check-in desk and let her luggage go.
She was too tired to bother about any booze or perfume, so she went
straight to the gate.  There, she found that it had already opened, and
therefore went right up to the line.  When she handed her boarding card to
the stewardess, she was met by a pair of familiar eyes, with a slight
surprise in them: it was the woman from the shuttle!  Apparently, she was
going with her plane.  Without really knowing why Susan stepped with
lighter steps inside the aircraft; for some reason, it made her happy to
see that woman again.  Marie, her name was; she had got that from her name
tag.

   It was during the breakfast the accident happened.  It was Marie who was
serving them, and it was some kind of stew.  Susan eagerly awaited her to
get to her row, she was rather hungry.  Not that flight-food was that that
particularly good, but she hadn't had much to eat before she went here, so
almost anything would do.  When Marie came to her, she met her gaze with a
smile and ordered a glass of orange juice to go with the food.  But as the
stewardess leaned forward to place the plate in front of her, the plane
made a minor jump just as another passenger passed behind.  The passenger
bumped into Marie, who was caught off guard, and the whole plate fell with
a crash right into Susan's lap!

   Susan stared down at herself almost in disbelief.  The whole contents of
the plate, some kind of scrambled eggs mixed with tomatoes, together with a
glass of juice was now covering her blouse and skirt.  Luckily, the food
wasn't very warm.  Marie had raised her hand to her mouth in a silent
'Oops', but thoughtfully didn't say anything.  Only the teenager next to
Susan made a sound, a kind of silent laughter only a teenager could have
the nerves to make, until Susan's cold stare silenced him.

   It was Marie who got back to reality first.  "I'm so sorry, so awfully
sorry..."

   "It's... It's alright, it wasn't your fault, and there was nothing you
could have done", Susan said, which was at least half-part true.  It was
certainly not alright, but it wasn't Marie's fault.

   The egg and tomato mix had started soaking the blouse completely and now
dripped along her thigh to the cabin floor.  This was Susan's only suite!
What could she do?

   Marie said something, but Susan didn't listen, she was too distressed.
Only when she repeated it, Susan managed to pay any attention.  "Do you
have any extra clothes among your hand luggage?"

   "Er, no, I don't" was the only thing Susan could say, staring dumb
folded at the cabin crew.

   "You better come with me, then", she said.  "We'll find a solution."

   So Susan rose and followed Marie towards the back of the plane, with
food dripping down her.  She never dared meeting any other passenger's
gaze; that would have killed her, so she stared at Marie's bum all the
time. She didn't know why, her eyes had just landed on those curved forms
in front of her and now and found it strangely relaxing in all this
embarrassment and turmoil.  At first, she thought they were going to the
toilet, but when she saw the queue that had lined up after the meal she
knew that couldn't be true: at least five persons were before her. 
Instead, she saw Marie opening up a curtain to an area quite close to the
back of the plane.  She stepped in, and found she was in the cabin crew's
small department, with a few small lockers, a bench and a sink.  Not much
of a private area, but Susan felt more relaxed nevertheless, coming away
from the passenger floor.

   Marie stepped inside behind her and closed the curtain.  There wasn't
much room left inside when the two of them were there, Susan felt as if
they practically touched each other all the time.

   "Right," Marie said in a rather demonstrative tone, "Since you don't
have any extra clothes with you, we'll have to try and wash the ones you're
wearing."

   Susan stared back at her, baffled.  But Marie continued: "I'll see if I
can find a blouse for you to borrow, but we better wash yours anyway.  And
the skirt too, we don't have any extra of that."

   There was a short pause, filled of silence except the faint buzz of
sounds coming from the cabin.  But Susan didn't pay any attention to that.
"So..." Marie said after a while.

   "So, what?" Susan finally managed to open her mouth to say.

   "So, why don't you start with you taking off your blouse, and see if we
can get it cleaned at least a little with some water?"

   Susan was silenced once again.  What did she mean?  Take of her blouse
right in front this woman?  She only did such things at the gym, and that
was in much more spacious environments.  But she knew Marie had the right
of it; before Marie had the time to speak again, Susan started unbuttoning
the blouse.

   Not long after, she had taken it off and stood with only a bra covering
her chest in front this person, which she had met for the first time this
morning!  She felt Marie's eyes on her, and found them more than just
official and helping; there was certainly something warm and friendly in
them when she looked at her.  "Try to wash it in the sink", Marie finally
got out of herself.

   Susan did as she had said, and turned her back to Marie, trying to
ignore the eyes upon her.  She started splashing water on the stained
parts, which was most of the front.  It helped some, but not much.  What
could she expect from tomatoes upon a white blouse?

   When the blouse was as clean as possible, the next - even more chocking
- suggestion came: "Better get going with the skirt then", Marie said from
behind.

   At first, Susan froze.  Was that woman insinuating that she would stand
practically naked right in front of her?  And with a few hundred other
people just a few feet away, with only a curtain between?  But once again,
she realized it was the only right thing to do - she wasn't going to go out
there again still covered in that mix of scrambled eggs and juice.  A chill
crept down her spine as she became conscious of what she was about to do.
But still, her hands went to the side of the skirt, and she unzipped it. 
Never had she heard the quiet whizzing sound more clearly as the skirt slid
down her legs and landed in a puddle around her feet.  It was done: she was
standing wearing only underwear in front of an almost total stranger (well,
she did know her first name).

   As she bent down to pick up her skirt, she noticed Marie's breathing
from behind.  Wasn't it louder and heavier now, more than just a few
moments ago?  The woman had completely stopped whatever it was she had been
doing, and was now probably just standing watching her.  Susan tried to
ignore her as she rose to start washing the skirt as well, but couldn't
help thinking of Marie's warm eyes moving along her body from behind. 
Strangely, the thought didn't scare as much as she would have thought.

   But when Susan had started the cleaning, Marie went from words to
action. Suddenly, Susan felt herself pressed against the sink and a body
pressed against her back.  The rough material of Marie's dress squeezed
against her, and she felt hands folding round her stomach.  The woman's
breathing - much more heavy now, no doubt about it - touched her neck. 
Susan thought she was going to scream, but no sound came out of her. 
Paralyzed, she just stood there with her own hands still down in the sink
and felt as Marie's hands started moving around her stomach and waist, and
her soft and warm lips touched her neck.  Susan couldn't help but shiver
just a little.  She had never experienced anything like this, and an
explosion of sensations crossed her mind simultaneously; shock of being
harassed, fear of being seen, but most of all lust.  Those hands moving
over her had started something inside she never knew was there, and now
that it had come out, it wouldn't leave so easily.  She closed her eyes as
the welcome and oh so familiar warmness between her thighs started to
spread.  The surrounding started to fade, and bit by bit those other
feelings that had fought for her attention just seconds ago now faded into
a blissful, foggy distance.

   Marie was relentless.  "I noticed that your panties were stained, too.
Shouldn't we wash them as well?" she said with the softest and most
convincing of voices.  And without waiting for an answer, her hands slid in
under Susan's most private piece of clothing on each side, and started
pushing them down her legs.  Hypnotized, Susan felt the thin fabric
crossing her thighs and knees, and finally fall down to her ankles.  Her
nakedness, which would have scared her out of her senses a moment ago
didn't bother her at all.

   Marie didn't even bother picking up the panties; instead her hands went
right to Susan's now fully uncovered waist and crotch.  Lean, sensitive
hands slid over her pubic hair and in between her legs, where now moist
lips eagerly awaited the touch.  Marie's kissing of Susan's neck and throat
increased in frequency as her index finger found an opening between Susan's
lower lips.  "I have wanted you since I lay my eyes on you at that bus
stop", she whispered in her lover's ear.

   Susan hardly heard what she said; she was too engrossed in her own
sensations; Marie's warm body against hers, her breath against her neck
mixed with warm lips, strands of hair falling down her shoulder, but most
of all those fingers that with such an expertise moved inside her and now
had found her clitoris.  She moaned, and lay her own hand on Marie's to
help her.  When Marie's other hand with a deft move unclasped her bra and
let a strap fall down her shoulder, she hardly noticed.  But when the same
hand started caressing the now uncovered breast, she noticed the more. 
This was too much; she bit her lips to prevent shouting out loud (that
little awareness of her situation still in her stopped her).  She was
coming, and in such a way she had never felt before.  As tidal waves of the
orgasm started to build up inside her, she could do nothing but let them
come.

   This made the catastrophe even harder when it came.  "Why is the water
run... OH MY GAHD!?" someone said, and in a red haze, Susan turned towards
the curtain.  Another stewardess stood there, in total shock of what she
was seeing.  Susan stared back, and felt Marie gasp and take a step away
from her.  Then she realized the situation, looked down on herself, and the
thousand-pound reality fell over her like an avalanche.  There she stood,
completely naked, with panties round her ankles and a bra hanging loose
around one of her shoulders.  Marie's fingers had just moments ago covered
her pussy, but now weren't, and showed it in its most pre-orgasm swollen
grace.  As the feeling of total disgrace sunk into her, she felt her head
swimming...

   When Susan awoke, she saw Marie standing over her.  The woman was
clapping her gently on the cheek and let out a sigh of relief as Susan's
eyes met her.  "Oh, thank god you're awake, you better get dressed now"
Marie said, "That was the chief stewardess, and she's not very happy right
now".

   Susan looked around.  She was still in the small cabin, and still
wearing nothing at all.  The throbbing of her orgasm had thankfully
subsided during her unconsciousness.  "How long... was I gone?" she asked.

   "Only a few seconds, thankfully.  Here, take this blouse, it's mine and
you can borrow it." Marie said and handed her an extra stewardess-blouse.
"The skirt, you must live with"

   Hazily, Susan put on her bra and the new blouse and rose to put on her
still wet skirt.  She couldn't use the panties as they were too soaked. 
She turned towards Marie and met a pair of eyes full of distress.  "By for
now", was all she could say as she stepped out.

   Outside, the chief stewardess met her with the coldest of stares.  If
Susan had thought it to be embarrassing when she had walked down the aisle
last time covered in food, it had been nothing to this.  When she finally
lapsed down into her seat after walking what seemed to be a mile, she
wished she could have sunken down into and disappeared.