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   This was originally written during National Masturbation month, but it
has taken me a while to get back to editing it.  I hope you enjoy!

   Warning: This story contains graphic description of sexual activity
involving consenting adults.  If you shouldn't be reading this, don't.  If
you are of age and reading this sort of thing is legal whereever you happen
to be, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
All of the characters depicted are fictional.  Any resemblance to you or

anyone you know is entirely coincidental.

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   Flight (Robin and Julie Part 2) by Robin Curious (F solo) (c) 2004, by
robincurious

   Robin stretched uncomfortably in her seat as she stared out the small
window at the gray-blue expanse of ocean.  It had taken threats and
blackmail to get her here - that and the money she had planned to spend on
new furniture for her apartment.  Her boss had been less than
understanding. She had not had a real vacation in five years and had enough
leave time accumulated to take almost two months off, even after the time
she had taken to deal with her divorce.  She had asked for two weeks and
the bastard had told her that they simply couldn't spare her just then.  A
long weekend would have to do.  Same old shit.  Her threat to quit had no
impact, even when she had pointed out that she no longer had any ties to
the area.  Programmers were marketable, she pointed out.  He was unfazed.
When he remained firm, she calculated the payoff the company would owe her
for her accumulated leave time and drafted her letter of resignation.  She
got four weeks.

   Then came passport and shots and an ecstatic call to Julie in Barcelona,
shopping for new clothes, packing.  And now she was stuffed like a sardine
in a titanium tin soaring over the Atlantic.  She had requested the window
seat and was now regretting it.  Every time she had to pee she had to climb
over the two people next to her.  The woman in the middle seat, a buyer for
a catalog store in San Francisco, was nice enough.  She had learned shortly
after takeoff that Madeline, who was stunningly attractive, was a former
model.  She was perhaps in her early forties with some streaks of gray
highlighting her long, dark hair, which was pulled back into a youthful
ponytail.  She was dressed simply in a plain cotton blouse with the sleeves
rolled and a long mid-calf skirt.  Along with her model's build, though,
came model's legs, overly long and inclined to encroach on her own leg
space - particularly with Phil on the other side.

   Phil was a lech.  Robin had no idea what he did beyond ogling her ass
every time she squeezed past him and craning his neck to get a peak inside
Madeline's blouse.  He resembled an overgrown middle-aged gnome: bearded,
short, and slender but grown stout about the middle.  Plenty of room on
that side for Madeline's legs, but given the gnome's roaming eye Robin
grudgingly conceded Madeline the space she needed on her side.  She watched
Madeline now, wriggling in her seat to try to get her skirt adjusted. 
Robin congratulated herself on having had the good sense to wear jeans and
a sweatshirt.

   Robin watched the sea go by, ate the Lean Cuisine calibre dinner
(feeling right at home) and then watched the sky darken.  The steward had
pulled out the pillows and blankets and they all settled in to sleep as
best they could.  Next to her Madeline dozed fitfully while the gnome
leered.  Robin thought about Julie - beautiful Julie - who had everything
arranged.  A driver to meet her at the airport, a room in a good hotel.

   Robin wasn't aware that she had dozed off, but she woke up disoriented.
She could see a light through her bedroom door, something she must have
left on in her living room.  She got out of bed, pushing her hair out of
her sleepy eyes, and padded into the hall.  She felt a slight chill and
realized with some surprise that she wasn't wearing her usual sleep t-shirt
but was naked.  She turned to go back into her room to retrieve it, walking
back down the hall into the darkness - into a much too long, much too dark
hall.  She stopped, confused.  Reaching her hand into the darkness, she
felt another hand grasp hers.  The hand was soft, obviously feminine, but
was strong.  Feeling no alarm at the unknown woman in the dark, Robin let
herself be led forward.  Gradually the darkness grew lighter and Robin
began to make out the woman ahead of her.  She was tall and slender, her
dark hair pulled back in a loose bun.  She was wearing an elegant black
cocktail dress, very short, very chic, showing smooth muscular shoulders
and long slender legs made longer by strappy black heels.  The woman turned
and Robin looked into her gentle eyes.  Pearls, almost luminous in the dim
light, gleamed around the woman's graceful neck and at her ears.

   "What . . .?" Robin began.  The woman held a finger to her lips.  She
held out both her hands and Robin placed her hands in them.  She felt
something soft on her wrists and the woman lifted her arms, fastening her
to an unseen ceiling, soft leather holding her wrists firmly but
comfortably.  Robin looked admiringly at the tall, strong woman.  The woman
stroked her cheek gently and kissed her lightly on the lips.  A moment
later she was joined by a man dressed in a tuxedo.  He was as gorgeous as
she was, his face tanned, his body obviously muscular under the tux.  He
stroked her cheek gently as well, the woman moving behind Robin, her hand
sliding from Robin's shoulder down her back to caress her buttocks. 
Another woman, also brunette, appeared from somewhere behind her.  She was
dressed in a long black gown cut dangerously low, diamonds glittering on
her earrings and on the pendant hanging between her breasts.  She too,
caressed Robin's cheek and kissed her while the man caressed her side and
cupped her breast.

   Strangely, Robin felt no fear or embarassment, only a rising excitement,
a delicious feeling of arousal.  Another man appeared, also caressing and
kissing her, then another woman until Robin lost track of the number of
people touching her.  Hands softly teased her breasts, cupped her bottom,
slid up and down her thighs.  Long fingernails traced the crease of her
thigh and ran through the curls between her legs.  Robin tried pressing her
body into the hands, tried giving herself to them, but they continued
teasing, caressing lightly.  Then along with the many hands she felt
breasts pressed against her back, sliding to her side, against her arm. 
Looking to the side, she glimpsed diamond earrings as the woman brought her
face around to kiss her, her full breasts pressing against Robin's.  The
diamond pendant was scratchy in the valley formed by their breasts. 
Something hard and hot pressed against her bottom and rubbed across her
side.  Robin glanced down to see firm abdominal muscles and a large hard
cock, the tip now tracing over her belly leaving a glistening trail. 
Pearls drifted into her field of vision and Robin felt small firm breasts
pressed against hers and soft scratchy hair against her hip.  The naked
bodies pressing against her were undulating now, the woman with the pearls
kissing her passionately on the lips and looking into her eyes, at the same
time rubbing her pussy against her hip.  Robin felt the moistness on her
hip from the woman's excitement, and on the other side felt the man's cock
pressed against her while another cock found the crease of her ass and
rubbed gently along the length of it.  More hands touched her everywhere.

   Robin felt on the verge of exploding, her breasts aching, her pussy on
fire.  She longed for someone to really make love to her.  "Please," she
thought, willing them to understand, "please make love to me!"

   She said it again.  "Please fuck me," she whispered.  "Please?"

   The people were touching each other now, and the hands stopped touching
her one by one until only the woman in the pearls remained, her pussy
sliding moistly up and down her hip and her hard nipples pressed against
her side.  She stopped and with a regretful look stepped back.  She cupped
one of her own small breasts as she stood in front of Robin, massaging her
own pussy with the other hand.  Robin groaned, her hips rocking as she
watched the woman touching herself the way she so desperately wanted to be
touched.

   And then she felt her hands released, and she turned to see Julie,
beautiful Julie!  Robin threw her arms around her and Julie kissed her
deeply.  They were both naked and they laid down on a bed that Robin had
not noticed before.  Robin ran her hands over Julie's breasts, lowering her
mouth to find a nipple.  She slid her hands over Julie's taut stomach,
fingers combing through her pubic hair, and then she took Julie's erection
in her hand, stroking it gently.  It took a moment before the incongruity
hit her.  She sat up with a start.

   "It's OK, Rob," Juie said softly, drawing Robin's head back down to her
breast with one hand while the other guided Robin's hand back to her cock.
Robin squeezed it in her hand, then fondled the balls, traced the edges of
the very real cock, finding no seam, no harness.  Kissing her way down
Julie's stomach, she kissed the tip of her cock, licking the head and down
the shaft before taking it into her mouth.  It tasted exactly like Julie's
pussy, she realized as she swirled her tongue around the silky hardness in
her mouth.  Julie moaned.  Robin felt another pair of hands behind
caressing her back and gasped as they reached around to fondle her breasts,
pulling her upright.  Robin reluctantly released the cock and turned to see
. . .  Julie.  Two Julies!  The Julie behind her guided her and Robin
lifted her leg to straddle the first Julie who was still lying on the bed.
Julie-2 reached between Robin's legs to hold Julie cock upright, then
guided it inside Robin who gasped as it entered her.  Julie-2 was at her
side now and they kissed.  Robin caressed the other Julie's ass, sliding
her hand over her moist pussy, finding comfort in its folds as she felt the
first Julie's nice thick cock filling her.

   Then Julie-2 was lying on the bed, two Julies side by side.  Robin
smiled, gazing at the two lovingly as she rode up and down on the delicious
erection inside her.  She watched, smiling as Julie-2 spread her legs, but
her smile faded as a man approached and knelt beteen them.  Robin felt
surge of anger and jealousy growing to a rage as the man guided his cock
into Julie's pussy.  "No!" Robin shouted, and she tried to get up, but the
first Julie held her, her cock still deep inside.  The strange man turned
to Robin and smiled a smile that said everything was as it should be and
Robin saw his face - her own face!  It was sturdier, more masculine, but
plainly her own.  "Robin," Julie-2 called, and he turned back to her. 
Robin looked down at her own Julie who pulled her head down into a warm wet
kiss while she pushed her cock deep up inside her.  Glancing back at the
couple next to her she saw Julie pushing up against her lover, watched him
- watched herself - driving deep inside her.  Robin felt her head spin in
confusion, not sure of who was who anymore, but deliciously aware of her
own arousal, her own need for release.  But Julie seemed to be fading, her
cock no longer filled her.  Robin turned back to the other Julie, the other
Robin, but they too were fading.  Then she became aware of a low humming
sound and realized that she was not alone, that there were other people
around her in the semi-darkness, some engaged in oral sex, others
intercourse.  Alone in the bed now, Robin watched the shadowy figures,
wanting to touch herself but finding herself paralyzed.  Then, abruptly,
they faded as well.

   Robin blinked and felt her cramped muscles and the hardness of the
bulkhead wall next to her.  Her heart racing, she shifted positions and
felt the stickiness between her thighs.  Her forearm brushed her breast and
a tremor ran through her.  "Oh, God!" she gasped - not audibly she hoped.
There was no way she could make it to the bathroom across the two sleeping
people next to her, but her body was arguing with her most persuasively,
insistently, and ultimately convincingly.  Steeling a glance at her
sleeping neighbor, she unfastended the button on her jeans under the
blanket and managed to slide her right hand inside, the zipper spreading
agreeably on its own to accommodate.  Her hand snaked under her panties to
find warm moistness.  This time she knew her moan wasn't audible, but
stifled to just a sigh as her fingers slid over a very wet, very hot clit.
She rubbed in a circle, feeling it wouldn't take long now.  Her other hand
squeezed her breast through her sweatshirt and bra, managing to make her
nipple happy despite the two layers of fabric.  Around and around the
fingers of the other hand swirled until . . .

   When the sparks stopped sparking and her muscles unclenched, Robin eased
her hand out of her jeans and buttoned up, gently easing up the zipper.  As
her heart rate began to slow, she rolled onto her back.

   "I never thought of that before," Madeline said softly, with a smile. 
Robin felt her entire body blush.  "What a fantastic way to pass the time."
Getting no response she continued.  "I kept lookout for you.  You were
moving a lot in your sleep, you know." Robin felt the blush deepen. 
Madeline continued her monologue as Robin shrank in her shame.  "You know,
it's been years since I've done that.  I'm just so busy these days and my
husband is really very attentive, but on trips like these...  Say,
Robin..." The woman was looking quizzically at her.  "Lying next to you
here, with you squirming and breathing heavily has me a bit...  on edge, if
you know what I mean."

   "I think I do," Robin whispered, finding her voice.  She was NOT doing
anything with this woman.  No way, no matter how sexy she was.  She was
going to see Julie.

   "Stand lookout for me?" she asked with a wink.

   "What?"

   "Watch the gnome.  Nudge me if he wakes up or if someone comes by, OK?"

   Relieved, Robin agreed.  With some shifting the woman positioned herself
under her blanket.  Her breathing deepened and Robin, trying not to look,
saw the blanket start to softly undulate.  Glancing at Madeline's face,
Robin saw her concentration, her eyes clamped shut, her lips parted. 
Madeline shifted her body again, drawing a leg up, but it ran into Robin's
leg.  Madeline's eyes popped open.  "Shit!"

   "It's OK," Robin said.  Madeline brought her leg back up, bringing it
over Robin's thigh.  The blanket slid back slightly revealing Madeline's
slender, tan, muscular leg, so much like Julie's.  Robin could feel
Madeline's leg tensing and relaxing in rhythm with the movement of the
blanket as she kept watch on the gnome.  Robin unconsciously rested her
hand on the older woman's knee as she glanced back and forth between the
sleeping gnome and Madeline's look of intense concentration as she
pleasured herself.  Madeline's blanket was wriggling furiously now, the
muscles in her thigh tensing and then it hit.  Madeline's eyes popped open
and she looked into Robin's eyes, her lips parting with a gasp.  Then
Madeline's face contorted in a grimace of pleasure and her eyes rolled back
in her head.  She came silently, her hand still working between her legs
and her thigh drawing up across Robin's lap and becoming rigid as her body
shook.  Slowly Madeline's movements subsided until she lay limp, only her
ragged breathing remaining.

   After a few moments her eyes popped open and she smiled.  "Thanks," she
whispered.  "I think I needed that." Robin realized that her hand had slid
to Madeline's thigh and quickly removed it, embarrassed by that small
intimacy despite what they had both just done.  Madeline shifted her legs
and readjusted herself in her seat, wriggling to straighten her bunched up
skirt.  Robin caught her sweet musky scent and wondered if Madeline could
smell her scent as well.  Madeline looked at Robin and laughed.  "I can't
believe I did that!" she whispered.  Robin found herself laughing with her.
"It's a first for me too," she whispered back.  After an awkward silence,
they both fluffed their pillows and shifted into more comfortable
positions, smiling contentedly at each other.  Then, lulled by the drone of
the engines, they drifted back to sleep, legs comfortably intertwined.

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