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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both appreciated
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	- BARBARA AND SAMANTHA-
	-ADVENTURES ON FLIGHT 109-
                        by  Ann Douglas


	Barbara looked up at the young blonde as she
walked down the airplane's aisle, carefully checking seat
numbers.  She looked frightened and excited at the same
time. Big blue eyes tried to take in everything at once as her
gaze darted across the cabin.  Reaching the empty seat next
to Barbara, she checked the seat number again and then
smiled nervously as she sat down.
	Barbara guessed her to be about 19 or 20, probably
her first time away from home.  She wore a plain white
blouse and matching blue skirt.  Watching her read the
emergency card in the forward pocket, Barbara could only
image what she would be like when they actually took off.
	"First time?"  Barbara asked.
	"I guess that's pretty obvious."  She answered. "I'm
normally not this uncoordinated."
	"Don't worry about it, I've been flying for almost
twenty five years now, it gets so I worry more about
crossing midtown in a cab more than I do about flying to
Los Angeles."
	"Samantha Thomas."  She said as she extended her
hand. "My friends call me Sam."
	"Barbara Logan."  Came the reply. "Nice to meet
you.  Don't worry, by the time we get to LA you'll be a
veteran."
	"Just don't be surprise if you find me holding your
hand for support when this thing takes off." Samantha said.
	Barbara's smile dimmed  just a little. One of the
reasons she usually took the Redeye from Newark to LAX
was so she could sleep and arrive rested for a morning
meeting.  Now she began to worry that she would be up all
night baby-sitting Sam.  Then, thinking back to her own first
flight and how worried she was about it, loosing a little
sleep to help Sam didn't seem too high a price to pay.
	Ten minutes later, the flight attendants had finished
their safety speech, one which Sam had followed with a
kean interest.  The fasten seat belts light had come on and
the DC-10 took its turn on the flight line.
	Barbara could feel Samantha tensing up when the
cabin filled with the roar of the jet's engines as the pilot
brought them up to full power.  As the plane began to rush
down the runway, Barbara reached over and took
Samantha's hand in her own.
	Sam gripped her hand tightly as the wheels of the jet
bumped once then took to the air. The night sky filled the
small window, leaving the city lights quickly behind.
	After about ten minutes of climbing to gain their
cruising altitude, the seat belt light went off.  People then
began to move around the cabin and get as comfortable as
they could.  A casual look around her told Barbara that
most of her fellow passengers intended to sleep their way
cross-country.
	"I guess I can let go now."  Barbara said with a
smile.  "We made it once again."
	"Would you mind terribly if I held on a little
longer?"  Samantha asked.
	"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt."  Barbara responded.
If that was the most attention she wanted, then maybe she
could get some sleep after all.
	With that, the 45 year old woman leaned back in her
seat and closed her eyes.  Ten minutes later she was lost in
dreamland.
	

	Roughly two hours later, Barbara woke up, feeling
the call of nature.  The cabin around her was dark, except
for the maintenance lights.  Brushing her hair out of her
brown eyes, she could see that most of the people around
her were sleeping, the few who were not sat quietly reading.
	Turning to her left, she saw that Sam was still wide
awake.  Still holding tightly onto her hand.
	"Couldn't sleep?"  Barbara asked.
	"No, I tried but I'm still too scared." Sam replied.  "I
hope you don't mind my still holding on, it really does make
me feel better."
	"Well I'm afraid that you're going to have to let go
for at least a little while, I need to use the facilities."
said the
Redhead.
	"Oh, I'm sorry."  Samantha sputtered and quickly
released her grip.
	"Don't worry, I'll be right back."  The older woman
said  reassuringly as she rose and started down the aisle.
	She had gone about six rows when she turned and
saw Samantha right behind her.
	"Figured I should make a stop too."  She said.
	"Like having a kid sister all over again."  Barbara
thought, remembering her days with her little sister Jill.
	

	As Barbara exited the bathroom, she decided to wait
for Samantha.  Standing outside the small chamber, she
noted that Sam had forgotten to engage the door lock.  No
problem though, most of the plane was asleep and she'd
stop anyone from walking in on her.
	Five minutes turned to ten, and Barbara began to
become concerned.  Could the girl have gotten sick?
Waiting another few minutes, she reached for the door
handle and slowly opened it.
	"Oh my."  She said softly as she looked into the
small bathroom.
	Samantha sat on the seat, her pink panties down
around her ankles.  Her head was arched back and her eyes
were tightly closed.  What had so surprised Barbara was
that the young lady had three fingers buried in her pussy and
was furiously masturbating.
	"Excuse me,"  Barbara said as she began to close the
door.
	Samantha eyes popped open and her skin flushed a
bright red.
	"Oh shit!"  She exclaimed. "I'm so embarrassed."
	Seeing one of the passengers in the rear seats sit up
in response to the curse, Barbara reopened the door and
stepped inside.  The last thing Sam needed right now was a
public display.
	"Well I guess that's one way to take your mind off

flying."  Barbara said with a grin, trying to make light of the
incident.
	"I really hadn't intended to do this."  Sam said.  "I
just started to stroke myself and it felt so nice.  Pretty soon
I
forgot I was on a plane."
	"Then by all means, continue."  Barbara said as she
again turned to go.
	"Could you still stay with me?"  Sam asked.
	Barbara looked at her reflection in the small mirror
in amazement.  Never could she had pictured herself
standing in an aircraft lavatory at 20,000 feet, watching a
girl half her age play with herself.  Yet twenty years ago,
she could've been that girl.
	"I'll stay on one condition?"  She answered.
	Samantha answered with a quizzical look.
	"That you let me help."
	The bright smile on Samantha's face was all the
answer she needed.


	Lifting the girl into a standing position, Barbara
reached down and slid her index finger into her pussy.
Finding that it was  already wet and well lubricated, she
soon added a second and third finger. Samantha moaned
softly as the sudden intrusion.
	As her fingers worked their magic within the young
blonde, Barbara pulled her closer and kissed her softly.  It
was the first time she had kissed another woman since
college.  She'd forgotten had nice it could feel.  Samantha
returned the kiss, pressing her tongue against Barbara's lips.
The older woman took it eagerly as she savored the taste.
	It was a bit awkward at first, but soon their mouths
were moving as one, while their tongues performed an
erotic dance from mouth to mouth. Their hands eagerly
explored each other's body, fondling cloth covered breasts.
Barbara slid her hand within  Sam's blouse and under the
cup of her  small 32c bra.  Closing on her nipple, she found
it hard to the touch.
	Cramped in the tiny booth, Barbara was limited in
her options.  Once, a long time ago, one of her boyfriend
had initiated her into the mile high club with a frenzied fuck
in the washroom of a 747.  A feat which would've been
impossible in this smaller cubicle.
	"I've got an idea." Barbara said as she shifted
positions with Samantha and took her place over the
commode.
	"Jump up."  She whispered as she helped Samantha
onto the small vanity sink.
	Sitting down on the seat, Barbara now found her
head level with Samantha's exposed cunt.  She reached out
with a cum soaked finger and parted the light blonde hair.
	"Have you ever had anyone do this for you before?"
Barbara asked as she slid the finger back inside Sam's
tunnel.
	"Only once, my boyfriend really didn't like doing it."
Came the reply.
	"Then just lean back and enjoy it."  Barbara
responded as she remove her finger and took a firm grip on
the girl's thighs.  	
	Pulling her legs as far apart as she could, Barbara
wasted no time in diving right in.  It took only a taste to
remind her of how much she used to enjoy licking a fiery
wet pussy.
	It was hot in the tiny cubicle, and the sharp smell of
flesh and sweat quickly filled the room.  Samantha moaned
again and again as Barbara's tongue worked it's way deep
within her.  The more the tangy taste of sweat and cum
filled her mouth,  the more intense became Barbara's desire
to bring the girl to a new level of euphoria.
	If her associates back at the law firm of Brandon,
Richards, Carson and Logan could see her now.  How many
times had they tried to get into their newest junior partner's
pants only to be sent home wanting.  Yet here she was,
risking exposure and ridicule, sucking the pussy of a 19 yr
old girl.
	Finally, Samantha's body tensed and she gripped the
edge of the vanity with all her might.  She trembled with
indescribable ecstasy as a rushing wave of  girlcum burst
upon across Barbara's pulsating tongue and open mouth.
Pressing her face as far within the girl's open valley as she
could, Barbara  swallowed surge upon surge of womanly
joy.  It was like sweat nectar, bringing with it the memories
of youth.  She made herself a promise that it wouldn't be
anywhere near as long before she tasted it again.
	So intense had been Samantha's eruption, that
Barbara was unable to swallow all of it. Small dripping of
the precious fruit of her efforts ran off  her chin and  down
to her breasts.  Her mouth and nose were likewise covered
with a sweet film of girljuice.
	A few seconds passed before either of them could
speak.  Finally, Samantha managed to catch her breath and
said softly.
	"That was intense!"
	"Intense she says."  Barbara thought to herself. "If
the girls back in my sorority could cum like that, I'd have
never even looked at another man."
	Standing upward, Barbara leaned over and kissed
Samantha again. Samantha then responded in kind.  The
girl's probing tongue ran across the older woman's face,
allowing her to taste the sweat and cum mixture that
covered it.

	"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking
came the voice over the intercom.  "We'll be landing at Los
Angeles International in about fifteen minutes, please return
all seats to an upright position and make sure your seatbelt
is securely fastened."
	The two woman cleaned up as fast as they could,
but it was impossible to eliminate the smell of sex that clung
to both of them.  Returning to their seats, they drew several
stares from passenger's as they moved down the aisle.  All
they could do was ignore the looks, secure in the
knowledge that they would never see any of these people
again.
	
	Twenty-five minutes later, they were safely on the
ground and rolled up to the passenger terminal.  Sensing
that Samantha was becoming increasingly  uncomfortable
with the roundabout looks and whispered remarks, Barbara
suggested that she disembark as soon as the door opened.
She, herself would follow her usual practice of waiting until
the plane emptied.
	"I can't believe we did that."  Samantha whispered.
	"Well now you have something to remember the
next time you fly."  Barbara whispered back.


	Then with a smile and a wave of her hand, Samantha
was gone.  Barbara was sure she wouldn't have any trouble
flying in the future.	
	The plane quickly emptied and Barbara simply
ignored the occasional look as someone paused by her seat.
Finally as she was now one of the last passengers onboard,
she removed her small carrybag from the overhead
compartment and started for the door.
	Waiting at the cabin door was the Senior Attendant,
a black haired woman of about thirty-eight.  As each
passenger went by, she gave them the ritual  farewell.
	"I hope you had and enjoyable flight. Thank you for
flying with us and hope to see you again real soon."
	When Barbara reached the door, the Attendant
paused and looked right into her eyes.
	"I guess I don't have to hope that you had a good
flight."  She said with a smile that seemed to beam brighter
than before.
	Barbara paused for a second, wondering if she had
meant the remark as sarcasm.  Before she could think of
saying anything, she felt a business card being pressed into
her hand.  Realizing she was holding up the few passengers
still behind her, she exited the plane, holding the card
unseen in her palm.
	It wasn't until she had entered the terminal and was
away from the last of her fellow passengers that she paused
to look at the card.  It read; Peggy Oxenberg......Senior
Flight Attendant....California Air Express.  Written in red
ink across the back were the words - I'm staying at the
Airport Inn. Please give me a call. I'd love to take you to
dinner.
	Barbara laughed and was about to toss the card in
the nearby wastebasket.  Then, she hesitated for a moment,
and instead slid the small  card into her pocket.  After all,
she would be going out to dinner after her meeting either
way.  And anything was better than eating alone in a strange
city.  Besides, Peggy had, she'd noticed, beautiful emerald
green eyes.

END




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