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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated
and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond
by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One
thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in
your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is.
Thanks and enjoy the story.
- 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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Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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