Flying Threeways

I stepped off the idling bus into the golden sunlight of a warm Mediterranean evening, shouldering my backpack as my eyes scanned the front of the terminal for the closest smoking area. Spotting the telltale cluster of disgruntled, coughing travelers I strolled over, lighting a cigarette and pulling up my ticket on my phone. Just time for a couple quick cigs before checking in. I smoked casually as I looked around watching the myriad of people trail in and out of Barcelona international airport; families with enormous cases and squalling children, business travelers in uncomfortable looking suits with shiny black briefcases that probably held nothing, solo adventurers with unwieldy looking backpacks gazing around in overwhelmed confusion.

My mind rolled back to the previous evening as I smoked, the bar, meeting Luisa, the club, sweaty dancing and too many drinks. These moments played like a cut up reel in my mind, hacked apart by the demon editor, Booze. Until we reached her place, that was mercifully and unmercifully clear.

It had all been going rather well, actually. Turns out Luisa was a certified freak, dropping to her knees and massaging the outline of my cock with her lips whilst rubbing her nipples and moaning as we rode up in the elevator. As soon as we were in the apartment she stripped off and pulled out my cock, slowly teasing my tip, working me expertly with her full red lips, her deep Spanish eyes boring into my soul.

"Mm, you should not be here, I'm a very naughty girl," she purred, her lips tickling the sensitive underside of my tip.

"Oh I bet you are," I groaned. "Does that get you off, baby? Being naughty?"

I cut myself off with a deep groan of pleasure as Luisa took my tip into her mouth and twirled her tongue wildly.

Her lips broke from my cock, "Shh baby, we must be quiet. We don't want to wake them."

I started to ask who "they" might be but was interrupted by Luisa's soft lips gliding down my cock and decided to shelf the question. I planted one hand on Luisa's head and gazed down as she growled lightly and sunk my cock deep into her throat. One hand had slid down to her crotch and she slipped a few fingers inside herself, stroking in time with her bobbing head.

After a few minutes savouring her slow, loving bj I gasped, "Should we take this to the bedroom?"

Luisa's lips slipped from my cock and she hurriedly whispered, "No, not the bedroom, follow me."

She rose quickly from her knees, gave my cock a cheeky tug and pecked me on the lips before turning lightly, her dark, wavey hair spinning behind her, and leading me to a large room that looked like a study. Two walls were lined with ceiling high bookcases, every shelf filled with antique looking, leather bound tomes. A large window took up the third wall, under this a large, equally antique desk and buttoned leather wingback chair was positioned to look out across the vista of the city, sparkling like a jewel next to the inky blackness of the Mediterranean.

Luisa sat on the desk, reclining on her hands and spreading her thighs, revealing her delicious slit. She looked surreal against the backdrop, her naked form silhouetted against the twinkling lights of stars and city.

"Would you taste me, Señor?" she asked coquettishly, running a finger over her moist labia. I gave her a hungry, appreciative grin and sank to my knees before her, breathing in her arousal and feeling myself throb in anticipation as I tore off my clothes.

"I've been dying to taste you since I bought you the first drink," I growled as I dove tongue first between her tanned legs.

We groaned in shared ecstasy as I greedily lapped at her pussy, teasing it with long strokes of my flat tongue, pressing softly then firmly against her trembling cunt. She gasped with satisfaction and I felt her fingers run through my hair as I expertly licked and kissed and sucked at her pussy, feeling her rising excitement in the heat on my face and her clenching fingers in my hair. Before long I could sense an urgency in her, she began humping against my face hard and her thighs gripped my head tight.

"My clit," she gasped in a stifled moan of pleasure. "Suck it, Señor. Suck my clit, por favor." Her voice trembled as she spoke, straining to keep quiet as waves of pleasure raked her body.

I quickly slipped my lips around her clit and sucked it between them, rolling it back and forth whilst my tongue lashed at it and I sucked in time with her growing gasps.

"Yes, Señor, sí, make this naughty girl cum. Oh sí, sí!"

She rubbed her slit furiously across my face, my lips slipped from her clit and roamed over every inch of her pussy, finding just the right spots to keep her trembling, to keep her cumming. I tasted the sharp musk of her juices flowing from deep inside and my brain exploded. I became as mindless as Luisa, just greedily probing her pussy, searching for every drop of that delicious essence.

As Luisa's orgasm subsided, her deathgrip relaxed and she sprawled back on the desk, gently teasing her stiff brown nipples as I kissed her pussy and inner thigh softly, with reverence.

"Dios mio, I haven't been licked like that for..." she panted lightly, thinking. "Let's say too long."

After another few moments of me gently kissing her wet thighs and slit, Lusia sat up slowly and gazed down at me, locking on with those Spanish eyes as her slender fingers slipped into her crotch.

"You've soaked me baby," her fingers tracing the outline of her labia. "Want to feel how wet with that cock?"

I grinned up at her, gave her wet lips a deep, passionate kiss, then rose from my knees, my enormous erection rising from under the desk and laying its length across Luisa's, warm, dripping cunt.

I rubbed it back and forth a little, enjoying the sensation of her warm wetness on the underside of my cock. She gasped lightly as I brushed her clit over and over.

"Ay, Papi don't tease," she whimpered, I laughed and grabbed my cock, slapping it onto her lips over and over.

"Can't wait?" I teased, sliding my tip down from her clit to her eager hole.

"No, Señor, give it to me now," she thrust up against me, my tip slipping in.

We both gasped in simultaneous pleasure and I slowly fed my cock into her waiting hole. I followed her lead, filling her slowly, both of us straining to remain if not silent at least quiet. I figured she didn't want to wake her roommates.

We fucked slowly and passionately, making out under the vista of stars as we savoured every thrust, slowly grinding our sweaty bodies together, building our orgasms, teasing each others nipples, moaning quietly in one anothers ears as the gods of passion took over and we both became their slaves. We fucked the sneaky, silent sex of forbidden lust, biting and sucking every exposed inch of one another, fucking like two shipwrecked sailors in a lifeboat adrift on a sea of stars.

This went on for a long time, changing position occasionally until eventually Luisa was bent over the desk, her pert arse pushed up in the air as thrust into her from behind. Her loudening gasps hooked me back to reality, I could feel her trembling below me and I knew she was close again. I adjusted my speed, faster and harder, pounding into her with the clap of ass against pelvis. I reached around with one hand and squeezed her clit, rolling it in my fingers and enjoying her whimpers of pleasure.

"Sì, sì, oh again. Make me cum again, amor. Make me cum like a naughty girl," she whimpered between breaths.

I pumped harder, pushing down my own orgasm and went to town on her. I hoped her roomie was a heavy sleeper because I was clapping her cheeks hard and fast whilst she moaned and whimpered single words. " Naughty... fuckkk... pícaro... Cumming!!! SÍ!!!

I felt her cunt squeezing my cock for dear life as shock after shock of orgasm shook her body. I kept on pounding and she kept on shaking, biting into her forearm to silence her cries of ecstasy. We slowed down together, me trying to match the intensity of her twitching and shaking until we were both still. Luisa lifted her head from the desk and looked back over her shoulder at me.

"Fuck, papi," she whispered, "That was a good fuck." She pushed back and I stepped away from the desk, my rock hard cock gliding from her pussy as she stood from the desk and turned. Her lithe, sweat glistening body stepped lightly to me and we embraced in the moonlight, our hungry mouths devouring each other, our greedy hands grabbing and squeezing and caressing with unbridled passion and longing.

I wrapped my arms around her damp, dark back and lifted her with ease. Knowing exactly my move, Luisa wrapped her strong, toned legs around my waist and reached down, gripping my cock tight and aligning it with her impatient hole. I lowered her slightly, biting her shoulder as my tip slipped between her silky lips, locking us together and eliciting deep sighs of lust from us both.

Her arm embraced me and I slowly let her down until she was fully impaled with my cock, her satin lips glided up and down my shaft as we fucked slowly but passionately, bathed in yellow moonlight as our lips explored neck and shoulders, hands gripping backs with intimate force as we became mindless slaves of Aphrodite.

Luisa was light, her weight easy for me to take and we stayed that way for a long time, fucking slowly, lost in a haze of sweat and lust. Suddenly I felt Luisa tense and she froze like a rabbit in headlights. I mirrored her, perking my head to pick up any sound. A dull clunk and a heavy shuffle from the other side of the apartment.

"Mierda," Luisa gasped, untwining from me and dropping lithely from my damp grip to a crouched position, throwing my clothes into a bundle then thrusting them rudely into my hand.

"Hide!" she hissed sharply.

I glanced about taking in the complete lack of any hiding space in the room before darting under the desk, lifting the chair rather than dragging it to obscure myself a little. This wasn't my first game of surprise hide and seek.

Luisa tossed her head, looking for the sundress she had left in the hall. The study door clicked open and I watched a small, elderly gentleman poke his head around the door.

He addressed Luisa in Spanish, his voice slight and reedy.

"Luisa, what are you doing in my study, my love?"

Oh for fucks sake, I thought to myself.

"Ah, Señor Ruiz, I came in feeling a little hungry for you. The light was on in here, I thought you were studying late so I wanted to surprise you."

She strutted to him, her erotic body now rendered surreal on account of the trembling septuagenarian in blue striped pyjamas it clung lovingly to.

She brushed his cheek with a kiss. "I was disappointed to find you not here," she pouted "so I switched off the lights and touched myself."

I watched in utter disappointment as Luisa guided his liver-spotted hand to her wet crotch and purred with false excitement under his clumsy fingers.

He kissed her neck and began to push her towards the desk. I reeled in horror, either I was about to get busted or I was about to watch a very close up floor show I did not want admission to.

"Wait, my love," Luisa purred quickly. "Let's go to the bedroom. I want to lay you down and show you what I've been thinking about."

She steered him quickly across the study and through the open door. As she crossed the threshold she gave me a final, longing glance and mouthed, "Sorry," then blew a kiss, closing the door as she went.

I waited until their footsteps had faded and I heard the clunk of a distant door shutting before unfolding myself from under the desk. My cock was still hard and throbbing, jutting stubbornly from my slick pubes but I wasn't going to deal with that right now. I threw on my clothes, checked my pockets and made for the door. Luisa hadn't closed the door fully when she left, allowing me to slip silently into the hall. Guess this wasn't her first impromptu hide and seek either.

As I reached the front door, I thought about how I was going to get out quietly but Luisa had thought of that too. I could hear her down the hall, loud, exaggerated groans of pleasure surely distracting her husband (?) from anything else going on. I snapped back the lock and stepped into the corridor, closed the door silently and headed for the lift.

I hailed a cab and headed back to the hotel, it was 4 in the morning and I needed a shower. I jerked off under the hot stream of water, thinking of Luisa bathed in moonlight, thinking of her tantalising snatch and dreaming of squeezing into her tight ass. I shot my load down the drain, washed up and collapsed in bed.

A group of cabin crew marched by, the flash of uniform colour breaking me from my recollection. They looked out of place in the muddle, their spotlessly neat uniforms standing out against a backdrop of wrinkled and tired looking bodies. One in particular drew my eye as she followed slightly behind, dark hair swept back and lifted in neat french twist and naturally tanned skin, not much makeup required, only a little red lipstick and some black eyeliner that made her hazel brown eyes sparkle in the golden sunlight. I caught myself grinning lustily at her as devious thoughts of those lips whispered through my brain. To my surprise she glanced up and met my gaze, returning a hungry smile of her own as she swept by and into the terminal.

I watched her go, hypnotised by the swishing of her toned ass and wishing we could do more than grin at one another. My ego had been stroked by her returned smile but I would have preferred something else to be stroked. Once she was out of sight I checked the time and, seeing the gate would be open, ashed my cig and trailed into the cavernous terminal, eyes darting to catch another glimpse of the dark haired beauty.

An hour later, I had checked in and cleared security with surprising ease, I was making my way to the gate with a coffee in one hand and a fresh paperback in the other. Reaching the gate, I looked around in surprise at the lack of people waiting to board. Mostly singles and couples, most looking like they were headed to business class. I took a seat on one of the hard, unoccupied metal benches and began to read.

Or tried to.

My mind kept flashing to the night before, Luisa on her knees, me between her legs, her taste filling my mouth, her arms around me as we fucked slowly in the moonlight. Fuck! I was so horny I was contemplating heading to the bathrooms to take care of myself. In an effort to distract my one track mind I put down my book and took inventory of my fellow passengers.

Mostly men, mostly solo traveler's dressed for business class. A few families clustered together in small groups, no young kids thankfully. A couple of tired looking backpackers leafing through dog eared paperbacks like myself. One woman caught my eye, sat on the floor next to a power outlet, thick thighs folded under her and a loose shirt that did little to hide an enormous pair of breasts. I breathed deep and looked away, seriously contemplating slipping away for a quiet moment of self reflection. My thoughts were interrupted by the crew calling for boarding and I got up and joined the short queue. Ok, so maybe the plane bathroom will have to suffice.

*

" Hey, looks like we're row mates,"

I glance up from the paperback and take in my companion for the next few hours. The woman I spotted sitting by the socket. Short and curvy, holiday tanned with thick, blonde hair that cascaded down her back to just above a fat ass. Definite backpacker look, she wore a pair of light gray denim booty shorts that fully exposed her thick thighs and a faded yellow t-shirt that showed a line of smooth skin between shorts and top. An unbuttoned red checked shirt, sleeves rolled up, completed the look.

I attempted to restrain my bubbling libido and offered a friendly smile.

"Looks like it. Nice to meet you, I'm Jake."

She returned a warm grin of her own, her eyes flitting over me appraisingly, "Hey, Jake. I'm Abi."

She reached above her head to stow her bag in the overhead bins, her t-shirt riding up a little as she did, exposing a soft, kissable belly. I stifled a groan and begged my already stiffening cock to please, for the love of God, not now. Maybe when we're airborne I can slip away to the bathroom but not now.

Abi tossed herself into the aisle seat and wormed out of her shirt, her tits jiggling enticingly.

No bra, no bra, my brain screamed as I watched her large boobs sway as she adjusted herself in the seat and my cock surged again.

I know damn it, I internally yelled back, just let us get airborne, please.

"Flying home?" she asked, glancing at me just as I pulled my gaze from her heaving breasts.

"Um, yeah," I replied quickly, my brain barely able to scrape the words together. "You?"

"Yeah, she sighed, "Six months traveling across Europe. Final leg now. What about you? Week in Barcelona?"

"Yeah," I grinned in response, "well, 10 days. Where've you been on your travels? Were you interrailing?"

It seemed she was looking to chat, she began regaling me with tales of her trip from Bucharest westward. I listened with genuine interest, chiming in when I could, trying and failing to resist the urge to gaze at her legs and tits. We chatted right through the halfhearted safety brief given by a severe looking blonde to a mostly empty plane and before I knew it we were picking up speed and taking off.

Abi nattered away unselfconsciously as we rose into the sky and I nodded and smiled along, fighting the tide of erotic lust that was pulsing through me. Her travels had taken her across eastern europe, zigzagging across Central, then coasting around the Mediterranean.

I took notes for my own trips, marvelling at the sheer number of cities and towns she listed, and chatted back about my own various travels. Through the entire pleasant conversation I was willing my cock to stay down and my brain to shut up with its eternal lusting.

"How long were you in Barcelona," I asked.

"Just a week, but I wish I could've stayed longer," she sighed. "Such a beautiful city." Here, let me show you some of my pictures."

She rose from her seat and reached up to the overhead bin, flashing her soft skin at me again as she fished out her bag. She placed it on the floor of the aisle, turned her back to me and began to root through the large backpack slowly, bending at the waist, her denim shorts straining at the seams to contain her voluminous ass. I gawped open mouthed, imagining sliding down those shorts and slipping into her pussy. My cock hardened rapidly and I placed my book in my lap to cover the now obvious bulge in my crotch just as she turned back around.

"Here, it is," she beamed with a glint in her eyes, brandishing the small digital camera towards me and retaking her seat.

I raised an eyebrow at her almost retro camera, "An unusual thing to carry these days?" I remarked. She laughed and replied, "I know, but the Dslr was a bit impractical and I wanted to save my phone's power for maps and stuff. Plus there are other benefits." She powered on the camera and leaned into the middle seat, handing me the camera.

"You press here to switch through the photos," she explained, demonstrating a few times, clicking through pics of La Rambla. I clicked through a few photos slowly, inspecting them in detail, pleasantly surprised at the skill of the shot composition and subject matters.

"Wow, these are some quality shots," I admired, "Are you a professional?"

Abi giggled and slapped my arm playfully, "Don't tease, strictly amateur."

I click through more photos, lucious, green parks, beautifully painted churches, the tight narrow streets of the gothic quarter, my impression of her apparently natural skill growing with each shot. The next shot was a selfie, Abi holding the camera above and in front of her, angled down to catch her upturned winking face, tongue slightly protruding, enormous tits bare and exposed.

My mouth dropped as gaped mutely at the photo for a good few seconds before realising the situation.

"Shit, sorry," I muttered, clicking to the next photo and audibly gasping.

The camera screen showed Abi in full this time as if the camera had been placed on a table. She was completely nude, her skin shimmering with oil or sweat, her hips cocked to one side and her legs crossed in a way that emphasised her thick curves. One arm was behind her back and the other reached up and fell behind her head, pushing her massive tits towards the camera. Where her thighs crossed was the biggest bush I had ever seen, thick, blonde and putting the 70's to shame.

I slowly turned to face Abi, "Abi, what?"

Before I could finish she reached over and clicked the next button.

"You'll like this one," she whispered.

I ogled the screen, my mouth open, my cock now fully raging against the restraining fabric of my jeans.

This photo showed Abi sitting in a metal garden chair, again completely nude, skin glistening. Her legs were lifted, bent at the knee and spread wide, exposing a wet, slick looking pussy nestled in a wild shrub of tangled pubes. Her left arm held the back of her left knee up and the right crossed her front, pushing up her stupendous breasts like atlas holding two globes. Her gaze was locked with the camera, her head tilted coquettishly and her eyes burned with a come fuck me look that couldn't be ignored.

"Holy shit," I whimpered, "So fucking hot!"

"What's going on there?" Abi smirked, lifting the book from my crotch, a flirtatious tone to her enquiry.

"Shit, um, Abi it's... I mean how could I not be... Those photos were.." I stammered, confused about what was happening, surely she wasn't...

"Well we can't have this left undealt with," Abi grinned as she shuffled into the middle seat and, taking the camera back, placed it gently on the aisle seat. Her other hand snaked into my crotch, proving my perverted train of thought correct. Her blue eyes locked to mine and she whispered, "You want me to take care of that for you?" as her hand traced a clear outline of my throbbing hard on.

"I mean, what if someone walked past," she continued, both her hands now undoing my trousers, my cock springing free. "They could be scandalised, such a big meaty cock, so obvious in your trousers," her hand gripping me tight and working my length for a second or two before halting abruptly and squeezing.

"So, did you want me to take care of this? Or?" Abi trailed off, smirking, her lips millimetres from my own.

"For real? Fuck yes Abi, take care of me."

Her hand glided over my raging hard on, wanking me slowly as our lips met in a passionate kiss, me gasping gently as Abi worked my cock expertly, speeding up then slowing down, matching my gasps.

"Mm that good, baby?" she purred in her posh English accent, her lips still pressed to mine. "You like the way I touch you?"

"Oh God, yes," I groaned, feeling her fingers stroke my balls as her hand ran down my shaft. "You're really good at this."

She giggled, "Well I've spent the last six months living from hostel to hostel and hitchhiking. Kinda a survival skill for a girl in those situations."

She dropped her head to my lap and for a wild moment I thought she was going to blow me, instead I heard her spit and felt a wad of wetness splatter onto my head to be immediately spread about by her slow, methodical fingers. Her head rose back up, this time perching on my shoulder, both of us staring hypnotised by my glistening cock and her exploring fingers.

"Yup," she continued, " This hand got me a ride from Rome to Naples when I missed the train; amongst other things"

Abi picked up the pace a little, drawing a groan from deep within me. I glanced around quickly but no-one was near enough to hear. It seemed we had the back quarter of the flight to ourselves. I turned back to Abi and kissed the side of her face, working my way down to her neck, licking and sucking her skin, tasting perfume and sun cream that failed to mask the primal taste of a few days' sweat underneath. The taste washed over me, rushed through my brain, making my cock pulse and a growl of passion to leap from my throat.

"You taste delicious," I groaned as I bit her neck lightly, realising now that one hand had crept to Abi's thick thigh and was caressing it gently, tingling with the touch of her smooth, warm skin.

"Mm you like my taste, hon?" Her free hand seized her t-shirt and tugged it up teasingly, letting her huge breasts slip slowly into view, other hand tugging my stiff cock. "Why don't you get a taste of my big titties?"

I pulled back and drank in the sight of her. Slightly flushed, soft red marks on her neck from my greedy lips, shirt pulled up to expose her phenomenal tits, equally as tanned as the rest of her She'd obviously visited a few nude beaches on her travels.

I leaned in, burying my face between her sweaty tits and breathing deep, suffocating myself in the erotic stink of her sweat, running my tongue between her damp globes, savouring the taste and shuddering with lust. I kissed all over her ample tits, lips caressing every inch of skin before I began to lick and suck at her pink nipples; feeling them harden between my lips as I glazed them with spit. Both of us were groaning quietly with pleasure, only dimly aware of the risk of someone overhearing us.

After a few minutes of this Abi pushed me back from her tits with a grin and whispered, "Now I wanna see how you taste." She bent forward, engulfing my tip in her luscious lips and groaning around it, Her lips brushed my tip as she drew back, "Yummy," she giggled before sinking back down on it. I groaned as my head fell back, a hand entwined in her thick, unruly hair and I bobbed her up and down, savouring her wet lips soaking me and her tongue swishing around my shaft. She pushed deeper, glucking quietly as spit dribbled down my shaft, my hand held her down but she was doing all the work. She teased her own spit soaked nipples as she worked dutifully at my solid cock, soaking me in her spit from tip to base.

I kept a keen eye out across the plane as Abi sucked and glucked at me but saw no movement. She was tireless, sucking me like a pro for a long time, not throating me but blowing me slowly and sensuously, taking her time and treating me to an incredible bj. After a while her lips drew to the tip of my cock she whispered, "How's that feel, sweetie? You like the way I suck it?" I groaned in response and pushed her down again. She giggled, bobbing back up to the tip and whispering, "This technique got me a private hostel room more than once."

She slid down again, this time not pausing as my cock reached the back of her mouth and took three quarters of me into her throat.

I gasped loudly, glancing around again as Abi messily throated me. I felt thick rivulets of deepthroat drool run down my cock in heavy ropes as Abi loudly gagged and choked, "Glrk glcckk slrrp grrk!"

"Abi, shit slow down!" I gasped. "Not so loud!"

She let me slip almost completely out of her mouth, then whispered, "Stop me if you can," before continuing with gusto.

I moaned and gripped her head tight, but found all I could do was encourage her.

"Ooh yes, baby," I whispered, "just like that."

I was in heaven, blown away by my own luck and by Abi's skilled mouth. I alternated between watching Abi's head bob up and down in my lap and looking up and down the aisle to make sure we were undisturbed. Between my quiet gasps and groans of pleasure and the constant gluck gluck of Abi's throat I was glad the only person I could see ahead of us was wearing over ear headphones.

She was an expert at bjs that was for sure, her wet lips never broke contact with my aching shaft and her tongue twirled and licked relentlessly. She took most of my length into her throat over and over, bringing me to the edge of orgasm then seeming to sense the impending load, slowed down sucking slowly and sensually on the tip until the tide had waned then switching back to throating. After the third or fourth edging, I had lost count, she lifted her dripping lips from my rod and pressed them to my own dry lips.

Our tongues met in a clash of passion and we made out sloppily, Abi's hand caressing my wet cock and her dick flavoured spit filling my mouth with the taste of my own meat and running down my chin. She pulled back from the kiss, eyes wild with lust, her lucious, wet lips parted and gasping.

"Oh baby, that's a tasty cock you've got. Bet you wanna fill this pretty little mouth with hot jizz, don't you?" she purred at me, strings of spit running from her lips to mine.

I reached up and gripped her hair, staring into her wide blue eyes, "Oh I'm going to feed you my load alright, you want it don't you? Wanna feel my hot cum fill your mouth and shoot down your throat?" I growled.

"Oh god yes," she whimpered as she gazed into my steely blue eyes. "I want you to fuck my mouth and use my throat. I wanna feel your monster cock shoot off in my mouth."

I began to push her back down but paused as I felt some resistance. She was staring up, her pale blue eyes pleading and a look of urgent need on her face.

"Hold on baby," she whispered and released my grip on her head.

"What's up?" I asked as I fought the urge to grab her head with both hands.

"Sucking your big meaty cock has my kitty all excited," she groaned, reaching down with her free hand and rubbing the crotch of her shorts. She gazed into my eyes with electric lust.

"Do you wanna taste my wetness, baby? I wanna sit on your face while I choke myself with your rod. God, that's filthy, but I wanna 69 with you on this plane."

I grinned at her, "Get those shorts off, now!"

Abi didn't waste a second, slipping back to the aisle seat and glancing quickly around before both hands pulled open the button and fly, lifting her monumental ass to slip the shorts off and revealing her massive, hairy bush of thick blonde pubes. She lifted one leg to the row of seats, bending at the knee and spreading her legs, granting me access to her zz-top esc pubes. I gasped in delight at the sight, immediately leaning forward and lowering my lips to her crotch, breathing deeply the erotic smell of her arousal and her sweat mingling into a mind bending miasma that had me drooling as my tongue snaked towards her dense patch of pubes, searching for the tight, wet slit buried amongst them.

Abi gasped as my gently probing tongue found her delicate slit and began tracing the outline up and down, teasing around her wet hole and softly lapping at her clit.

"Oh fuck, lie flat baby," she whimpered, stroking my head. I rolled over, bringing my knees up a little so my head lay flat on the seat as Abi rose up and straddled my face, her enormous, thick ass hanging over my face. I could smell her hairy, three day unwashed, pussy, it stank of sweat and lust. My mouth watered. Thick, beaded strands of grool dangled from her lips and bush, growing longer before breaking off under their own weight and splattering on my face. Her massive bush continued between her legs, surrounding her enticing slit like a lion's mane and sprouting in a few damp clumps around her winking asshole.

She lowered herself slowly onto my face, my greedy tongue reaching up to greet her eagerly. An electric spark of lust shot through me as the taste shook my tongue. Then I was buried in it.

Abi planted herself firmly on my face, pushing me firmly into the seat and rubbed her filthy, dripping cunt over my face. My cock throbbed and I spasmed under Abi, driving my tongue deep into her musky depths as her asshole pressed against my nose.

"So good," I groaned, my words muffled by Abi's grinding crotch, but she caught my meaning.

"Mmm filthy boy, you like licking sweaty cunt? Does my unwashed pussy get your big old dick nice and hard?"

I felt her hand wrap around my iron hard on, holding it steady as her lips encompassed my tip and began to slowly tease me, her tongue dancing in rhythm with her grinding hips. As she took me deeper and deeper I steadied my own frantic licks and slurps, becoming more methodical, licking with passion at her hard clit and gently kissing her soft lips. I noted to myself a place that hadn't felt the gentle kiss of the sun, the deep recesses of her ass crack and the skin around her puckered hole were as white as snow.

She reciprocated the slow, skillful head, and we lay like that for a while, worshiping each other's sexes with lusty passion, lost in the ecstasy of pleasing and being pleased. I lapped greedily for her juices and sucked her clit tenderly as she took me deep in her throat, slowly, letting her lips glide down almost every inch of my cock and soaking me in spit. I occasionally let out a burst of salty precum which Abi swallowed with grunts of pleasure, rubbing herself especially hard on my face. After a while I felt Abi tense, her lips hesitated on my cock and she gurgled loudly. I sucked her clit between my lips, strummed it furiously and was rewarded by a series of full mouthed groans and thighs clamping my head. She humped my face desperately until I tasted her juices running, felt her twitch and tense again, then relaxed. She collapsed on top of me, my cock popping from her mouth with a bubbling gasp.

She ground her pussy on my face slowly as she whispered, "Oh god, I've needed that. Now," she leaned forward, lifting her dripping pussy from my lips as her mouth engulfed my leaking tip and sucked, causing me to gasp out. "Keep licking and I'll swallow every drop, baby," she slurped.

"Oh yes please," I panted, lifting my head and planting my lips on her quivering labia, kissing her hard and deep.

"Excusez-moi!"

I froze in shock, tongue buried in Abi's pussy, nose pressed to her sweaty asshole, hair tickling my face. I expected my cock to shrivel from Abi's mouth but instead it remained solid, determined.

I slowly pulled my face from Abi's crotch and let it fall to the seat, painfully aware of the long strings of spit that spun out between my lips and Abi's.

Standing before me, upside down but unmistakable, was the very stewardess I had ogled outside the airport. My heart rate surged dangerously high and my stomach flipped like it was auditioning for cirque du soleil. How the hell hadn't I noticed she was on this plane.

"What is going on, here?" She asked in a harsh French accent that did nothing to deflate my cock. I felt Abi finally pull back from my cock and turn her head round to greet our observer.

"Oh gosh," she began in a posh voice, "oh was I doing something wrong" voice that seemed inappropriate for the situation. "We're so sorry, Ma'am. It's just that," she paused to flash a wide smile, "We're um, newlyweds and you, uh, well, that is to say."

"Enough, I know the seat plan, you two are not even supposed to be in the same row," the stewardess snapped impatiently.

I glanced confused at Abi from behind her meaty thigh and she turned her oh was that naughty look to me.

Before either of us could say a word the stewardess spoke.

"Always the same on these quiet flights, some horny couple or two sweaty strangers start touching each other." She reached out one hand and softly caressed the inside of Abi's fleshy thighs, causing her to shudder with shock.

"One thing leads to another, and I have to listen to them fuck through a curtain whilst trying to.. distract myself."

Her hand worked its way up Abi's shaking thigh and had reached her damp slit and started to oh so slowly glide up and down it as the stewardess's second hand began to squeeze Abi's upturned asscheek. The stewardess had a far off, hazy look in her big brown eyes, lightly biting her lower lip as Abi gasped quietly under her strokes.

"Ma chéri I can smell your excitement from here," the stewardess purred in a silky voice as she slid a finger into Abi's wet cunt, making her gasp sharply and groan.

"What is your name, bébé?" the stewardess asked, her voice like honey as a second finger slid in without effort.

"A.. Abi!" she gasped out.

"Pretty name," the stewardess purred absently as she probed Abi's slit, allowing wet drops to splatter my upturned face. Her brown eyes roamed down Abi's shuddering body until she locked eyes with me.

"And you? What's your name, mon beau?"

She slipped her fingers from Abi's pussy and traced them over my lips, coating them in Abi's juices.

"I'm Jake," I groaned, my tongue running over my lips, desperate to taste the succulent juices as the stewardess's fingers probed into my mouth. I sucked at them greedily as she gazed into my soul with those intense brown eyes, savouring the strong taste of Abi's juices and the stewardess's perfume filling my mouth.

She grinned and said, "Well I'm Stephanie, you can call me Steph. I'm your stewardess for this evening." Her fingers slipped from my mouth and moved back to stroke Abi's quivering labia, making her groan loudly.

"Abi," Steph giggled. "You need to be quiet, ma belle. Why don't you put Jake's cock back in your mouth."

I felt a warm mouth engulf my cock and it was my turn to groan too loudly.

Steph laughed and glanced around before, content no one was watching, reached down and stroked my face.

"Suck Abi's clit, Jake. Let's see if we can make her squeal around your cock."

With zero hesitation I buried my face into Abi's crotch, seeking her clit with sucking lips and roving tongue. I lavished her clit with long teasing licks and sucks, watching as Steph expertly fingered Abi's quivering pussy with one hand while inching up her own skirt with the other, exposing well tanned, toned thighs with each inch. Within a few moments Steph had worked her skirt up to expose her crotch, her nylons were held up by black suspenders, a matching set of lacy, black crotchless panties exposed her delicate labia and a small runway of well groomed pubes.

Abi for her part seemed overwhelmed by the sensation of my frantic tongue and Steph's insistent fingers, as a third slipped in she whimpered around my cock, squirming and sinking three quarters of me into her throat then pausing, twitching on top of me, grinding herself on my face and back against Steph's fingers desperately.

I glanced at Steph, watching as she strummed her clit with her free hand, a look of wild lust in her twinkling eyes.

"Abi, ma belle, you look like you're going to cum. Are you going to cum for us, bébé?" she purred in her seductive French accent.

"Urghuck.. mghhnncmm" Abi's gagged around my entrenched cock, spit flooding from her stretched lips and dripping down my balls, I felt her entire body tense the relax over and over as waves of orgasm shredded through her, her pulsing pussy ground against my face as I desperately sucked at her clit.

Suddenly, Abi's mouth pops from my cock and she cries, "I'm gonna sq.."

Quick as a flash, Steph pulled her fingers from Abi's pussy and wrapped her hand around Abi's gasping mouth, slipping the soaked digits into her mouth and pinching her tongue. "Quiet, ma chéri!" she gasped, an edge of pleasure to her own shaking voice.

Abi's pussy slipped forward as she leaned back into Steph's embrace, lifting from my open, lapping mouth just as hot jets of fluid began pulsing out her shuddering cunt. I gasped as a gush of warm sticky juice sprayed my face, coating my lips and running down my face and neck, then Abi pressed her soaked cunt against my lips as she sucked Steph's fingers, and, moaning mindlessly, unleashed a second torrent into my open mouth. I choked as my mouth filled, I swallowed on instinct and continued licking her pussy until she collapsed on top me in a twitching, whimpering pile, my ignored cock pressing against the side of her gasping face Her pussy unleashed a final squirt of liquid directly into my mouth which I greedily swallowed before nuzzling Abi's trembling pussy, her thick bush wet on my face.

Me and Steph locked eyes again and I could read the deep need flashing in them, the hand between her legs was a blur as I softly kissed Abi's labia. " Move, la pute." She gave a cheeky slap to the gasping girl's ass cheek, causing her sizeable rear to jiggle seductively on my face. "Mon tour."

I watched Abi, still recovering from an orgasm she had been craving for three days, sat up a little and slid her sopping slit from my lips looking around hazily. I gazed back and saw Steph turning, pulling her skirt fully up over her hips as she cast an eye over the surrounding seats. Satisfied, she grinned over her shoulder at me and slowly lowered her well toned ass to hover just above my face.

"Kiss my ass, Jake," she whispered. "Show me how much you want to taste this pussy."

I raised my lips and kissed her tanned, pert, arsecheeks, running my tongue over her firm skin, tasting scented lotion and bodywash. I ran my tongue over both cheeks kissing every inch of her flawless rear, working towards her cleft. Just as my tongue probed into her crack she giggled and withdrew a little.

"Your willingness is noted but we are not there yet, mon chéri. Lie flat for me."

I drew back from her tight rear end and let my head come to rest on the seat.

Steph's gorgeous ass lowered and she settled with her damp lips resting against mine as she stared down at me between her toned thighs.

"Lèche ma chatte," she purred, her voice filling me with an electric thrill that spurred me to action. I don't speak French but some things are universal. My tongue and lips caressed and explored her secret regions deftly, I was desperate to worship her perfumed cunt, licking up and down her labia and kissing it passionately, marvelling at the contrast between her light, delicate pussy with it's well trimmed pubes and Abi's, dark, hairy, sweaty snatch. Unsurprisingly, I loved both.

My tongue swept into Steph's wet hole, her turn to gasp which spurred Abi back into action. She rose behind Steph, reaching around and clamping her mouth shut as they both gazed cautiously around, my tongue working in and out of Steph in time with her panting breath. Abi unclamped Steph's mouth and softly turned her by the chin until they were face to face. I watched as they gazed into one another's eyes as my tongue worked away, then as if in response to some signal invisible to me, both leaned in and began to kiss one another, softly at first but with an intensity that grew until they were making out with desperation. Abi's hands caressed Steph's small but perky tits through the white shirt, Steph unbuttoned and shrugged off the uniform's blazer to give Abi better access, tossing it into the empty row opposite.

Steph lowered one hand between her thighs, furiously stroking her clit again, the other reached up, caressing Abi's face as they frantically explored each others mouth while I silently worshipped Steph's pussy, revelling in the mingled smell and taste of both women that danced in my mouth as Steph rode my sticky face with growing urgency.

I increased my tempo to match her need, driving her closer and closer to the edge, burning with a desire to have this divine angel cum on my face. My cock throbbed, forgotten as I poured my entire effort into licking Steph's quivering pussy and bringing her to orgasm.

This carried on for god knows how long, Steph humping my face, riding the rising tide inside while she flicked her clit and sloppily kissed Abi, their tongues jammed deep into each other's mouths as they whimpered in pleasure.

Eventually, Steph broke their kiss with a growl and twisted forward to me, gripping a handful of my hair and grinding furiously against my face.

"Oui, just like that, oui," she gasped in a stifled voice, "Oh you will make me cuuumm!"

Steph's wet pussy pressed over my desperate tongue as wave after wave of orgasm fired through her from her throbbing pussy. She made a noble effort in silencing her cries, letting them out in short sharp gasps in time with her thrusts down on my face, her fingers an iron grip on my hair and her toned thighs squeezing my head tight. I licked down Steph's dripping labia, circled teasingly then probed it deep inside her, tasting her delicious musk coat my tongue and feeling her quiver in response. "Oui," she gasped breathlessly, "Oui, again! Again!"

I felt her pussy tense and relax around my exploring tongue, another burst of that dank, musky taste that thrilled my brain with an electric sensations of lust and desire.

Stephanie slowed her grinding and loosened her grip on my hair as she slowly drifted back to herself. I withdrew my tongue and kissed her labia sensuously and lovingly, brain hazy, wanting only to lick, to taste.

After a few moments, to my immense disappointment, Steph rose unceremoniously from my face and stood in the aisle, skirt hiked up entirely, shirt crumpled and partially unbuttoned by Abi's roving hands. Abi overbalanced and fell forward on to me, smothering me with her sweaty stomach before shifting back to avoid being seen by anyone.

"Fuck, that was intense," Steph exclaimed in a whisper as she glanced around, straightening the little hat on her head as if it's offtiltedness would be the obvious sign that she'd been up to no good.

"You two are very naughty, tempting me like that. You should be ashamed," she smirked playfully at us.

She was gently rubbing her crotch as she spoke, staring intensely at us. She leaned forward and locked lips with Abi, kissing her with passionate tongue, licking at Abi's sticky lips and dripping drool onto my hypnotised face as I watched, mouth agape.

Eventually Steph broke from Abi and her hungry eyes fell to me, leaving me barely time to grin before our lips crashed together and our tongues entwined in a wet, primal dance.

Abi began to rub against me, I could feel her thick bush engulf my throbbing cock and I couldn't hold back my moans of pleasure as one woman ground against my pinned body and the other kissed me passionately from above, running her tongue all over my lips and face and purring sensuously. "Mmm, you taste like pussy," Steph whispered as she lapped greedily at my face.

After a second I felt a second tongue touch my face and I lay there in a sticky erotic haze as the two women kissed me and each other and licked at my face and neck.

"Mmm, I feel you pressing against me. Should I ride it?" Abi whispered directly in my ear, nibbling my lobe.

"Oh fuck yes, ride it!" I groaned in response.

I felt Abi's slick, hairy bush slide up my shaft and groaned in anticipation as she pushed up to her knees and squatted over my crotch. She took my wet, hard cock in a firm grip and guided it between her silk soft folds, sinking onto it with a gasp until I was fully buried in her. Her pendulous tits dangled in my face as she rose up and down on me, enticing me to raise my head up and suck at her stiff nipples. We gasped in mutual pleasure as she rode me slow and shuddering with each deep penetration. Steph slid the fingers of one hand into Abi's mouth, coating them with slick spit before reaching down and toying with her own clit again.

Steph satisfied herself with this for a few moments, teasing her wet slit as Abi rode me slowly, both of us moaning quietly. Steph unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a black peephole bra that matched the panties, her brown nipples jutted out erotically stiff and hard. Then she pushed Abi back, my suckling lips slipping from her wet nipples and clambered onto the seat, facing Abi, knees either side of my head, wet cunt dripping on my upturned face. She pulled Abi to her breasts, Abi instinctively licking and sucking Steph's bullet like nipples as she slowly lowered her wet slit to my lips.

At the last second she shuffled forwards, spreading her toned cheeks with both hands, she brought her tight little puckered hole to my lips.

"Now it is time," she purred, "You may lick my asshole."

I didn't need a second invitation. My tongue raced to touch her, thrilling as I pressed it flat against her, feeling her twitch in that most intimate of places. Steph let out a long, satisfied groan as I bathed her asshole in my spit, my tongue running across her tight rear end while Abi steadily rose and fell, riding my cock with almost mechanical rhythm and groaning into Steph's small tits. I slipped the tip of my tongue into Steph's dripping asshole, twirling and twisting it inside her.

"Oh, mon beau, c'est bon!" she gasped breathily and squeezed my head with her legs.

We carried on like this for a while, both women on top of me, both slowly grinding out their pleasure, building their orgasms slowly. They had reached a sexual equilibrium, Abi riding my cock with the same intensity as Steph rubbing her arsehole on my tongue as they sucked diamond hard nipples and softly, lustily kissed, tongues entwining as they groaned into each others mouths in shared ecstasy, a multitude of hands caressing hot, sweaty flesh.

Gradually they sped up, I could feel the orgasmic tension building in all three of us. Steph grabbed Abi's hand and pulled it to her crotch, gasping breathlessly, "My clit, ma chéri, touch my clit, I am close bébé!"

"Oh me too, me too!" Abi groaned. "Steph, touch me, touch my clit!"

Steph's hand flew to Abi's crotch and their hands became blurs on their clits, matching speeds even in their frenzied lust.

Abi succumbed to the rising tide first, her bouncing ass slapping my thighs vigorously. "Fuck, fuck fuckfuck I'm gonna I'mgonnn.." She was cut off as Steph grabbed her head with one hand and pulled Abi's panting, gasping lips to her own, silencing Abi as her tongue slipped into her mouth whilst her other hand expertly played with Abi's clit.

I felt Abi's cunt tighten around my driving shaft, I was pounding her with reckless abandon, pumping into her trembling pussy and clapping her cheeks without a care about who might hear. I felt her pulse with delight as another orgasm fired through her tired, sweaty body. Her tight cunt contracted and relaxed over and over, her groans of orgasm gagged by Steph's tongue deep in her mouth. I began to wind down my thrusts, feeling the last of the orgasm drain from Abi as her lips parted from Steph's.

"Oh, fuck... Oh thank you," Abi stuttered breathlessly, gazing in post orgasmic bliss into Steph's eyes.

Steph, who was still gripping Abi's head, began to push Abi down to her crotch.

"Oooh, my turn, Abi," she groaned, "Lick my clit, bébé! I am close!"

Abi allowed herself to be lowered to Steph's trembling slit, took her rigid clit between her lips and sucked hard.

"Oui, oh oui, la fille facile, espèce de salope anglaise, lèche ma clit!" Steph whispered in a voice dripping with passion.

It was at his moment I decided to drive Steph over the edge and slipped my entire tongue suddenly and deeply into her asshole. The effect was immediate, Steph gasped loudly, "Oh oui, oouiii!!" and pressed down on my face until my entire tongue was being squeezed inside her and my lips pressed against her contracting ring.

We must've been doing something right, within seconds Steph was trembling under our tongues, her entire body tensed and the orgasm hit her hard.

"Fuck yes, lick me you filthy anglaise, fuck I will cuumm, oh OUIOUIOUI!!!"

The wave broke over Steph and she began to buck wildly, her ass and pussy spasming, frantically holding Abi to her clit with one hand, the other reaching behind her and grabbing me by the hair. She moaned and whimpered as she thrashed her holes in our faces, riding out every possible second, feeling the electric heat burn through every nerve until she slumped sideways against the seat, tugging a gasping Abi from her crotch, bringing her face to her own. The two women kissed each other softly, teasingly, as they ground themselves against me, revelling in their post orgasmic bliss. My own orgasm was close again, and I didnt think I had the strength to hold it back this time.

My tongue slipped from Steph's ass and I gasped against her spit bubbled hole.

"Steph... Abi... I'm... I'm getting close."

Steph pushed her ass down on me, sealing my lips, and spoke to Abi.

"What do you think, ma chéri? Shall we make him cum now?"

"Ooohhh fuckk, not in me, not inside my kitty you naughty boy," Abi whispered without stopping her gentle grinding on my rigid dick.

"Fuuucckk, Abi stop, I'm so close right now," I gasped against Steph's wet asshole. " Please, I'm gonna blow insiiiddee oohh fuck!"

As I spoke she had lifted herself and slid up and off my cock, planting herself on my abs so my cock pressed against her fat ass, twitching madly and dripping pre cum on her thick cheeks.

Steph rose from my face with slightly shaky legs and stepped into the aisle, glancing around again, surprised no one had even looked round, then stroked Abi's flushed face and whispered, "Come to me, bébé." Abi crawled forward, ensuring her hairy, soaked snatch rubbed my face as she climbed into the aisle. I gave it a teasing lick as she passed, satisfied to hear her gasp as I did.

Steph helped Abi into the aisle, Abi casually glancing up the plane, seemingly unselfconscious about her lack of shorts or her exposed, pendulous breasts.

Steph beckoned me to the end seat, I spun about and sat up, legs into the aisle. Meanwhile Steph grabbed a pillow from an unoccupied seat and dropped it in front of my knees and gave Abi a wink. "If not your kitty, then your mouth?"

Abi grinned, "Mmm, that was my plan before you interrupted us." She winked, "Not that I'm complaining."

Abi dropped to her knees and gripped my hard cock at the root, lowered her soft pink lips to my head and took me to the back of her mouth, sucking gently on my already pulsing tip.

"Mmmrrg.. gluckk.. slupp... mmm.. tastes like wet cunt... slrrppslrrrp."

Steph placed both hands on Abi's head and pushed down hard, my cock punched into Abi's throat but there was zero resistance from her, she allowed my throbbing meat into her gurgling throat, dropping her hand to the floor as Steph pushed relentlessly until my entire cock was in Abi's throat, her dripping lips wrapping my straining root. Steph held her there for a few seconds before allowing her to slide back to just the tip. Then, grinning at me she pushed Abi back down, her lips gliding down my slick shaft, drool streaming down my cock and dripping into a pool on the floor.

Steph pumped Abi's head up and down my cock vigorously, in complete control of the depth and speed of Abi's gurgling throat and moaning mouth. Steph leaned in and kissed me, long and hard, giving me an expert throating with another woman's head under her firm hands.

Abi merely gagged and drooled, seemingly happy to have her mouth controlled by another.

"We must be quick," Steph whispered, breaking away from our kiss after a good five minutes of this divine treatment. "Cum for us, Jake. Fill her with your thick seed, mon amour."

I had been close the entire time, fighting the urge to blow from the moment Abi's lips touched me.

"Faster... faster..." I groaned, hearing Abi whimper around my cock as Steph pumped her head down harder. "I'm gonna blow, oh fuck! OH!! Urgh!! FUCK!"

Steph's lips crashed to mine, silencing me with her mouth as Abi was making me scream with hers. My cock pulsed deep in Abi's throat, my first load shooting straight down her clenching throat as I thrust into her mouth. Steph held Abi still as I pumped my ejaculating cock in and out of her throat. My tongue danced with Steph's and I moaned heavily as I shot jet after jet of hot sticky cum alternately down Abi's throat and into her eager, wet mouth.

I grabbed Abi by the hair and pulled her from my cock, leaving her spluttering on a full mouth of jizz. Seeing my intent, Steph reached out and gripped my sticky shaft, pointing my tip at Abi's gaping, cum filled mouth and stroked me rapidly.

I gasped and thrusted againsts Steph's hand, panting as I shot another four heavy loads over Abi's upturned face, splattering on her flushed cheek and dripping into her overflowing mouth. The final heroic burst splattered a thick unbroken line from chin to forehead.

I gazed down in post orgasmic bliss at Abi's painted face and she winked up at me from under the mask of cum, closed her lips, careful not to spill any of the precious load, and swallowed loudly. She opened her mouth, making a show of the fact it was empty. Steph softly gripped Abi's chin between thumb and forefinger and gently turned Abi's doused face to her own. She reached out with a finger and stroked Abi's face, gently gathering the pooled jizz and pushing into Abi's eager mouth.

Steph bent over and shared a sticky kiss with Abi. I watched their tongues dance around each other, my thick, white cum passing from mouth to mouth before Steph locked lips with Abi and greedily sucked it all into her mouth. She pulled back and pursed her lips as Abi tilted her head up and opened her mouth knowingly.

Steph opened her lips and let my cum dribble from her lips in long strings straight into Abi's waiting mouth. Abi allowed it to collect on her tongue, holding the mixture in her mouth until Steph, having dumped all the cum back in Abi's mouth, pursed her lips again and spat into Abi's open mouth. Abi giggled and spluttered through her mouthful, "Mmm thank you, Mademoiselle."

Steph stroked Abi's face gently, "Swallow, la pute," she purred. Abi complied with a happy grin, swallowing hard then holding up an open mouth with pride on her sticky face.

"Très bien," Steph congratulated as she worked her skirt back down her thighs and smoothed it out. Her hand moved quickly up her shirt, doing up the buttons and concealing her small tits as me and Abi panted, struggling for our breath.

Steph was pulling on her blazer and fixed us with a sharp look.

"The pre landing checks will start soon. You two better get cleaned up."

She half turned to step away, paused, and turned back with a cheeky smile, bent down and kissed Abi passionately, then broke off and gave me the same. I felt my semi deflated cock stiffen as her lips met mine and her delicious tongue probed into my mouth. Steph's lips drew back from mine slowly, a thin line of spit connecting us for a moment before snapping.

"This was fun," she smiled at us, then gave a wink, turned and marched to the back of the plane, leaving me and Abi sweaty and sticky and needing more.

I helped Abi to her feet, pulling her into the row and handing her the discarded shorts as I pulled my own clothes over my sex reeking body. She slipped the shorts back on as I watched, saying a silent farewell to her massive bush, and pulled down her t-shirt. Our eyes locked and we were drawn together, our lips pressing softly together as we kissed wetly. After a few moments of slow kissing I pulled away from Abi and let out a quiet laugh.

"What?" She asked, "What's funny?"

"You've got a little something..." I gestured at her face, the last of my cum still glazed her chin, cheeks and forehead.

"Shit," she giggled, "I thought that French tart got it all. Did you hear her call me an English slut?" she asked in a voice of mock outrage.

"Well, you did just have a threesome on a plane with two strangers," I ventured cautiously, grinning like a loon.

"Well I guess that makes all three of us slutty, then " she retorted. I nodded my agreement, "No argument here."

"Well I better clean up," Abi said as she finished straightening her clothes, rising from the seat and stepping into the aisle "Back in a tick."

It didn't escape my notice that she took her camera with her.

Abi returned after about 10 minutes, climbing into the middle seat and cuddling up to me, her curvaceous body pressed to mine and the scent of cum and sex surrounded her like a shroud. I breathed deeply, enjoying the closeness and intimacy of our warm, touching skin. I felt my cock stiffen again in my jeans as Abi snuggled into me and made no attempt to hide or dissuade it.

Only a few moments after Abi's return the crew were preparing for landing, going down the aisle and checking on the few passengers, making sure the seats were in the full upright position, the seatback trays were up and locked and all baggage was stored overhead. The stewardess that checked me and Abi was not Steph but instead a blonde, middle aged, prudish looking woman who eyed our cuddle with some suspicion and gave a disapproving glare at this public show of affection. If only she knew...

30 minutes later we had reached the terminal and the plane was quickly unloading. We untangled ourselves and clambered into the aisle, I passed Abi's bag down and we treked through the now empty plane to the passenger exit. Standing by the jet bridge were two members of the crew. The captain I assumed, a stereotypically handsome middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, and Stephanie. Her uniform was subtly crinkled and her cap ever so slightly off tilt.

An uncontrollable smirk crossed my face and a quick glance at Abi showed the same cheeky smile. I glanced up at Steph to see a lusty smile rise on her lips, fire in her eyes and I said, "Thanks for a great flight," with a subtle wink.

The pilot nodded and said "Je vous en pries," stereotypically self centred.

"Avec plaisir," Steph winked, holding out a newspaper to me and turning her wrist slightly to show a small card held to the paper by her thumb. I took the newspaper from her, careful to secure the card under my fingers.

Abi said "Merci, beaucoup," in an almost bashful voice as she passed and I heard Steph's honeyed voice whisper just loud enough for us to hear, "Bonne nuit, mes amants."

Abi's hand seized my own and squeezed tight as we gazed back at Steph, who gave us a wink, licked her lips and blew a sultry kiss to us as we turned the corner of the jet bridge.

Abi and I walked through passport control, oddly empty, to baggage reclaim hand in hand, the newspaper gripped firmly in my other hand. Once we arrived I ditched the paper in the nearest bin, I can't read French, and pocketed the card without examining it. We waited for the luggage carousel to start up and chatted about our plans. Abi had a bus booked to take her back home, three hours and her travels would be complete.

In one of those odd coincidences of life our bags arrived together, Abi's seemingly having been tossed haphazardly on top of mine. We gave each other a knowing glance and laughed out loud as I hauled both bags from the conveyor belt, placing my own small case on the floor and helping Abi shoulder her bag before picking up my case and walking, still hand in hand, out the airport to the bus terminal.

I saw Abi off on her bus, I was killing time anyway, planning to have some food before taking the metro into the city. I was staying with a friend, Rob, and he wouldn't finish work until 12.

Standing by the bus, Abi hugged me tight then rose on her toes and kissed me deeply and erotically, her tongue filling my mouth and mine snaking into hers, our bodies pressed together and my cock surged back to life with the embrace and the memory of the flight. She pulled her tongue back, wrapped her lips round my tongue and sucked it suggestively, gazing deep into my mind with her pale blue eyes ablaze.

She pulled away slowly and tugged her phone from her shirt pocket.

"Number?" She asked hopefully. I gave it to her happily.

"See you soon, sweetie," she purred, giving me one final wet french kiss before climbing onto the bus.

I walked back into the bus depot, missing the feeling of Abi's grasp I slipped my empty hand into my pocket and felt the rectangle of card, plucking it out and reading the text. It was a business card for a hotel next to the airport, one of these places almost exclusively for passengers in limbo and cabin crew. A room number had been printed in neat looping handwriting along with a short message which read, "Tonight, midnight. xxx"

I smiled and glanced at my watch, 2300. Good, time for a quick pint and something to eat. I was feeling incredibly hungry, despite all I had eaten tonight. I pulled out my phone and messaged Rob.

"Hey man, don't wait up ;)"

*

Abi climbed onto the bus with butterflies in her stomach, heart fluttering from that last kiss and lust burning in her. She took a seat at the back of the mostly empty bus and after a moment or two getting comfortable, took off her shirt and draped it over her lap, unbuttoned her shorts and slid her fingers into her thick bush, gently teasing her still soaked kitty as the bus grumbled to life and took off into the dark.

At the third stop she was interrupted, quickly buttoning her jeans as a tall blonde man walked up the aisle and sat at the opposite side of the row from her. She noted a camera bag strapped around his slim shoulders and leaned over.

"Hey, she grinned, "Going far?"

The stranger replied cheerfully, glad for someone to chat to and told her his destination.

"Wow what a coincidence, me too," she gasped. "By the way, is that a camera? I'm a bit of an amateur photographer myself. Wanna compare photos?"

She grinned a sharp wolfish smile and crossed the aisle.