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You're My Last Flight

As Bobbie went up the escalator to the boarding lounges she looked back to see Emma standing below her, on the other side of the security gates. Usually it was her best friend and lover going up and away, on an assignment interstate, while she stayed behind and watched her go. She saw Emma wave, forlorn, by herself. It wasn't right. The long fall of Emma's hair caught a glint of sunlight from the high windows, almost a halo. Bobbie swallowed, shook her head, and with a final wave, she turned to walk into the wide open space of the upper concourse. Her eyes were misty, so she wiped them with one hand, pulling her wheeled bag with the other.

"It's always sad, isn't it, leaving someone behind." She heard a quiet voice beside her, and looked up to see an older man looking down, walking beside her. "I couldn't help notice. Are you sisters?"

People always thought that. They looked so similar with their long blonde hair and blue eyes, both little women with lithe, slim figures. Emma's anyway, Bobbie often being mistaken for a teenager. "Yah," she replied, falling into the deceit easily, not wanting to explain anything to anyone, why should she?You

"I can see the love in your eyes. That's very sweet."

He was walking faster than she was, his own wheeled bag going click click on the tiled floor, and he moved on ahead. Bobbie followed him with her eyes, observing broad shoulders in a casual jacket. He walked with a smooth glide, with a hint of a slink, like a panther or some other big cat. Bobbie grinned. Whatever made her think of that? As she walked on, she began to curl fingers through her hair. Emma called her kitten, sometimes.

Bobbie smiled. You can dream on the plane, she said to herself, knowing she would, being lulled by the steady moan of the engines and the murmur of movement from the cabin crew. Work was paying, so she was flying business class, not down the back with the restless children and tired parents. She didn't like travelling much, always tried to sleep to make it go quicker.

She stopped at the boarding gate at the end of a queue, ready to scan her ticket. Her tall man was up ahead, half a dozen people in between them. The young woman at the gate suddenly smiled and looked spontaneously sexy. He must have said something to charm her. The queue moved forward, and Bobbie turned her fingers through her hair.

"Thank you ma'am," the woman said. "Down the ramp and go left, for business and first class." She looked at Bobbie, and wore too much makeup, but was attractive in that business-like way that aircraft crew have. Ma'am? Don't be ridiculous. You only said that coz you're programmed. Maybe the business class ticket gave Bobbie away, showing she was older than she looked.

"Thank you," she replied, and her mind suddenly flashed on the woman half naked, her body sprawled on a bed. She blushed, and the other woman saw it, because her eyes opened wider and the corners of her mouth moved up in a tiny, appreciative smile. Bobbie heard the drawl of Emma's voice in her head: if you think it, it shows on your face, you can't hide it. You're signalling, Bobbie, and she saw it.

Bobbie looked down and was suddenly busy with her phone, sliding it into her shoulder bag. "Turn your phone off for take-off," the woman said, to end the encounter or to begin it. Bobbie felt goosebumps down her arm, quick prickles of arousal, or something.

On the plane, she found her seat, Row 6B.

"Can I help you with that bag?" the man asked, getting up from his seat by the window, 6A. "These overhead lockers..." He left it unsaid, that she was a little woman, and even on her tippy toe tips, needed someone's help to stow her bag. Usually she had to ask, people were so oblivious.

"Yes, thank you. It's kind of you to ask."

"I try to be," he said, as he lifted the bag up into the locker. Next to his, Bobbie thought, catching a glimpse of a dark blue bag. "To be kind, I mean."

"I think you must be," she replied. "You made that girl's day, back there."

He smiled back at her. "She looked tired, so I asked, 'Busy day? Nearly over?' 'Yes, you're my last flight,' she replied."

"You gave her a little something, that's for sure." Bobbie blushed again, her own vision of the woman flashing forward into her mind's eye. By now, she was totally conscious she was playing with her hair, looping three coiled strands through her fingers. The man watched her do it, and did his pupils flare in response?

Bobbie sat in her designated seat, as did he. They both buckled their seat belts and stretched out their legs. Bobbie, being more leg than body, was very small next to him, her head only just at his shoulder. They could have been father and daughter, away on a trip to see...

She caught herself going into a dream-like trance, and to stop herself falling she said, "I don't really like flying. I just want to get there, not this bit in between."

"Me neither," he confessed. "I'm much happier back on the ground. When those wheels go 'clunk' and the engines roar. That's when I relax. Back on the ground."

"That's like dancing," Bobbie said. "Flying through the air is easy, it's the landing you gotta get right."

"You're a dancer?"

"Yes. Ballet. I teach now, but I've danced in performance. Still do, sometimes."

"Really?"

Yes, really, and Bobbie began to tell him, and the telling was easy, the story she told him, being told.

After take-off the cabin crew rolled trolleys down the aisle, serving tea, coffee and refreshments. The attendant from the gate stopped right by their row, and Bobbie admired her long thighs and a nicely curved bottom, the woman's skirt taut on her body, the cloth clinging to her ever so slightly rounded belly. The attendant looked down at Bobbie and the man sitting with her, and her eyes lit up with recognition - no doubt reminded of his gentle attention and Bobbie's give-away blush. Bobbie curled her fingers through her hair.

"Tea or coffee, sir?"

"Coffee please, a milk and sugars." Bobbie liked his low voice, with the trace of an Australian accent and somewhere else too, but she couldn't quite figure out where.

"Ma'am?"

Bobbie grinned inside, she could get used to this. "Same," she said, keen now to claim some ownership over him, even to suggest they were a couple, drinking the same drinks, knowing each other's taste. In a travelling sort of a way.

She noticed, or thought she did, that when the woman handed him the cup, there was a deliberate ever such a quick touch of her fingers to his. So quick another woman would notice, but an unobservant man might not.

After the woman and the trolley moved on down the aisle, Bobbie saw him touch his fingers to his cheek, as if to sense a tiny rise in temperature that lingered there.

"She likes you," Bobbie commented, as she stirred sugar into the coffee in her paper cup.

"She does," he replied, looking down at his inquisitor with a lovely crease of a smile in his eyes.

Bobbie suddenly knew, with a sudden intuition, a quick flash of her own witchery, that here was a man who liked women, who liked women very much. A man who was giving her his attention. A man with a confidence in himself to quietly acknowledge, "She does," as if that knowledge was something precious, not something taken for granted, but a truth that... just was.

Bobbie gave him her name, holding her hand out to shake his. "I'm Bobbie," she said, "Bobbie Brown."

"Adam," he gave her the gift back. "Adam Cain. It's lovely to meet you, Bobbie Brown."

When the crew came back up the aisle with the trolley and the black plastic bags for rubbish, the cabin attendant saw them each turned in towards the other, and they could have been lovers. She smiled down at them, and envied the little woman sitting in 6B.

Later, when the cabin lights were dimmed and most of the passengers were dozing, the attendant heard the ping of a call button. She went silently down to the sixth row. She saw the young woman with her head on his shoulder, her face completely hidden behind a fall of long blonde hair. She'd curled her legs up onto the seat and leaned into him. He was reading, the light from above like a tiny spotlight onto the page.

He smiled up at the woman in the aisle. "Could I have an orange juice, please?"

"Certainly sir. Anything else?"

"No, not tonight. Thank you."

She smiled down at him, and although she was tired, her face softened. Another night, then, she thought, with a shiver down her arms. "I'll just be a moment."

When she brought the juice back in a clear plastic cup, she lingered the longest moment she could, before handing him the drink. He took it, and looked up at her, a look straight into her eyes.

"Thank you. Not long now."

She knew he meant, until landing, but it would have been nice if he meant something else. She looked again at the sleeping girl and thought, she looks so tiny and small, curled up there with her head on his shoulder. He could have been her father, after all.

She went back up the aisle to her seat by the galley. "Are you okay, Lisa?" the crew chief asked, seeing a faint flush on her cheeks.

"I'm fine," she replied. No, I'm not. She had no idea what was happening.

When the 'Fasten Seatbelts' sign came on, half an hour before landing, there was a flurry of activity in the cabin, a last putting of books and devices in bags, tray tables up, a last run down the aisle with a bag for the rubbish. Lisa wanted to pause by Row 6, just to see them, but the flight path was bumpy, so she hurried back to her seat and strapped herself in. She realised her nipples were erect, but the cabin was warm, not cold at all. She closed her eyes and laid her head back, and enjoyed the lingering arousal. She was tired, it must have been that. Or the dreaming.

The solid thunk of the wheels descending broke her revery, and she returned to where she was. On the last flight of the night, nearly landing. She looked around, and saw the crew chief staring blankly ahead, like a zombie.

Despite the bumping as they came in, the touchdown was smooth. A delicate one-two touch of the wheels onto the tarmac, then the roar from the engines and the steady slowing down. Adam looked at Bobbie and said, "That's better, being on the ground."

"Yah, you gotta nail that landing! Both me and Emma, we got that ingrained."

During their conversation before Bobbie dropped off to sleep, she'd revealed that Emma was in fact her room-mate, had been a skater when she was younger, and hinted their relationship might have been something more. Adam didn't pry, didn't need to. He'd seen the brightness in Bobbie's eyes as she looked back down the escalator towards Emma, seen the softness of deep love on the girl's face. It was, after all, why he'd spoken to her.

"Let me get your bag down," he said. Bobbie shuffled sideways out of his way, then waited as he got his bag down too. "There, two bags, side by side."

"Nah," said Bobbie, "the aisle isn't wide enough to go side by side, and besides, we ain't getting married." She laughed, and her eyes sparkled with happiness. Talking with Adam had put her in such a good mood. "I mean, not yet, not now. Anyhow." She blushed. "My brain gets in the way! What am I saying?"

Adam laughed with her, cheerful at the idea of this slip of a girl in a wedding dress. "I think I'd be the one giving you away, to be honest."

She reached up and touched his arm with her hand. Just then, the queue in the aisle began to move, and they slowly went forward, Bobbie in front, his comment left behind.

When they got to the aircraft exit, Lisa said, "Goodnight, thank you for flying with us."

"Thank you for looking after us."

"My pleasure, sir, ma'am. Perhaps you'll fly with us again?"

She meant me, not us, but they were gone. She watched as they went up the walkway from the aircraft. The man on the left, pulling his bag with his left hand, the girl on his right. She saw the girl loop her left arm through his, and the way he looked down and smiled. Lisa smiled too, seeing them go. Surely they must have been travelling together, to have such a delightful intimacy?

Outside, at the taxi rank, Adam asked Bobbie, "Where are you staying?"

"At the Palisades, in town."

"That's near mine, I think. Perhaps we could share a cab?"

Bobbie looked up at him. She didn't need to make an appraisal. She'd already decided, some more time with him would be a delight. "Yah. I'll pay though. Otherwise work will wonder what I got up to, if there's no voucher into the city."

"Okay, I can live with that. Tell you what, I'll buy you breakfast in the morning." He paused, and chuckled. "That's not an invitation, by the way. It's far too late for dinner, and we're in different hotels, so I'll meet you. If you've got time in the morning."

"I do," Bobbie replied. "That's a lovely idea. I will. I'll look forward to it. I've got two days full of tax audit, so a breakfast with a gentleman, that'll be nice."

"You sharing, or what?" said the cab driver. He was already out of the car, opening the trunk for their bags.

The taxi dropped Adam off first, as his hotel was a block from Bobbie's, not a long walk in the morning. The driver had given Bobbie a speculative look when Adam said, "Drop me first, at The Fantastic. She's paying." He'd been watching them in the rear view mirror whenever he could, trying to figure out what was going on. At first he thought sugar daddy, but then, wasn't sure. Clearly they were affectionate, the glances she gave him, the bright chime of laughter when he said something. They were sitting, each leaning against their own three-quarter window, with the space of the seat in between them. Not touching, unless in their minds they were touching.

The cabby was pretty good with human dynamics, having seen endless dramas in the back seat, knowing when to open his mouth and when to shut it. He'd seen death, divorces and marriages, even two babies being born. Shoulda been a therapist or a mid-wife, me. But these two, he couldn't quite figure them out. The best he came up with, at the end of the run from the airport, was a father with a vagrant daughter. But even though she was tiny, she didn't seem like anyone's little girl, seemed older than that, with some wisdom. But when the guy got out first, the cabby shook his head. What do I know, anyway?

At the Palisades, Bobbie leaned over the back of the driver's seat to slide her credit card into the reader, and he smelled the fresh scent of apples in her hair. She brushed her hair back to stop it falling, as she poked in the PIN with her forefinger, four quick automatic taps then Enter. She suddenly turned and place a quick kiss on the cabby's cheek.

"I saw you watching. I can't figure it out, either."

Taken by surprise, the cabby got out to take her bag from the trunk. Usually he'd just pop the trunk, let them do it. He lifted the bag up over the lip, then pulled up the handle.

"Here you go, Miss. Have a good night."

"I reckon I'll sleep like a baby. There's the morning, though..." to look forward to.

He watched her as she disappeared into the big rotating doors, a little woman with long blonde hair pulling a travel bag after her. She was tiny, had no woman's shape to her, but oh wow!, he thought, she is sexy. He got back into the car and smelled apples.

* * * *

"Oh my god, Emma, this guy I met on the plane!"

After a long hot shower and wrapping herself in a hotel dressing gown so warm and fluffy that Bobbie looked like a tiny polar bear, she lay on the bed with a complimentary drink from the fridge, and rang Emma.

She told Emma the story, right from the first words he spoke, all the way through to the blown kiss back at her as he went inside the big revolving door at his hotel. She mentioned the tingle on her skin from the brief encounter with the woman at the boarding gate, her assessment of Adam when she said, "She likes you." The way she hooked her arm in his as they left the aircraft and walked up the exit ramp. Even the affectionate kiss on the cheek she gave the cab driver. The only thing she didn't mention, suddenly shy with Emma, was their brief conversation about a wedding dress and Bobbie in it, Adam giving her away.

Emma listened to the bubble and zing in her lover's voice, prompting her when... but no prompts were needed. Bobbie overflowed with excitement, Emma could hear it tumble and spill all the way through the ether.

"I mean, Emma, we even started talking about Argus and his eight eyes, watching everything!"

"What you're saying is, you threw your intelligence at him, and he saw it stick. Sapiosexual encounter, much?"

Bobbie blushed, "Yah. Maybe. But Emma..."

"So you're going to see him again? At breakfast, when he's buying?"

"Yah. What should I do?"

Emma was silent for a long moment. Then she said, "You know how I've still got that business card, with my cell number written on the back? How I lost my nerve that time?"

"Umm, yes..."

"Don't lose your nerve, Bobbie. You should go for it. Him, I mean. This Adam Cain. You can tell me more about him when you get home. But honey, how are you going to sleep? I can hear your mind buzzing from here."

"Yah... that's the second reason I rang you. I want you to, you know... talk to me..."

Bobbie didn't take very long, being tired and aroused, missing Emma. She didn't take very long at all.

* * * *

The next morning Bobbie went down to the hotel dining room and got herself a table by the window, overlooking the street. Outside, the morning rush was well underway, buses, trucks and cars a steady flow, a bustle of pedestrians on the sidewalk.

She felt far more civilised than the night before. After her long call with Emma, Bobbie had slept without dreaming, her body tingling from their sexual release, leaving her contented and sleepy. When she woke, she sent a quick text to Emma, < I'm awake. Goin down for breakfast in ten minutes >

< Gopher it :) > she got back in reply.

She looked across the room and saw Adam coming in from the atrium, seeing his long stride. She stood to catch his attention, and was greeted by a warm smile as he came towards her. She tippy toed up for a kiss, his lips warm on hers for a second.

"Hello, honey, how are you this morning? Slept well, I trust." Adam pulled her chair back, and she sat down, not used to that tiny courtesy. Being a dancer she held herself gracefully, and even though she was only a little woman, Bobbie had a presence, an aura, that made her seem taller. Her long, golden blonde hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, nearly down to her waist. Her eyes were sparkling bright, the clearest bright blue of a high summer sky.

"Like the proverbial baby," she replied, blushing as she remembered who he was, the unspoken invitation, and Emma's voice the night before. "Ready for a busy girl's breakfast." She reached out to touch his hand, the tip of her fingers against his fingertips. Her hand was much smaller than his.

"Hungry then? Let's eat." They got up and went over to the buffet, where they each piled up a plate. "My god, Bobbie, where are you going to put that lot?" Adam was astonished at the size of her helping: bacon, eggs, toast, mushrooms.

"I've got the fastest metabolism," she replied. "I turn food into heat. There's barely an ounce of fat on my body. I mean, I sink when I'm in water, I don't float." She looked down at herself, looked at Adam, and grinned. "Hope you like women with tiny tits!" She blushed. "Oops..."

"TMI?" He laughed, and tucked into his own plate with gusto. "I'm bloody hungry, too!"

How does he do that, Bobbie thought, letting me flirt and not make a fool of myself? He obviously heard what I said, but didn't even blink, gave nothing away. Emma would slap me!

"Like some coffee?" Adam caught the eye of a server, who came across with two cups and a glass jug full of coffee.

 

A movement by the door made them both look up. "Isn't that the girl from the plane?" Bobbie asked. "All by herself?"

"Maybe she's on a rostered day off, on a layover. See, she's in casual clothes."

"Can we invite her to sit with us, do you think? If she's by herself. You should do it, invite her over." Bobbie remembered what she'd said on the flight. She likes you.

"Why not?" Adam looked at Bobbie, and could see the attraction on her face. The other woman clearly intrigued her, and Adam sensed something more, something sexual. He too was curious, so he got up and went over to the woman, to introduce himself.

Bobbie saw how the woman responded to him, touching his upper arm, then very briefly, her hair. Bobbie felt a hot warmth in the depths of her belly, a slow throb of delicious arousal. She surreptitiously slid her arm against the side of her right breast, and felt her nipples thicken, grow tighter. She looked down at herself, saw how her nipples pushed against the cloth of her top. Her breasts being as small as they were, Bobbie rarely wore a bra, and she liked the quick arousal of soft cloth rubbing on bare skin. Her fingers curled through her hair. She watched Adam and the woman come over to the table, and stood to greet her.

"Hi, I'm Bobbie." She looked up at the woman's face, saw far less make-up than the night before, and saw how her skin was faintly blemished. Too much make up, honey, you got yourself into a circle. But she liked seeing that, it made the woman seem much more human, more herself. Being herself on her day off, invited to sit with strangers. They were all strangers here. Bobbie's heart raced.

Bobbie was the smallest of the three, barely five feet tall. Adam was easily six foot, and the woman, somewhere in between. She'd get a crick in her neck, looking up at them. It would be different, lying down on a bed. Bobbie blushed. If you think it, your face shows it, Emma says. Ohhh...

The woman saw Bobbie's reveal, the same way she'd seen it at the boarding gate, and she couldn't stop her own autonomous reaction. Her hand moved quickly to her throat, to hide her own flush, very faint. Adam saw their quick loveliness, and instinctively knew he was lucky.

"Hello, I'm Lisa. You were on the flight last night, my last flight." She shook Bobbie's hand in a greeting, and her hand was warm.

"Yes, we were. We caught up for breakfast, and we saw you come in. It was my idea to ask you to join us. Adam does the honours, he's so much more graceful than me."

"Don't believe her," said Adam, "Bobbie's a dancer, she'd swirl around me in circles. I'd be her point." Bobbie had explained that to him, how a dancer uses her partner as the point around which everything moves, the still point she always come back to.

"Wait. Do you mind me asking? You're not together?" Lisa was puzzled. They caught up for breakfast? She could have sworn they were together, on the plane. Although, thinking back on it, they weren't together in the queue. Only on the flight, there in Row Six, and Bobbie's arm in his, going up the ramp into the dark of the night. And here they were now, in front of her.

"We're not, actually," Adam replied, "but we struck it off, on the plane. My shoulder's just right, apparently, for sleeping."

"Yah," Bobbie added. "Better than a pillow. He's big, safe and warm, and we had a lovely conversation. Come on, do sit down. Tell Adam what you want, and he'll get it. From the buffet, I mean."

They each looked from one to the other, and they knew. Bobbie gave the tiniest smile, more to herself, but it showed in her eyes, she couldn't hide it. The air seemed to move in around them, as if the world had taken in a deep breath. The colours in the room were suddenly sharper, richer, and with a hush they leaned forward into a communion.

Lisa looked at them both, and again saw the connection between Bobbie and Adam, the way they leaned towards each other, so subtle you'd barely notice. She realised they were mirroring each other too, but she couldn't work out who was leading. Bobbie's a dancer, she heard Adam's voice, so perhaps they were so in tune with each other, their intimacy was already seamless. She wanted to be ever so close to them, to share such a sweet simple joy. Even if she wasn't a part of it, Lisa loved being close to lovers.

They weren't lovers, from what Adam had just said, but Lisa could see that they would be. It was only a question of when. "How long are you in town?" she asked, hoping they'd have the same answer.

"Only a couple of days," Bobbie replied. "How about you, Adam?"

"Till the weekend. I go back this coming Sunday."

"Oh, that's a shame," said Lisa. "I've only got tonight. I fly out again in the morning."

She glanced directly into both their gazes, and registered how their pupils dilated when eye contact was made. She took in a deep breath, her breasts rising under the crisp white blouse that she wore. She looked down at Bobbie's chest and saw that her nipples were erect too, tight little braless peaks pushing against the cloth of her top. Lisa saw Bobbie swallow. Adam must have been drowning within their combined feminine sexual sea. She looked directly at him, with a questioning look.

Adam nodded, just the once, then he said, "Lisa, what will you have? Let me get it."

He meant breakfast, then the second course.

Lisa glanced across at the buffet, and realised it would be much simpler if she served herself. That way she'd get exactly what she wanted, and could pretend it was only about food. "No, let me. I don't quite know what I want, not yet."

From the buffet she looked back at the table, and saw that she was observed, both Adam and Bobbie watching her. Making sure she couldn't get away? No chance of that. Lisa didn't often meet couples who signalled their desire so blatantly, both for each other and for her, to invite her within their intimate embrace.

It had taken Lisa years to understand this quality about herself, a complete lack of jealousy over arousal between others. Then one day she discovered there was a word for it: compersion. And later again, the Buddhist term, mudita. She thought they were clumsy words. The idea was so beautiful, the words should have been beautiful too. Words like intimacy and embrace, maybe they were good enough.

Lisa returned to the table, her breakfast kept simple, toast and butter and honey, and six strawberries in a small bowl. There wasn't much time, she mustn't waste it. So she took a strawberry, took one bite from it, and offered the other half to Bobbie, who grasped immediately what the gesture meant. She in turn took her strawberry, bit into it, then offered half to Adam. He repeated the ceremony with Lisa.

Thus joined, they looked from one to the other to the other.

"Tonight then," Adam said, "let's meet at my hotel around six. I'll buy us all dinner, and arrange separate bills. I'm my own business, I don't need to claim expenses. But both of you do."

* * * *

They met in the front bar of The Fantastic Hotel on Curzon Street just before six, and watched the trams curve wide around the intersection like large snakes, segmented into four sections. Sparks skittered blue from the wire.

Both Bobbie and Adam were dressed in work clothes, having come straight from their assignments. Adam quite casual, plain shirt and a jacket; while Bobbie was precisely dressed in a black corporate skirt, black tights and sensible heels. And an ever so subtle off white shell top. Her hair tied back in a tight bun, which accentuated her cheek bones and forehead.

Lisa in contrast was all colour, dark blue denim jeans and a cream coloured top, and a multi-coloured scarf around her neck, purples and greens, reds and blues, yellow like buttercups.

"I bought it from the markets down by the river, so many booths. I wandered for hours, bought lunch. The sun was glorious. I don't get enough, being in planes every day, so I sat there, the sun on my back. Just wonderful! Drank two glasses of vino at lunchtime, and thought of you both. Wondering..."

"What we'd be like together?" Bobbie looked across the table at Adam. "I've been wondering that too." She blushed, a bloom of faint blood on her cheeks, and placed her hand on the table, palm facing up. Adam covered her little hand in his, and the way he looked at her...

Lisa felt a warm heat spread up from her belly, firming the flesh of her breasts, jangling an exquisite tingle behind each nipple. Her heart rate increased, surely they'd hear it? She knew she'd be wet when she touched herself.

Bobbie felt it too, swallowing twice. She called it her mouths getting wet, her saliva and her wet pussy wetness. She touched her throat, and her blue eyes brightened. "I love this first moment..." she whispered. "It's like the morning of a new day."

"Which is curious," replied Adam, "because here we are, the glimmering of night in the distance." He looked outside and saw the reflection of a huge orange sun descending, golden light shining, reflected in the high glass building on the other side of the road.

"Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee

With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,

And drank coffee, and talked for an hour."

Bobbie recited words from the poem by Eliot, and the words fitted the gentle, life warming mood that enclosed them. They might have been the only people in the room, in the world, until a waiter came to take their order.

"Anything you like," Adam said, "regardless of price. Don't even look at it."

"That's very generous, Adam."

Lisa put her fingers to his lips and they were soft, velvet soft. His presence gave her life, so alive! I'm happy, so happy! Her smile came from way down inside her, all the way from her heart. She nearly swooned when Adam looked at Bobbie and asked, "What would you like, honey?"

"Umm, don't know yet. Give us a minute," she said, looking up at the waiter.

"Certainly, mademoiselle."

Bobbie grinned at Lisa. "Better than ma'am, anyway!"

"The funny thing is," said Lisa, "you're probably younger than me."

"Ha! I'm always getting carded. Emma says I should get my birth date tattooed across the tops of my tits, coz that's always where the bouncers are looking!"

Who's Emma? Lisa wondered.

Bobbie decided on her meal, and Adam signalled the waiter to return. The young man was efficient, and read each order back. "Ah, oui, pommes de gratin, mademoiselle, c'est vrai?"

"Oui, c'est vrai. Merci." Bobbie smiled up him, and he tapped his pen on the pad to punctuate the order.

"What a handsome boy," said Lisa, watching him go, then turned back to the others.

"You watch, Bobbie will get the best service," Adam commented.

"Moi? N'est pas possible!" Bobbie, grinned. "I never flirt with the waiters!" I like older men. She glanced across at Lisa, who was watching Adam, observing how he looked at the girl.

Lisa wanted to touch them both. Her thoughts were quick in their turning, but she kept her hands to herself. Her mind wandered. She figured that, since Adam had invited them back to his hotel, he would invite both of them to stay the night in his room. She wondered what the dynamics would be. Would she be the observer, watching Bobbie and Adam together? She sensed the young woman was playful, adventurous.

Adam had a grace and a charm about him; would he indulge the girl, let her tease and torment him... up to the point where he took control? Lisa thought of lions and their cubs. Might she be a lioness? That was presumptuous. He hadn't even asked them yet. Although, this dinner invitation...

"Penny for them, Lisa?"

Adam had seen her disappear into herself, and reached out to her. He could see that they were all attracted each to the other. He could imagine bedding both Lisa and Bobbie, different women, different ways; and to see them together would be wonderful. He would willingly sit aside and let the women make love.

"I... don't know what will happen tonight," Lisa replied. "To tell the truth, seeing another couple's intimacy is such a joy for me, it's enough to be near you. But I don't know where I fit in. If we went further."

"It's okay, Lisa. Adam and me, I don't think we're selfish. You turn me on as much as Adam does, and I'm rather flexible in my desires. A good man's good cock, and a good girl's good pussy. I like both. Sometimes both at the same time."

This time Bobbie didn't blush. Her arousal was coming over her quickly, and her announcement brought them quick to the chase.

"Let me get the bill then," Adam said, signalling to the waiter.

* * * *

On the way up to his room, in the elevator, Adam stood between the two women. Bobbie, who was already his familiar, had her arm through his, and her head against his shoulder. No longer sleepy, her body was on full alert, her mind running fast. She'd always been fearless, sometimes foolish, but this man she'd found, she instinctively knew, he was safe. They'd not talked about taboos, but she had some. Perhaps they could play with the innocent ones, the ones she explored on occasion.

Lisa was nervous, this encounter unexpected, but the aura from the girl was pulling her along, silver threads on her nipples and the warm hot weight of something much more than desire in her belly. She shivered, and Adam felt it. He bent down to kiss her hair, just like a father might with his daughter. Oh god! Was that it? She'd thought they could be father and daughter, on the flight, and now the playfulness and kitten like teasing. The indulgent look that Adam gave Bobbie from time to time. It might have been self-indulgence. Lisa wasn't sure.

She resolved that she was too old to be a coquette, and didn't quite know how to flirt. So she took in a deep breath, which made her stand taller. I'm Lisa, a woman who loves lovers, and that will do.

"Shall we undress Lisa first?" Bobbie asked, with an innocent chuckle, and Lisa knew the girl could read minds. She'd keep no secrets from Bobbie!

Once inside Adam's room, Bobbie shucked her shoes off and prowled the little apartment like a cat. It had a small kitchenette, a separate bedroom with a wondrously large king sized bed and six pillows, and a lounge area with two comfortable chairs and a small round table. A writing desk was positioned under a mirror.

Adam was a tidy individual, his belongings, few that they were on a trip, were either away in cupboards or neatly folded on a chair. Bobbie smiled with a cheekiness that made her look far too young. She could already see a trail of her clothes to the bed. She'd start by the window, looking out over the city from the 22nd floor, and by the time she'd arrive at the bed, she'd be naked.

Lisa said, "May I?" and gestured with her head to the bathroom.

"Of course."

She went in and shut the door. She was busting to pee, and sighed from pleasure when done. She sat still for a few seconds, with her jeans runkled at her feet, and contemplated the shape of her thighs. They were taut, slender but firm in the muscle. Working the aisles kept her fit, and she swam whenever she could. She was right: when she wiped herself, she was glistening from a steady arousal. Lisa wondered what she would taste like, and with a flash her nipples tightened and she wanted to see Bobbie with her legs far apart, with a look of bliss on her face. Lisa touched her throat, and when she looked in the mirror she saw heat.

She made herself tidy, and went back out into the room, where she saw Adam in a chair and Bobbie standing by the window. They both turned to her. His blatant look, from her centre up to her face, stayed her in that moment, frozen. Was she suddenly beautiful, or had he seen inside her from the start? Busy day? Long day, nearly over. Lisa ached with a sudden longing.

"Will one of you hold me," she whispered. "I'm feeling helpless."

Adam immediately went to her, stood behind her, and in no time Bobbie was across the room, pushing up against Lisa as if she were trying to climb right up inside, her animal heat pressing fierce against the other woman.

"Ssshhh," Adam soothed Lisa. "It's okay, we've got you."

They held Lisa like that for some minutes, until she felt herself steady.

"Sometimes," Bobbie said, "those landings can be a bit rough. We got you, honey." She wiped tears away from Lisa's cheeks, and touched her fingers to Adam's lips so he could taste her. "I was right. We're undressing you first."

Lisa stood there and she let them. She'd chosen them from the moment she said yes when Adam approached her in the hotel dining room, it seemed like many days ago. She'd been momentarily taken aback by his approach, but then she saw who he was with, the young woman from seat 6B, sitting at the table by the window. She instantly remembered the sexual flash the girl had given her as she scanned the boarding pass, then the affection she'd seen with the man in 6A. Now, here they were, here they were, and Lisa had given herself up to them, willingly.

Adam stood behind Lisa, and ever so slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, one by one, from the top to the bottom. He pulled the halves of the blouse to the sides, revealing Lisa's breasts in a pale blue bra with low cups, a gentle valley between them.

"You've got lovely breasts," said Bobbie. "Unlike my little tits." She slid her hands up behind Lisa's back to deftly unclip her bra. "You can't beat another woman's touch." She lowered her mouth to Lisa's left breast, and suckled up on a nipple, her fingers circling the other one. Lisa moaned with a sudden quick pleasure. Bobbie looked up to see Lisa's face, then she closed her eyes and kept up the suck. Her fingers on Lisa's other breast moved much slower, teasing up the plump nipple, full and thick, surrounded by a large areola.

Adam's hand slid down onto Lisa's belly, cupping the small curve that was there. She leaned back against him, turning her head for their first kiss. His lips were soft, her lips opening like a delicate flower. The tips of their tongues touched. His palm on her belly pressed a little, so she knew his hold was there. The girl's mouth was hot and insistent on Lisa's breasts, first the left then the right.

Lisa's eyes closed and she gave herself up to sensation. Her belly throbbed and her breasts ached. She'd never been spoiled like this before, not by two people. Two mouths, four hands, the breath of two lovers on her skin. Her hands stretched and flexed, she didn't know where to put them, who to hold onto, who to give her attention to. She wanted them to devour her.

"On the bed," said Bobbie. "Adam, help Lisa onto the bed. I want to lie on her, feel your weight on me. On my back. God, I've got to get naked. Help me undress, quick, quick!"

Adam chuckled. "Hold on there, honey. One thing at a time!"

The first thing to come off was the band from Bobbie's hair, still all up in a bun, the way she wore it at work. Her golden blonde hair fell in waves, over her face, down her back; her lovely long golden blonde hair. The second thing off, and Bobbie did it, was her top, pulled up over her head, revealing little breasts with long nipples, and a faint flush down into the shallow valley between them.

"Usually I'm a little bit shy, but there comes a point when I'm not. Not shy anymore." Bobbie crawled up onto the bed, on top of Lisa, and took her mouth in a long hungry kiss, voracious for the other woman. She gripped Lisa's head in her hands, kissing, kissing, kissing the woman with a passion. She broke the kiss, looked back at Adam and said, "Undress the rest of me. Do whatever you like. Suck me, fuck me, finger me. Whatever you like, do it to me. I've wanted you in me all day. Anything!"

Lisa had never heard another woman so brazen, wanting sex so much. Her whole body shook with the idea of it. She couldn't wait to see what Adam would do, given such an invitation. Fuck! She'd let him do anything to her, too!

 

Adam, invited, swiftly took his shirt off and his pants and briefs together, in one efficient movement down his legs. When he stood up his cock thickened, a restrained arousal set free. He was naked, both women half undressed. His eyes darkened like a storm as he gazed upon them. He looked down at the two women entangled on the bed. He saw Bobbie's small back, her long legs and the short skirt, and he saw that she was a tiny thing but strong with it. She was a dancer, was he her still point tonight? He saw the way she pushed herself onto Lisa, her hips rhythmic with an insistent movement. She was so slim hipped she could have been a boy in a skirt with a cock.

The idea of that made Adam throb, remembering the youth with the smell of lemons in his hair, all those years ago. Lisa caught the movement of his cock as she looked over Bobbie's shoulder. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, the thick length. She reached out, her fingers straining to touch him. To pull him to her, to pull him by the cock even closer. Her fingers stretched through the air as if called to the flesh with a summons.

Lisa whispered something in Bobbie's ear, and the girl looked back. Her eyes were glazed and her lips plump red swollen from their kiss. Bobbie saw the naked man leaning over the bed, glimpsed the same bouncing shaft that Lisa reached for, and she moaned. "Fuu... cck, give me that." She rolled from Lisa onto the bed, reaching out for Adam.

He leaned over both women on the bed, his long cock urging for them, the head of it swollen and red. Bobbie gave him one upwards look, and took the plum like head into her mouth, and her hair fell like a veil hiding it.

Lisa lay next to Bobbie, the mouth suck inches from her eyes. She'd never seen a suckle so close, not ever, not ever, and it could have been her mouth around Adam's cock. She swallowed and swallowed again, the flow of saliva like sex. Then she saw, right before her eyes, the fervour and the hunger in Bobbie suddenly change, how the girl's whole body relaxed and her mouth slow down; and Lisa knew what contentment meant. Bobbie was content, her man's cock in her mouth. She suckled him, and Lisa could see her throat move regularly, every time Bobbie swallowed.

Lisa reached out to stroke Bobbie's hair, soothing her like the girl's mother would, as she quietly suckled her man's cock. The moment stretched into infinity, the only sound in the room the soft wet sound of the suck, and Adam's quiet breathing, getting faster. Lisa lay beside them watching, watching every movement of Bobbie's fingers, the way Bobbie's eyes flicked from side to side behind her eyelids, and the way his cock was moving in her mouth, gently back and forth. Bobbie must be rolling her tongue around the hot shaft, Lisa thought. I'm not as practiced as that.

"Can I?" she asked Bobbie, whispering close in her ear.

Bobbie moaned, but she moved away and gave Lisa his cock, offering him to the other woman's mouth. She lay back on the pillows, her lips puffy and shining from her suck, her cheeks flushed. She pulled her hair back from her face, and watched Lisa with Adam, saw how the woman held him differently. Saw how she gagged as she took him too deep. Saw how Adam pulled back when Lisa did that.

Bobbie looked up to Adam's face. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open, breathing a little bit faster. Bobbie watched him and heard Lisa's sucking, a soft sound of spit and her breathing, a combination of sighs and stops, as again she took him too deep, hitting the back of her throat.

Bobbie saw Adam wince each time Lisa went too deep around his shaft, and she saw how he took her head in his two hands to still the movement, to soften it. She glanced at Lisa, who looked up at Adam, a startled deer's look in her eyes. Ahh, that's better, Bobbie thought, now she's got it; as Lisa relaxed and slowed down, finding where her contentment was. Bobbie smiled to herself, thinking: here's a man knows what he wants and takes the time to get her there. She stroked Lisa's hair, and looked up to see Adam gazing down at her. With another woman's mouth around his cock head. She winked, and he smiled, and all the while she stroked Lisa's hair.

Bobbie thought of Lisa's compersion and with her own witch's intuition she thought, maybe I've got that too. She'd always liked watching lovers with others, was that how triangles worked? They're always so stable. She played with her nipples, slow lazy movements to keep them tight and erect, and two zingles ran down to her clitoris. The room was very quiet, only the sounds of Adam's slow measured breathing and the distant hum of traffic far below, far away.

"Mmmm, oh god, that's so good." Bobbie heard Lisa's voice break her revery, and she saw Lisa move away from the suck, to hold Adam's shaft against her cheek, pressing it to her face with the palm of her hand. "That was intense. Thank you." She looked up at Adam, then said, "Lie on the bed. We girls got to get all undressed. You're naked, we're not. That's not right. Is it, Bobbie? Not right at all."

Bobbie grinned, getting into the new scene immediately. She laughed. "I got my Masters in Performance. Not for nothing!"

She got up from the bed, bent down and planted one kiss on Adam's mouth, one kiss on the end of his cock, then took Lisa by the hand and pulled her up. They went to the centre of the room and they looked back at Adam as he lay there, his beautiful cock long and hard, shiny from the two woman suck, the shaft a deep rich colour, engorged with blood. "Look at him!" said Bobbie, "Lying there like a king. With two little maids."

"An emperor. We should have kimonos." Lisa looked down at herself, her slim legs in tight jeans. "But we don't." She went to undo her belt buckle, undo the zip.

"No, let me."

Bobbie was quick with her fingers, peeling the tight jeans from Lisa's curves, pulling them down her legs. She left Lisa's sky blue panties on, silk and lace. "They're pretty," she said. "Because I'm so tiny, mine are alway practical. I have to buy them from the girls' section at Target. My tiny white panties." She laughed, and curtsied towards Adam. "I do hope you like them!"

"What's in them, I'm sure," he replied, his hand slowly stroking the length of his shaft. "And you're right. Lisa's are pretty." He looked fondly at the two women standing in the middle of the room, looking back at him. "But Bobbie..."

"I know, I know, I'm still half dressed."

"I'll fix that." Lisa reached down to Bobbie's waist and undid the zip, and the dancer shimmied and her skirt fell to the floor, leaving her in black tights and the marked outline of those tiny white panties.

Bobbie slid the tights down, and her panties were hardly there at all. The two women held each other by the hips and did a slow circle in the middle of the floor, then they held each other tighter. Bobbie's legs were so long, more than half her height, so they could press their pussy mounds together. Bobbie tilted her face up to kiss Lisa's hungry mouth. She might have been hungrier, one couldn't be sure.

Lisa, being taller, found it natural to slide her hands into the back of Bobbie's panties, down over the cheeks of her bottom. "Your skin is so soft," she said, "but I can feel the firm muscle underneath. Your dancer's muscles."

"Gotta keep those muscles tight," Bobbie replied, with a grin. Being smaller, it was natural for Bobbie's hands to find Lisa's breasts, moving her hands up between them. The women moved sideways so Adam could see them as they gave a little show. His hand was leisurely, slow, caressing his cock as he watched them. Bobbie saw him, licked her lips, thinking, I want him. His cock inside me. Her hips twitched.

"Fuck, I'm a horny girl," she said. "Do you mind," she asked Lisa, "if I have Adam first?"

"God, no! I'm loving this, loving you. I want to see you together, you and Adam. I'd be the happiest girl, being right there next to you. With Adam." She looked from one to the other. "I want to see you together."

They went to him, hand in hand. Standing by the side of the bed, Bobbie slid out of her panties. Completely naked, she moved up to him, and placed her knees on each side of his hips. She leaned forward and her breasts shaped into little tear drops. Her long golden hair fell over his chest and shoulders, and she kissed him. She reached back between her legs, eased her lips apart, and hovered over the head of his cock. She took a big breath, bit her lip to concentrate, and began to slide down his long cock, very slowly. Very slowly.

Beside her, lying close, Lisa's eyes opened wide. She reached inside her pretty blue panties and began to slide her fingertip around and over her clit. She was so wet from her suck of Adam, and the arousal from being right next to the others, being so close to their intimacy. Her passengers, from Row Six.

Bobbie slid onto his shaft slowly, inching down then stopping. Raising herself up a fraction, then back down again. Each inch, each movement up and down, spread her wetness, lubricating her pussy more and more. Adam held her with both his hands on Bobbie's hips and let her determine the speed. Her cunt clenched, he throbbed in return. Up and down, up and down.

Bobbie was tiny, but she was persistent, and slowly she took him all in.

"Fuu... cckk," whispered Lisa. "He's big, how'd you do that?" She watched every inch as Bobbie took him. "Your quim..."

"Stretches..." Bobbie managed to speak. Adam took both her nipples between his fingers and she became wordless, only sounds, little moans, little cries uttered from her. Her hips bucked, and inside her, around him, her pussy relaxed and let go, clenched and released, and she held him.

Then he started to fuck her.

Pumping his cock, thrusting his hips up, pushing his cock deeper in, till she was riding him, riding him. Her hips began dancing, she was all movement, and her whimpers got louder, louder, incoherent words, mewls from the back of her throat.

"Fuck," she whispered, "fuu... fuu... unh, unh, fuuuu..." Her words were endlessly unfinished. Her eyes glazed, gazing off into a far distance, far away. Her mouth opened, she was panting. "I'm... I'm..."

"Yes, honey, yes!" Adam urged her, urged her on. Bobbie bucked and jerked on him, her own movement getting frantic, riding him faster. Her hair swirled and turned, flying wild as she fucked him right back. Then suddenly...

her movement stopped completely and she whispered, "I'm going to..." She was so close, she was right on top of Adam, he was fully within her, and...

he held her hips as Bobbie came, her O coming quickly, her mouth wide open and a last breath taken in deeply, a long long intake of breath. Her eyes sudden focused on that place far far away, as if she'd seen it for the very first time. Her eyes closed, movement flickering back and forth rapidly under her eyelids. With a long sigh, followed by a long low ahhhh from the depths of her soul, Bobbie's body shuddered, and she held Adam's cock in her clenching hot pussy, and with two final shudders, she was there.

Lisa's heart soared up there in the sky right beside her, and she hugged Bobbie from behind, leaning over her, hot nipples tight, pressing her breasts against Bobbie's back.

When Adam looked up, his whole body still as he held the dancing girl, he saw two bliss filled faces, their eyes closed, their mouths open in wonder, right next to each other, side by side. Their faces were flushed, a blaze of red down Bobbie's chest and he could see the blush on Lisa's shoulders too. Bobbie collapsed onto his chest, and she wasn't much weight, and Lisa collapsed onto Bobbie's back, her breasts hot and nipples hard against her back. Adam reached up, his arms around both of them, held underneath the two women.

He hadn't come yet, so started to move again, thrusting into the shiny sweaty woman on top of him, her creamy cunt slippery and wet. His movements were easy, almost languidly slow, each long thrust met with a moan from Bobbie, little whimpers, as if she were a kitten and completely helpless.

Lisa slid off Bobbie's back, and she stretched out long beside Adam, watching his face as he moved inside his lover, moved inside her, really slow. Lisa watched how Bobbie's fingers rhythmically clenched and released on his chest, just like a little cat kneading her claws. She saw how Bobbie's eyes were closed tight, but loved the way her mouth opened, and saw how she kept licking her lips. Lisa moved up to find Adam's mouth, and he kissed her, even while moving inside Bobbie. The only sound was the sliding sound of their copulation and Bobbie's increasingly loud whines and moans as again she climbed up to the sky, her body quivering, quivering.

Some point was reached. Bobbie raised her head, her eyes blank and unfocused, and she raised her body and pulled her legs higher up on each sides of Adam's torso.

Lisa looked back, and saw how the little woman's ass was raised higher to ride him with longer strokes, and Lisa instantly thought, she's wide open, spreading herself wide for his entry. She had to see! She crawled down the bed, spreading her own cunt wide so the cooler air room touched it, as she crouched above Adam's legs. She gazed at the wet wet place of entry, the place where Adam's cock and Bobbie's cunt became the same organ, their two bodies joining as one. Lisa looked, astonished at the beauty of this new flesh, the way it moved and rippled and slid as one thing. She'd never been so close to pure sex before, not close enough to touch others for herself. So she did.

Lisa touched their place of communion, where his flesh became Bobbie's, where her lips folded around his blood thick wet shaft, where her folds were red wide open, shiny bright juice on her thighs. Lisa touched the place where Adam entered Bobbie, and it could have been her he was in. She reached back to slide fingers into her own cunt, and she moved down to plant her mouth on Bobbie's dark little anus. Fucked her there with her tongue. Bobbie pushed back when she did so, and Lisa knew it was okay, Bobbie liked that, and she sucked and fucked her tongue in, even harder. Bobbie moaned, a long mmmm of pleasure, and her movements slowed, to enjoy the long cock within and the quick pointy tongue in behind.

Adam's cock slid against Lisa's chin. She lifted her mouth from Bobbie's tight heat, and sat back to see how his shaft entered the little woman's pussy. When she looked, Bobbie's dark little anus was shiny from her attention. Lisa saw how it pulsed with each thrust of Adam's cock in a tight syncopation, thrust and pulse, pulse and thrust. She loved seeing that, their flesh in sweet harmony. She looked down. Adam's balls were up high, like one ball sac, not two. But big against the little woman's thighs. Lisa thought, surely they must be hot heat, hot come building up with this exquisite fuck.

Lisa cupped his balls in both her hands, and was surprised to find them so cool. She remembered their purpose, to keep the seed cooler within. The idea of seed in her head, fuck! Semen, hot semen! And instinctively she pulled those ball sacs down, as if to make room for more juice. Adam gave out a long moan of pleasure, even a groan. Lisa gasped, had she hurt him?

The sound lifted Bobbie from her trance. She'd enjoyed Lisa's tongue very much, she had a thing for her ass. A left over taboo from a good Catholic girl, perhaps, or it might have been simpler than that. The changed rhythm in her cunt, the subtle shift in Adam's response, told her Lisa was doing something back there, even if she didn't know what. But with that tight thrusting tongue gone, Lisa's tongue, another woman's tongue, gone... It set up a cascade in her mind. She heard Adam's moan, and she quickly looked back to see Lisa's face behind her, her eyes wide, looking down at the place they where they joined.

Bobbie clenched her cunt muscles, felt Adam's cock throb in reply. She did it again, felt again a movement behind her, felt his throb. She clenched again, realising as she did so that somehow, Lisa was feeling it too. Adam's cock joining them together.

Lisa felt a shift in Bobbie's body, a tautness, saw her sit up a straighter on Adam's shaft. She saw the muscles of Bobbie's back tighten, saw how the girl lifted herself higher, his long shaft half visible now, shining and thick and the deepest deepest red. Then the shaft, gone, enveloped with the most deliberate movement Lisa had ever seen. Then visible again, and this time Lisa knew that Bobbie had taken control. Adam was her man, his cock no longer his. He belonged to Bobbie. It was Bobbie truly topping him now.

Lisa moved to one side and crouched on the bed beside them. Her cunt was wide open, her thighs strained apart, a shiver of air on her flesh. She didn't care that her pussy was empty. Her heart and emotions were full. With her fingers in her mouth, with her weight on her elbows, Lisa slid two fingers back to her clit, circling herself as she watched...

... Bobbie take her man. She took Adam like a jockey does, standing high on the stirrups, riding the stallion with taut thighs, the clench of her cunt like the whip. She raised her body high, revealing nearly all of the shaft of his long cock, from his body to hers, then she dropped herself down with a glorious, filthy sound of wetness and slide, her juice sliding down, slip and slide. She did that three times, each time bringing a long moan of satisfaction from his throat, a long groan.

Bobbie reached up, took his hands in her small hands, stretching them far above his head. And like that, Bobbie rode him, her body stretched too, every muscle doing only one thing. To suck the come up from him, from those big heavy balls, up his long shaft, oooo, not yet, not yet. She dropped back down, clenching his cock tight.

Lisa watched, fascinated by the girl's control, saw how this tiny thing controlled the man, sucking his come up, even as she dropped herself down. Down onto his cock till he was gone. She rose up again, up and down on that glorious shaft, the long length of it shining, creamy white, the white creaming froth of Bobbie's juice. Lisa saw sweat glow on Bobbie's back. She fucked her man. Lisa's fingers were fast on her clit, she was moaning. She was moaning.

Bobbie was moaning too, a low crooning sound from her throat. "I gonna get this," she whispered, taking his cheeks now in both her hands, lowering herself for a kiss, a bite of his lip.

Suddenly they both stopped moving, Bobbie quivering on him, her body poised, her thighs straining. The moment lasted no more than two seconds and

"I'm going to... " Adam's voice was low, half growl, half moan.

Bobbie sat up, impaled on the length of his shaft.

Lisa saw the muscles on Bobbie's belly clench once, then twice. Lisa looked down, and saw Adam's balls tighten tighten, then pulse, long pulse, longer pulse as he gave his seed to the girl, fucked that hot load of come, giving it to her.

Bobbie looked down, as if she could see his come right there in her belly, through her flesh, through her muscles, seeing his come up inside her. She quivered, coming again very fast, and her cunt got what was left of him, all hers.

Lisa made the tiniest little sound, a long sigh, could have been a word, might have been silence, and with a final flicker of her fingertips she fell forward onto the bed, her body racked with her own orgasm.

The room hushed, they were still, the only sound their fast breathing, quick at first then slower, as they each caught their breath, slowing down. Lisa was the first to move. She shivered, a quick sudden chill.

"Can I sleep in your bed, with both of you tonight?" She took it for granted that Bobbie would sleep tonight with Adam, curled small beside him in the big bed.

"Of course you can, honey," Adam replied. "You don't mind, do you darling?" The endearments flowed from his mouth easily, embracing both women with his words.

 

Bobbie didn't say anything, but opened her arms for Lisa, wrapping herself around the other woman, kissing her softly on the lips. She broke away from the kiss, rolled away from Adam, and slid from the bed.

"Gonna have a wee," she said, and disappeared into the bathroom. Adam and Lisa heard the tinkle, then the toilet flush, tap water running, then Bobbie reappeared with a big grin on her face. "Oops," she said. "I always do that with Emma, coz we girls, we got no shame."

Lisa thought, there, she's mentioned Emma again, do they live together? I don't know. She liked it though, the way Bobbie shared this private side of herself. I guess we've just fucked the same man, Lisa went on, her mind wandering, so it seemed quite fair. To be so intimate, is that what lovers do?

"I better go too," Lisa said, but she was shy, she closed the door to the bathroom.

Adam was the last to go to the bathroom, and when he returned, the women were both curled up in the big bed, their faces peeking over the covers, watching him. He was comfortable in his nudity, his thick cock hanging down his left thigh. He smiled down at them, and what man wouldn't, seeing two lovely fucked women in his bed.

Wordlessly, their invitation not needing to be spoken, they both lifted up the covers to reveal their soft sexual nudity and a gap in between them, in the middle of the bed. Lisa tapped the centre of the sheet with one hand, and Bobbie, being the smaller of the two, flattened herself down, letting Adam swiftly climb over her. He turned on his back, opened his arms wide. The women slid up against him, their hair falling over his shoulders, their lips on his neck.

Five minutes later, their lips were on each other's, faces turned together, over Adam's chest. The slight curve they both made to do this allowed Adam to reach each of their asses with a slow caress of his fingers. His finger tips drifted gently at first, light feather touches, but it wasn't long before they had more purpose, finding their sweet little assholes, finding a place to press and hold, press and enter, press there to hear two soft moans.

Time enough too for his cock to thicken and straighten again, long on his belly. The two women descended in the bed until their mouths were once more together, Adam's cock head velvet soft and warm between their lips, inquisitive tongues curling over, touching, withdrawing into their hot mouths. Coming out again like two little snakes.

Lisa tasted Bobbie's pussy juice there, her delicate scent a fragrance mingling with the stronger masculine musk of Adam's shaft, the lingering scent of his semen. Lisa licked right up that long shaft, and found Bobbie's lips hovering over the tip. The girls licked the cock like a lollipop, holding it up straight now, two hands on him, their eyes bright and smiling as they took turns to take his cock head into their mouths, and to suck him.

Adam's hands stopped moving, falling to the bed as if to anchor himself there. His fingers gripped and clenched the sheet, his breath coming faster as the two women gave him head.

Bobbie's hand was moving with quick purpose now, long slides of her palm up and down, and he shuddered when her fingers slid over the tip of his cock, in a jag of pleasure that might have been painful, then the hot warmth of her mouth, a relief. Lisa watched the young woman pleasure herself and Adam like that for a while, her breasts aching, her nipples tight. The girl was adept, and Lisa saw how she was building Adam up for another release, building him with exquisite purpose. God, she was good! Bobbie looked across at Lisa, and she grinned.

"This one's for you," she whispered. "Your turn."

Lisa was struck silent for a long moment. She'd never heard that before.

"Are you sure?" she asked, as if in disbelief.

"Yah, honey. Totally sure. My turn to watch you now."

"God!" Lisa exclaimed. "How should I take him?"

"Let him take you," Bobbie replied, again giving Lisa something she couldn't imagine. Active, passive? She couldn't quite get her mind around the dynamics, but she saw how Bobbie kept control of the situation by telling her what she should do. Telling Adam what he should do.

Choices, choices. Lisa quivered, her heart bursting with bliss. Whoever took who, she was blessed. She glanced up to see Adam's face. His eyes were still closed, but he must have heard Bobbie's words. Just then his cock bounced, even though Bobbie's hand was not moving and their mouths weren't near him.

Bobbie giggled. "I guess that's a yes, honey," she said, and Lisa didn't know if she was to talking to Adam or to her. She marvelled at the will of the girl, bending two people to her own desire.

"I think you're a witch," Lisa said, "a little erotic witch."

"Emma always says I have two little fingers, with men wrapped around them."

There's Emma again, Lisa thought, always in the back of Bobbie's mind. There's more to this than I thought. She'd never met the woman, and Bobbie had only mentioned her a few times, but she was sure Adam would like her too. God, there I go again, always wanting others to be happy. Lisa felt her emotions overwhelm her, her heart aching, fit to burst. She wanted to laugh and to dance and to cry... and... oh fuck, oh fuck, she wanted to be Adam's woman!

"Yes," she whispered, "yes. That's what I want."

And she rolled over on the bed and put her arms up on the pillows, her hands against the wall. She looked up into Adam's eyes that were wide open now, and she mouthed the words, fuck me. She saw a darkness cross his eyes and they seemed the deepest blue, nearly black, and Lisa knew she'd given permission for something to happen, but she didn't know what it was.

"Bobbie...?" she asked, but she didn't know what she asked for.

"Wait, honey. There's something I gotta do."

Bobbie nudged Adam, and gestured him to kneel behind Lisa, to look down at the lovely curves of her ass, her firm long thighs taut as she tilted her rump up. He knelt there, his proud cock thick and long, jutting out as if eager to get to the filly before him. Bobbie grabbed his cock in one hand, flipped her long hair away from her face to fall like a long silken veil, and with the most wicked look in her light blue eyes she looked straight up at him

and took half his cock length into her mouth. She sucked in her cheeks and gave him the longest deepest suck she could without breathing, all the time looking up at him with those, who me? innocent eyes that no man could resist, any man would plunder. That's the way Bobbie prepared her man's cock for Lisa. She was so adept at the suck that Adam didn't need to move at all, no movement, no thrust, just the pleasure the woman gave him with her mouth.

As she suckled him, Adam looked down at Lisa's ripe red swollen lips, tiny beads of moisture sliding from her already, and he saw the place where he'd leave his next load of come, the other woman a chalice before him.

Bobbie looked up at him gazing down, as if she was right there inside his head, sensing every thought in his mind. And she gave him a wicked suck and knew, she just knew, the exact moment she needed to

let go of his cock and, with a quick turn of the dancer that she was, she placed his cock tip just within Lisa's hot open pussy. She placed one hand on his belly, as if to touch the strong male energy from deep within him. Then Bobbie rolled back on the bed and moved away a foot, maybe two, and gave them a little bit of space. She licked her lips to get the last taste of him, then lay back with her head cupped in the curl of her arm, her other hand down between her legs, and Bobbie lay back to watch them.

Lisa whimpered when she felt that first penetration, and she jerked her hips back to get more of him into her eager wet empty pussy, her fingers clawing at the pillow.

"Gently there, girl." She heard Adam's voice calming her, calming her like a wild captive animal, calming her like a cunt whisperer, calming her to be taken gently. A precious, incredible sense of contentment spread through her like honey flows through silk, a soft velvet sensation all over her skin, and with a tremble she gave herself to him. And would let him do whatever it was he wanted with her. This lovely man who loved women.

Adam caressed the soft skin of Lisa's backside, his fingers moving out over her hips, his palms circling the sweet firm globes of her ass. He held himself without entering, to tease himself perhaps, and to tease her. He leaned forward to run his hands up the sides of her torso, then under and around to her breasts, where he held their hanging weight, pressing them up to her chest. Holding her like that he began to slowly enter her pussy, his long cock thick and hard, pushing her plump lips apart. He moved into her inexorably, accompanied by little whimpers of pleasure from Lisa.

Bobbie watched the others, enraptured, her eyes glazed and only half focused. Her fingers gently caressed her own pussy, as if to sooth herself. Everything moved very quietly, with a gentle rhythm, as if the world had slowed down and almost stopped breathing.

Adam easily slid into Lisa, his movement slow and so steady, curling his much bigger stronger body over hers. His fuck was languid, her moans became sighs. Lisa wanted him quicker. He tormented her so, she felt she was going to explode.

"Ohhhh, goddd," she whimpered, "this is delicious. How..." can you silence me like this, how can you... "Ohhhh..." take me so exquisitely slow?

Adam looked down at the woman kneeling before him on the bed, admiring the firm flow of her thighs, the taut curves of her bottom, seeing his cock enter her. The combination of senses, seeing, feeling her wet heat, and feeling his own sensation, smelling her scent, his musky arousal and his own body tensing... He looked down at Bobbie, seeing her too, her lithe little body curled on the bed, her glazed eyes gazing up at him, seeing him from her own special place.

Her lips were plump and flushed red from the stretch of the suck of his cock, shiny with saliva still. He looked down at them, these two women, and suddenly wanted them both, the same way they both had suckled and stroked him. He felt disembodied, as if he were watching himself, seeing himself in a hotel room in The Fantastic Hotel with two women. He'd felt this fugue state before. Not often, but often enough to know this was special.

Lisa felt the change in him, and looked back to see Adam's face, seeing the dazed look in his eyes. Even so, she felt she was falling, falling upwards, sucked up into his mind with that look. She managed to twist her upper body so she could hold their gaze, to see the see that he gave her, to join with him, space no longer between them. Their bodies coupled, his exquisite cock and the look that he gave her... Oooo, she could see the want in his eyes. And Lisa wondered, could he need her? Could he need her so much that he'd moan, thrust harder, faster, really fuck her? Could she be that woman, make him lose his control?

She knew that about Adam now, how he liked his control. She looked at Bobbie, remembering how she had fucked Adam, riding on top, riding him hard, riding him to pull his semen up. Lisa smiled to herself. I can be a witch too, just like Bobbie.

With a long contented sigh, knowing now exactly what to do, Lisa turned her head back down to the pillow, gripping it tightly with both hands. And applied her cunt to the task.

She clenched her muscles, held him tight, let him go. She felt a pulse and a throb in reply. She felt his fingers grip her flesh. Lisa was a fit young woman. Pushing the trolley up the aisle when the plane was still climbing gave her strength, and she strained back with that strength to clamp on Adam's cock, then let go of his fullness, doing it again and once more. She began to fuck back on the man, resisting him, quickening him, wanting him to fill her, to need her, wanting him to fuck her like Bobbie had fucked him.

Her fingers gripped the pillow, his fingers tightened on the flesh of her ass. She slumped forward with a low, sensual moan. He pulled her back onto his cock and the moan went deeper, unh, unh... Lisa straightened her arms and the shift in the angle gave her new sensations: he filled her deeper. Adam pulled her cheeks apart and thrust harder, the slap of his thighs on her flesh quick like cards on the table. The queen of hearts and the king of clubs. This was what Lisa wanted, a swift honest fuck in a strange hotel with a stranger, another woman beside her who'd fucked the same man. She felt a sudden affinity with Bobbie, and reached her hand back for the younger woman's hand.

Bobbie was swift up the bed. She rolled under Lisa and she grabbed those swaying succulent tits, pulling them down, pressing them up, treating Lisa's breasts roughly. Bobbie sensed the new mood, looking up to see the darkness in Adam's eyes, seeing how his fuck with Lisa was getting harder. Sensing how Lisa wanted it this way, to be taken the way Adam wanted to take her. Giving herself up to the man.

"You can take him, Lisa, fuck him real good. No man can resist two girls' pussies."

Fuck, she's a minx, a little witch. Lisa heard the girl's voice in her head again: take him, Lisa. Two pussies! She dropped her mouth to Bobbie's lips, fucked the girl with her tongue, kissed her hard, felt her lip bitten, and Adam's fingers clench her ass tighter. Leave me with bruises, Adam, fuck me fuck me fuck me. The heat in the room was suddenly hotter, and the noise his cock made in Lisa's cunt was filthy, lubricious, a king's fuck, she his debauched queen.

Bobbie reached up between Lisa's legs to find Adam's tight balls with her hand, and she tugged on them down to slow him. She wanted this fuck to last, to go longer. She wanted Lisa to scream and to whimper, and she wanted Adam to cry out when he came. She wanted to see the look on his face when ecstasy ripped through him. Bobbie began to jill herself, wanting to come when they came.

Adam fucked Lisa faster. Lisa fucked him right back, finding a place deep inside where his cock reached, long and quick, sliding past her G to the gates of her womb and back. She clenched and clenched her pussy tight, tighter; fighting him, wooing him, feeling his passion and his fuck getting faster, wanting him deeper.

Taken, taking, Lisa didn't know; but she did know her O was getting nearer, inevitable now, her belly hot and swollen, her breasts heavy and full, tight nipples brushing on the sheets as Adam made her body rock, made her body shiver. Bobbie bit her lips again, sucking there. Lisa's lips would be bruised in the morning, marked with the heat of this passion. Bobbie grabbed Lisa's tits again, both hands pulling the flesh down. Her nipples ached, she wanted them sucked and she wanted them bitten.

"Mmmm, fuck, that's hot, watching you two fuck!"

Bobbie lay back beside Lisa, her fingers flickering her clit, her legs parted to show Adam her swollen pussy, her reddest place. She looked right into his eyes. She dipped into her pussy, got her fingers wet, and offered them to Lisa so that Adam could see his two women suck fingers, suck the taste of her cunt, suck her fingers.

A swell of contentment pulsed through Lisa, and her cunt felt like it was swelling, expanding to take Adam's cock. Her mind flashed onto those strange old erotic Japanese prints, fuck filled with huge cocks and overflowing wet cunts, bodies contorted with huge genitalia. She felt like those women must have felt, pure pleasure in tea rooms in Kyoto. She'd stopped over there once, on a Japanese flight, walked little streets in between buildings of wood and stone floors. But it was never like this, with a strong man behind her, filling her exquisite cunt, filling her body. Lisa fell into a dream space, her mind flickering with colours and shapes and a swirling thickness of red.

She felt disembodied, her body not her own, and she felt as if she was watching, watching herself moan, watching a tableaux of drifting moving figures. She looked down onto the bed, saw a woman kneeling, a man up behind her, and when she looked closely he had no cock at all, he was a part of her, fully joined. Lisa felt Adam's cock within her and it melded into her own flesh, heat and blood and flesh all joined together. Her heart was beating fast, her breath coming in pants. Her hands gripping the pillow, reaching one out for the wall, to touch something firm, to give her foundation

as she felt a huge flowing thing, some delicious warm purple feeling that tasted like honey and felt like velvet and sounded like waves on a beach crashing down, back and forth back and forth, the tide of her blood flowing flowing. And in her mind she saw Bobbie riding Adam, her dancer's body gliding up and down on his cock, but how could that be? Bobbie was next to her on the bed and she too was whimpering, whimpering, but it might have been Lisa whose hands gripped that pillow, her breasts sliding on the sheet, as Adam fucked her quick on the bed.

Lisa cried out, some inarticulate sound like a bird, or a haunting far, far away. Her orgasm slammed hard through her body, emotion and lust and sex all as one, and she started to whimper, tiny noises in her throat, wanting to feel Adam's hands all over her body, strong hands, warm hands, curving over her flesh, finding every sensitive bliss filled place. She fell forward onto the bed, and Adam's big body was on top of hers, and still he was moving quick in her, fucking her deep from behind.

Lisa keened in her throat, a low wail that sounded almost ethereal, some exquisite angelic song, triggered by her bliss, her ecstacy. Her cunt rippled with quick rhythmic clenches, tightened around Adam's cock, and somewhere off in the distance she heard three faltering words,

"I'm going to..."

Adam paused, a long moment at the end of a thrust, his cock deep within her, swollen, thick. Lisa felt his hands grip her haunches, then fuck, oh fuck, he exploded a first jet of come, and with a loud guttural roar, he pushed her forward onto the bed, his whole body moving, moving within her. She felt strong arms lift her body up, holding her tight in a clasp against his chest.

They both collapsed onto the bed again, his big weight on her and his breath in her ear and his cock so full within her. Lisa jerked with a last aftershock of her orgasm and she wriggled her ass back to keep him inside her, and slowly she caught her breathing.

"Fuck," she whispered, "Fuck." Very softly, they might have been words in her head.

"Mmmm, honey, I think he just did." Bobbie was beside Lisa, stroking her hair, pressing her own body in close, like a kitten does with its mother, like a woman does with her lover.

"Roll over, lovely man." She poked Adam's shoulder with her finger. He rolled, taking Lisa with him, still impaled on his shaft. Bobbie smiled.

"My god, look at you, smug in your luxurious bed!"

She looked at Lisa. "We make a good pair," she said, "and this man," she kissed Adam on the cheek, "had a full pair of balls. But not anymore, we got him reaaal good!"

Lisa couldn't speak, but the feelings she had, sexual, emotional, lust and sweet desire, crowded her mind, lurching her soul from this side to that like waves on the sea. She snuggled deep into Adam's shoulder, and he moved his arm around her shoulders to hold her.

Bobbie curled in under his other arm, pulling the bed covers up first. They were warm in the nest, each protecting the other. Two women on each side of their man, his long body the man in the middle. Adam lay replete, his balls emptied but his heart full. Bobbie fell asleep first, a soft sigh then her steady slow breathing.

Lisa was slower to drift away - she still had Adam's softening shaft within her, and a delicious hot mess sliding from her. She lay there drifting, enjoying his strong maleness, his solidity. Lisa reached her face up to kiss his cheek, a soft gentle feel of his warmth on her lips. She felt his hand squeeze her shoulder, and knew he wasn't asleep. She clenched her pussy one last time, and his hand pressed her flesh once again. The interchange was a small greeting, no words needed, no words spoken.

 

She must have fallen asleep shortly after, because later in the night she woke, to feel his warmth solid behind her and the little woman's back against her belly and breasts, a tangle of hair on the pillow. Lisa stirred, made herself more comfortable. She found Bobbie's hand and held it up against the girl's soft little breast.

"Emma, is that you?" Lisa heard a soft whisper, quiet from within the girl's dreams.

"Ssshh, honey, we got you." She wasn't Emma, and never would be, but in a big bed far from home, it couldn't hurt to pretend.

"Mmmm, that's nice."

Lisa smiled, as Bobbie pressed her hand to her breast. I got you, girl, in my arms.

* * * *

In the morning, they all went down to the dining room for breakfast, sitting at a table by the window. Outside, a tram turned the corner with a rattle and a bang and a flash of blue light from the wire. Lisa gasped when she saw a tall man emerge from the tram, but when she looked back he was gone.

"It's The Fantastic Hotel," Adam said, seeing the look on her face. "I come here whenever I can. It's astonishing, the people you meet. Look around, see the murals on the walls. It's not the most usual place."

Lisa looked around, and the art work on the walls was amazing - animals dressed just like people, a whole society of fantastic creatures.

Adam held the hands of both women, who smiled up at him. "I think we've become part of this magical place. There's enough here to remember us by."

"My last flight is often the same," Lisa said. "There's something about Row Six."

* * * *

"It happened again," Bobbie said to Emma, as they drove home from the airport.

"Did you get their cards?"

"Yah."

But when she pulled them from her bag, and turned them over, they were blank. Bobbie put them up to her nose. One of the cards smelled fresh, smelled of apples, the other something musky, more masculine.

Bobbie smiled. She'd given them both her card, too. She wondered what scent she had left, lingering.

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