“Please place your tray tables and seat backs in the upright and
locked position in preparation for our landing in San Francisco,” was
the announcement over the loud speaker.  “The current time in San
Francisco is 6:00 a.m.  We know that you have many choices when you
fly and we appreciate you choosing United.”

I didn’t have that many choices.  Not for a cheap red-eye all the way
across the country.  It had been an incredibly fascinating flight,
however.

My name is Donna, by the way.  I wrote another story about my spring
break in Florida.  For those of you who haven’t read that story, this
is a little about me.  I’m small, maybe 5’1” and less than 100
pounds.  My dad is Portuguese and my mother’s Greek, and I’ve got
dark hair and olive skin.  I also have great breasts.  They’re not
really huge; I’m between a “C” cup and a “D” cup, but as small as I
am they look immense on me, and they’re perfectly shaped with just a
little droop.  I could admire my tits in the mirror for hours.

I also have a fat cunt.  That’s how one of my old boyfriends
described it, he said my cunt was fat.  What he meant was that my
labia is big and hangs down from my body.  My hood is also very big
and my clit sticks out of it.  It never goes down it’s just big. 
When I get excited my clit gets very big, about as big as my thumb! 
I love sex and I don’t really care if it’s with a guy or another
girl.  As long as they turn me on!

The flight started great.  As I entered the airplane, in a line of
other passengers, we were greeted by the usually bored flight
attendants.  Normally they are interested more in keeping the line
moving, getting everybody seated and luggage properly stored, than in
any personal considerations.  It was a little different this time. 
The flight attendant at the door was turned slightly away, just
finishing a conversation with someone else, when I entering the
airplane.  She turned to face me, about to say her usual greeting,
when her eyes locked onto mine.  God, they were a beautiful shade of
blue!  Her mouth opened and for a moment no sound came out.  Her
pupils dilated just a bit as she said directly to me, “welcome
aboard, I hope you enjoy your flight tonight.”

“It’s better already,” I smiled back at her.

Maybe it was my imagination but I thought I saw her blush, just a
little.

It was a very long flight.  Shortly after we gained “cruising
altitude” the attendants served us a typical airline meal.  The
beautiful brunet with the blue eyes was not in my section in the
middle of the airplane.

After the meal the plane became very quiet and dark as the lights
were turned down and the passengers either fell asleep or became
engrossed in their books or computers.  The flight was not crowded
and I had nobody sitting next to me in the two-seat section next to
the window.  I don’t know what kind of plane it was.  A big one with
two seats next to the windows on either side and a bunch of seats in
the middle facing the movie screen which was only showing a picture
of our progress across the country.

It was an hour of two later that I got up to stretch my legs and use
the restroom.  The two restrooms that served my section were both
occupied so I wondered back through the plane to the section at the
very back were there were a number of small restrooms lined up
against the back wall.  They were empty.

I picked one, did my business and opened the door directly into a
service cart!

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said before I’d seen who it was.  My eyes must
have gotten wide as I saw the beautiful flight attendant in her white
blouse and blue skirt standing there.

“Oh,” she said.  “It’s my fault.  Are you O.K?”

We stood there staring at each other as I said, “I’m fine.”

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked pointing at the tray.

I didn’t really want anything, but I did want to continue talking to
her so I asked for a Coke.

As she poured, we started talking.  We introduced ourselves and
talked about where we were from and going, all that.  I told her I
was flying to San Francisco to visit the university in Berkeley.  She
told me she lived in Berkeley and was going home in the morning.  I
loved the sound of her voice.  Light and cheery, but not put on at
all.

I asked her if she lived there with her family and she said, “No,
just my cat.  No husband or kids or anything.”

My heart picked up its pace a little with that.

We weren’t looking at each other like a couple of women just talking.
 There was a sexual charge, a spark.  When Mary handed me another of
those little plastic airline cups our fingers touched and we stood
there in the back aisle of the airplane holding the cup between us
looking into each other’s eyes.  I shivered when I felt the tip of
her finger start to caress the tip of mine.  It crossed my mind that
she looked a little like Sela Ward, the actress, only with blue
eyes.

She smiled slightly and said, “I think you have something on your
cheek.  Here, let me get it for you.”

With that she took the cup back and, placing it on the tray, pulled
me back into the restroom.  The door closed most of the way behind us
by itself.

She wet a small corner of a paper towel and leaned toward my face as
through to wipe something off.  As the towel got closer, so did her
face.  When she was a couple of inches away I leaned forward and
kissed her beautiful lips.  Very gently, very lightly, and we both
moaned softly as her lips returned my kiss.  Her lips were incredibly
soft and smooth, so unlike a man’s lips.  The erotic feel of them
sliding wetly, softly, across my lips was almost too much to stand.

I ran my tongue over her lips and moaned again as I felt her tongue
touch mine.

Her hand went behind my head to pull me closer and I felt my breasts
touch hers.  As they did I wrapped both arms around her and kissed
her passionately, and felt my nipples grow hard and erect.

I was wearing a brown sweater-blouse over a long skirt and I felt
Mary’s hands slip under the hem of my sweater and start moving up my
bare sides as we kissed.  Her touch was electric on my skin.  I felt
myself shiver and I trembled, a little, when her hands finally
reached by breasts.

As we continued to kiss and murmur into each other’s mouth, Mary
lightly stroked and lifted by heavy breasts with her incredibly soft
hands.  She lifted my breasts as if to test their weight and signed
into my mouth with her pleasure.  I know I moaned out loud when she
lightly ran her thumbs over my hard, swollen nipples.  

I moved my hands down to her ass and pulled her body tightly into
mine as Mary continued to caress me with her mouth and hands.

Suddenly, we heard a noise just outside the door in the aisle of the
airplane.  Mary pulled away, smiled at me, lightly touched my face,
and was out the door of the small restroom.  I sighed in disappointed
and, softly as I could, slide the lock closed on the door.  Nothing
had been said!

I stood for a moment and than reached under my skirt and slid my
panties down as I sat on the small airplane toilet.  I reached down
between my thighs to find my clit hard and erect, my cunt overflowing
with juice that had totally soaked my panties.

I sighed again as I lightly stroked my clit and thought about what
had just happened.  I’d just kissed and been felt up by an incredibly
beautiful flight attendant in an airplane restroom.  I shivered again
in excitement.

I figured there was no sense wearing panties as wet as these now were
so I slipped them off and stuck them in my bag.  Opening the small
door, I left the restroom as if nothing unusual had happened.  As I
walked out a teenage boy was just coming up the aisle.  His eyes
immediately locked onto the hard tips of my nipples that were poking
through the front of my sweater.  Never losing sight of them until I
was by him on the way to my seat where I was free to look down at the
sight of my own nipples poking through the front of my sweater for
all the world to see.

It was some time later that I felt Mary slide onto the aisle armrest
of my seat.

“Hi,” I said smiling up at her.

“Hi yourself,” she was smiling, her blue eyes glittering in the soft
light as she looked down at me.

“So,” she said reaching to get an empty cup off my tray, and brushing
her arm slowly across my nipples on her way.  “Do you need a ride in
San Francisco?  I’ll be going over to Berkeley.”

I moved my hand up to her hip and lightly caressed her.  “Yes, I’d
really appreciate a ride.  Thank you.”

Her smile got even bigger.  “O.K.  After you pick up your luggage
just wait for me by the carrousel.  I’ll be there as soon as I can.” 


“I have a gift for you,” I said.  Mary looked at me in surprise. 
“Close your eyes and hold out your hand.”

With a smile, Mary did as I requested.  I reached into my bag and,
pulling out my wet panties, placed them in Mary’s palm.  “O.K.  You
can look now.”

With a gasp, Mary realized what she had.  She quickly looked around
and, seeing nobody paying any attention held my panties up to her
nose.  After a quick intake of breath she again looked down at me and
smiling with brightly shinning eyes said, “You’ve been a naughty
girl.  See you at baggage claim.”

She quickly rolled my panties into a tight ball in her hand, and
again she was gone.

I didn’t see Mary when I got off the airplane.  Just a bored flight
attendant saying “bah-bye,” like a Saturday Night Live skit.

I found the luggage claim area and, just when I thought something had
gone terribly wrong, the bags started to unload.

I had retrieved my small bag and was sitting in one of the line of
chairs near the luggage carrousel when I felt a soft hand touch my
hair from behind.  I leaned by head back into the mystery hand and,
with my eyes closed, heard Mary’s voice saying, “are you ready to
go?”

I opened by eyes to look into her face smiling down at me.  I felt my
nipples start to harden again.

“Careful girl,” she laughed.  “You’re going to wear your sweater
out.”

I smiled up at her and, gathering my luggage, we set off for the
United parking garage.  We caught the employee shuttle and we were
soon placing our luggage in the trunk of Mary’s blue Miata.

We pulled out of the garage with the top up and caught the on-ramp to
the freeway.  I liked riding in Mary’s small car with the top up.  It
felt small and dark and very private.

“The panties you gave me on the plane.  They were quite wet,” Mary
glanced at me with a grin.  “Did you put on dry ones?”

“No.  Those were the only ones I had.  Want to see?” I said as I
started to pull my skirt up my legs.

Mary’s hand was resting on the gearshift lever, which was causing her
fingers to vibrate just a little.  “Yes,” was all she said.

I continued slowly pulling up my skirt up watching Mary’s eyes flit
back and forth from my lap to the road.  When just the bottom of my
pussy appeared Mary moved her hand off the gearshift lever and high
on my bare thigh.  I signed with pleasure at her touch.

She slowly slid her hand along my thigh and when she reached my pussy
she gasped in surprise.  I watched her face turn toward me as she
slowly rubbed her fingers over my erect, thumb-sized clit, and down
into my wet wide-open cunt.

“My god, Donna!” was all she said as she slowly stroked my entire
cunt.

Traffic picked that time to come to a standstill and Mary quickly
took her hand away to deal with the gearshift lever again.  I groaned
in frustration.

When the car stopped I took her hand off the lever and, looking at
her face, brought her fingers up to my mouth.  I slowly licked my
pussy juice off each finger.  First licking them one by one and than
taking each one deep in my mouth.  Mary stared at me, her face
slightly flushed and her beautiful lips slightly parted.  Her breath
was coming in short gasps as she watched me lick and suck each of her
fingers.

A honking horn behind us broke the spell.  We both looked quickly
ahead and seeing that the cars in front of us were now moving, Mary
smiled at me and put her hand back on the gearshift.

As we slowly inched forward, I could see the city of San Francisco on
our left.  I leaned over as though to get a better look and put my
hand on Mary’s skirt covered thigh.  I heard her sharp in take of
breath at my touch.

As Mary worked the gas pedal and brake with her right foot I slowly
eased her skirt up her leg.  She was wearing pantyhose, of course,
but even so the feel of her thigh was electric to me.

Once on the Bay Bridge, Mary reached for my cunt again, this time
concentrating on my clit.  Making sure that it was coated with the
juice flowing from my pussy Mary stroked by clit with her thumb and
forefinger like it was a small cock.  I was so close to cuming that I
could only put my head on the seatback and groan my need while I
lightly stroked her forearm.  We could both hear the squishy sound
her fingers were making and smell my over-flowing pussy.

It was only moments later, it seemed, and before I could orgasm that
we were on the streets of Berkeley.  We pulled into an underground
parking garage and, as Mary stopped the car in her spot, she turned
toward me and put her hands on either side of my head.  She stared
into my face with her eyes half closed from lust and desire.

This time her kiss wasn’t soft.  She kissed me in a frenzy of need,
licking my lips and my cheek and my eyes as if she wanted to devour
me.  She broke the kiss; we were now both breathing heavily.  “Let’s
go upstairs,” she said.

Mary’s apartment was elegant, not that I was in any mood to really
appreciate it when we arrived.  Before the door had even closed
behind us we were in each other’s arms, kissing passionately and
ripping at each other’s clothing.  Since I was wearing the least I
was naked first and I fell to my knees to roll Mary’s blue pantyhose
off.

I clutched the pantyhose at her waist and slowly rolled them down. 
First over her ass which I couldn’t see from the front but which I
caressed with my hands as I lowered the fabric.  Than the front,
slowly, ever so slowly as Mary moaned out loud above me.  I first saw
her bellybutton and stopping there reached out with my lips to kiss
and probe with my tongue.

As her beautiful dark pussy hair slowly came into view it was my turn
to moan.  I continued to roll her pantyhose down, feeling her grow
weak as more of her cunt was exposed to my gaze.  When her entire
pussy was open to my view the light glistened off the abundant juice
on her exposed cunt lips and upper thighs.

With a loud groan I buried my face in her cunt sucking as much of her
clit and labia as I could into my mouth breathing in her glorious hot
scent. 

“OHOHGODDONNA,” was the sound I heard from above me, and just like
that, she came.  I was surprised by the flood of her liquid that
filled my sucking mouth.  Mary’s legs gave out and she slid to the
floor with her pantyhose still around her thighs, and me now kissing
her mouth with my pussy-flavored lips.

Mary’s tongue reached out in a long lazy swipe to clear as much fluid
as she could reach from around my mouth and lips.  When I drew back
to look at her she was smiling at me with her eyes half-closed.  A
very satisfied look.

In the bedroom, I lay flat on my back as Mary, kneeling above me,
starting kissing me on my lips.  I was so excited, so turned on by
the events of the long night, that my hips were pumping the empty air
above them.  My legs were spread wide and I know that I was soaking
the sheet beneath me.

Mary kissed me slowly, first my lips and face and then my throat. 
Her touch sent slivers through me and I ran my hands frantically over
her body.  First her arms and back and finally her wonderful full
breasts.  I kneaded them, milking her white tits while she sucked
first one, then the other of my nipples into her mouth.

Mary continued to kiss and lick her way down my body finally, oh yes
finally, sucking my engorged clit into her mouth.  It was huge, as
big and throbbing and hard as it could get as she sucked and licked
it like a small cock.  I felt Mary’s fingers enter my cunt, first one
than the others until my entire pussy was filled with her thrusting
hand.

I could not contain myself any longer as I started to cum.  Cum in
loud release of feeling and intensity that felt like it would never
end.  I cried her name out loud as she sucked my clit all through my
orgasm.  When my cum passed I was surprised to find that I was crying
from the intensity of it.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.  It was the middle of the day
and we’d been working toward this moment all night.  I did get to
visit the university, finally, but mostly Mary called in sick until
my return trip.