AUTHOR'S NOTE: Serendipity - 31 And Gladys makes five
Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style.
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters active are 18 years of age or older.
Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup
*****
31 - And Gladys makes five
I woke to find myself sandwiched between Sam and Nicole, Maria was sitting up on the couch nursing Maya. I kissed one and then the other before turning back to our wayward stewardess. "So did you have fun yesterday?"
Sam rolled on her back, jeweled nipples standing up proud, eyes closed and grinning like it would hurt. "I never realized how much I missed flying..."
"Did you have fun playing stewardess?" Nicole asked.
"I did for a bit, then Brittany took over and I went to the flight deck with Justin." she said giggling. I raised an eyebrow, so she continued.
"Oh it was hilarious Master. Those guys are going to have THE' WORST case of blue balls or sore girlfriends when they get home."
I smiled a bit at that, "What did she do this time?"
"She started off teasing them as they got on the plane. She hitched the waist of her vest and skirt up, so the vest was billowing open in the slightest breeze and the edge of her bikini bottoms was visible even if she was standing still."
"And of course she was standing still..." the picture of Brittany flashing bits here and there coming to mind, that little white band running up the crack of her ass not even covering her rosebud...
"Oh of course... and the guys all let her store their baggage in the overhead. I just shook my head and went up to tease Justin."
"Tease Justin?"
"AAAANY WAAAAYY, just as I was about to slide in I watched the little tease. She winked at me, hitched her skirt a little more, and then fell to the floor like she tripped. Face down butt in the air and her skirt flipped up around her waist giving those guys a hell of a look at her g-string running between her cheeks."
"The she hollered, 'WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG, I SHOULD BE IN JAMAICA GETTING RID OF MY TAN LINES ABOUT NOW...' She turned back to the guys, butt still in the air, 'Sorry fells, you don't want to hear about it...' then finally reached back and flipped her skirt back down before getting things arranged in the galley."
Nicole and Maria were giggling, I just smiled and shook my head, "She certainly has a talent for teasing."
"Oh she was just getting started. After a bit of the dumb blond routine she got them asking, and then she just blurted it out like she had been holding it in. "You really want to know, OK, here it is. I should be romping around on the beach in Jamaica getting rid of all my tan lines. Instead I got sent out here last week, then put up in hotel with a broken pool that I have to wear a bikini at. The only one I have with covers WAY too much. I just get done oiling up and I get a call to come here, and the only uniform I have is borrowed and way to big.' She grabs the edges of her vest and pulls it open. 'See what I mean. This bikini is WAY too big.'" Nicole burst out laughing.
Now the bikini top she had on the other morning was barely large enough to cover her areola, and did nothing to hide the glint of her jewelry...
"She teased them off and on for the first hour until one of the guys got the nerve to ask her to take her vest off since it didn't fit right. After a bit of hem and haw, and a one hundred dollar tip, she took it off. A little later the skirt found its way on to the pile as well with another tip. Then about halfway to Chicago she lost her top playing shots."
"SHE WHAT?"
"Relax Master, THEY were playing shots. Seems they somehow got the impression she got a percentage of what was sold out of the liquor cabinet. She was only drinking water, THEY thought it was vodka."
I had to smile and chuckle a bit at that.
"She was pumping them for information, something about a shady real estate deal she said. That reminds me." Sam hopped up from beside me, nipple bells jingling, and scooted out to the kitchen rummaging around in her jacket from the sounds of it.
Sam came back in with some business cards and a slip of paper. "Brittany says you need to have Francis run these names." She laid back beside me, but with her head on my chest. She put my hand on her mound and reached back to begin stroking me. My finger slid in with no resistance, she was getting wet just relaying yesterday's events.
Nicole leaned over and gave her an upside down kiss, then settled back a bit and let her hand join Sam's in stroking me. "And where were you through all this little one?" she asked.
"In the co-pilot seat..."
"And?" she asked.
"Well the guys shouldn't be the only ones enjoying them selves. So Justin...let me... take my jacket off."
"
Let you?
" Nicole said.
"Well he didn't make me put it back on..." she was grinning like crazy. "So we get into Chicago, and we let the guys off the plane. And yes she slipped her skirt and vest back on. I slipped my top off before I put my jacket on so we at least matched." Now Nicole was downright laughing. I should have been mad at something, but I could just imagine Justin watching her strip her bikini top off before putting her jacket back on...
"So we taxi to the hanger for refuel, and while we're waiting we relieved Justin."
I pressed hard into her clit, "Relieved?"
"FUUUUUCK... Yes Master, we couldn't have him walking around with his cock trying to break free of his pants could we? So we gave him a double hummer." She said as she flexed up into my finger getting it closer to her opening. She scooted up enough to let me get the tip of my finger in her, and hissed when Nicole began lightly stroking the underside of her tit.