The Flight of Her Life

The flight was taking forever. The uncomfortable seats, the inability to move around freely, and the cramped rows of people were driving Betty crazy. She politely asked the people sitting on the aisle and middle seats to let her stand up and get by them. The disdainful looks from them both just added to her misery.

As she walked toward the back of the plane, she was people watching anyone that caught her attention. There was the lady holding the baby that had been crying for the last hour, the man typing away on his laptop to make people think he was important, and then a couple caught her attention. Not because they were doing anything to draw her gaze, but because they were both cuddled under a blanket and the woman was biting on her lower lip. The man's eyes were focused on the seat back in front of him and didn't seem to even notice the person in the aisle seat next to him. The girl could have been asleep for all she knew, but the lip biting just seemed to be out of place for taking a nap.

She made her way to the lavatory, peed, and washed up. As Betty headed back to her seat, she glanced over to the couple she had seen before. This time she took the opportunity to really observe them as she approached from behind. It was clear that the woman was not sleeping as her head had moved from the man's shoulder to the aircraft wall, and her rapid breathing was fogging up the window. Not knowing why the woman would be breathing so hard, she began to get concerned that she was in distress. As she came even with the row they were seated in, Betty was able to see under the blanket, which had shifted as the woman moved. The man sitting next to her had his hand inside her panties and she was in the middle of, what she could only assume was, an orgasm, a really good one by the looks of it. Her gaze lingered a bit too long as she passed, and the man caught her looking at them. He just smiled and gave her a wink. Betty quickly walked back to her seat and buckled in.

Although she really hadn't been able to see anything, the reaction from the man was all the confirmation Betty needed to know that the couple was doing more than just making the best of their time stuck on the flight. As she sat there, she kept thinking about the last time she had been with someone that made her have an orgasm. It was certainly not in a situation like this. Betty had never even had sex outside of the bedroom. It wasn't that she was a prude, just that the few lovers she had been with to that point were not very adventurous. The thoughts running through her mind were doing nothing to assuage her displeasure with the flight conditions but were giving her a much happier and erotic place to mentally wander.

The flight was over sooner than she expected it to be, but given that her mind had been preoccupied with the thought of the other woman being fingered to orgasm in such a public place, it came as no surprise.

Betty deplaned without looking toward the rear of the aircraft and decided to use the restroom before picking up her bags. As she was walking into the restroom, she saw the woman from the plane coming in behind her. As they both stood there waiting for a stall to open, the woman said hello to her. Not realizing that she was talking to her, Betty ignored the greeting. The woman said it again and tapped Betty on the shoulder to let her know that it was indeed her she was speaking to. Taken aback, she replied and only gave a slight glance over her shoulder in acknowledgement. The woman then asked her if she had enjoyed the show. Betty was flustered and was very unsure what to say. She was very happy that before she had to respond a stall opened and she was able to get away from the conversation. The woman took the stall next to her. As she was sitting there contemplating what to do, a note appeared under the divider. It read "Please don't be embarrassed. We love to know that others are watching us. My name is Carla, my boyfriend and I would like to talk with you if you are willing?"

This made the hair on the back of her neck stand up and sparked fears of being kidnapped flashing through her mind. She wasn't sure how she should respond, but as she was trying to decide what to do the stall next door opened and the woman left. She waited a few minutes before she emerged from the stall. She washed her hands and stared at her reflection in the mirror wondering what was going on.

As she came out of the restroom, she spotted the couple across the walkway and saw that they were looking at her and smiling. Her head was swimming with thoughts of what to do. Her first thought was to find a TSA officer and report the couple, but then she saw them start to walk away. This intrigued her enough to begin walking as well. She kept an eye on them as she headed toward baggage claim. They didn't even turn around to see if she was following them. When they arrived to claim their luggage, they found that theirs were the only items left on the carousel. She thought this was odd at first, but then remembered how long she had been in the restroom.

Betty approached her bag and noticed the couple doing so as well. With almost no one else near them she decided to ask what they wanted from her. They reached the bags together and she turned toward them and said, "I don't know what is going on, but I would really like an explanation". Carla spoke first and introduced them to her. "My name, as you know, is Carla, and this is my boyfriend Wayne. Wayne said he saw you watching us on the plane, and I wanted to let you know that we are ok with being watched and that you shouldn't be upset or embarrassed about it". "As a matter of fact," she continued, "if you're not busy tonight, we would like to invite you to have dinner and drinks with us".

Betty was struggling to comprehend what she was hearing. Not only was this couple, that she didn't even know, saying they wanted her to watch them on the plane, but they appeared to be inviting her to dinner and possibly even an encore show. Betty took some time to think about it before responding. As she was mulling it over, Carla offered Betty her phone number and said to text them if she was interested in joining them. With that the pair took their bags and walked away.

Betty was stunned by the conversation and forwardness of Carla and Wayne. She wished she could be freer like that but was just not sure enough of herself to pull it off. She went to the rideshare island and took an Uber to her hotel.

After checking in and making her way to her room she decided to unpack and freshen up. She hung up all her clothes and undressed to take a shower. She stood in the shower with the water flowing over her head and neck letting the hot water relax her stiff muscles from the flight. The shower was equipped with an adjustable handheld head, and she turned it to the massage setting and used the water to sooth her lower back and leg muscles. The water was like tiny fingers working on the muscles and she was starting to relax and feel almost normal.

As she was standing in the shower, Betty thought about the dinner offer and what it might possibly lead to. She didn't know these two people, but the thought of watching them pleasure each other was exciting to her. Maybe it was the voyeuristic nature of it all, maybe it was the fact that these were complete strangers and she would never see them again. Betty didn't care at this point; she was getting turned on and decided to do something about it.

She put the shower head onto a strong narrow setting and began moving the stream over her breasts and nipples. The water stung slightly from the pressure but was exactly what she wanted. With her other hand she started to massage her breasts as the water was hitting them. She began moving the head lower along her stomach. She ran the water down the front of her legs and back up along the back of them. The spray hit between her ass cheeks as it moved up to her back and sent tingles through her body straight to her nipples, which became fully erect from the sensation. Betty reached back with her free hand as she bent over and spread her cheeks apart. She guided the stream between her cheeks, so it was hitting directly on her asshole. The water felt so good as it massaged and pressed against her tight little opening. The pressure was causing it to relax, and she could feel the water working its way inside her bottom every time she passed the spray over it. She was getting very hot and needed to free up both her hands so she could be more assertive with herself.

She saw that the shower had a sliding height adjustment for the handheld head and lowered it as far as it would go. She turned the adaptor so the holder would allow the shower head to spray the water upwards rather than down. This allowed her to guide the stream to a height and level that would spray exactly where she wanted it. With her hands now free, she reached between her legs and pressed her finger against her asshole. The massaging motion she was using with the water from the shower head felt sublime. Her mind was engulfed with one thought only, putting a finger inside her ass. Her finger slid through the first sphincter muscle and was working on the second one when she felt something new dripping on her arm. Her pussy was as wet as she could remember it ever being and the viscous liquid coming from deep inside was dripping onto her arm between her legs. This made her desire to have her ass filled even greater and she pressed a second finger in. With both fingers fully inserted, she moved her other hand to her pussy and began rubbing her clit. This made her pussy flow even more and she could feel how slick it was making her even through the water trying to wash it away. With two fingers now fully inside her ass pumping in and out, she inserted two fingers into her pussy so that her palm was rubbing her clit at the same time.

It only took a few moments for Betty to reach orgasm as she fingered both her pussy and ass. As she came, she pushed the fingers deeper into her pussy and pulled the ones from her ass. It was like a popping release as they came out and enhanced the feeling of her orgasm. She slowly rubbed her asshole, not pressing in, just massaging the outside. Her fingers, now covered in her sticky juices slipped easily from her pussy and she brought them directly to her mouth to lick them clean.

The shower was so relaxing, but not in the way she had intended it to be, making her want to text Carla and Wayne. As she was drying off, she walked into her room and saw the paper with Carla's number on it. Betty also saw that her curtains were wide open, and she could see clearly out the window. Her room was on the 4th floor, but the window faced a busy park. She could see lots of people in the park walking around and enjoying the last rays from the afternoon sun. With just her towel to cover her she walked over the window and surveyed the park below. No one seemed to be looking up at the hotel, so she let the towel drop to the floor. As Betty stood there completely naked, watching those people in the park, she realized that she was hoping someone would glance up and see her. She picked up her phone and, almost as if in a daze, sent Carla a text message saying that she would like to have dinner.

She stood in front of the window with nothing on until her phone buzzed with a response. The vibration from the phone sent the same kind of tingle through her as the water had just a few minutes before. She was excited and scared of the reply, wanting to see what the evening might bring, yet unsure if it was what she really thought it would be. As she unlocked the screen and read the reply her heart was racing in her chest. Carla said that they would love to meet up and offered a location. It turned out that their hotels were just across the street from each other and the restaurant she mentioned was just down the block. They agreed on a time and Betty started to get ready. She picked out the most provocative clothes she had brought with her, and a lace bra and matching thong. She styled her hair, put on her makeup and headed out the door.

She arrived at the restaurant exactly on time and saw Carla and Wayne standing at the podium talking with the hostess. She approached them and struck up a conversation as they waited for their table. The conversation was slow at first, but soon they were laughing and having a great time. They were seated and dinner was delivered. They shared 3 bottles of wine as the evening proceeded.

After they had finished eating and were just savoring the wine, Carla finally brought up the subject that Betty was both fearing and hoping she would. Carla looked Betty directly in the eyes and said, "we wanted to know if you would be interested in coming back to our hotel for a threesome"? The words were not unexpected, but their bluntness took Betty off guard. She was visibly flustered and stumbled with her reply. Not being able to make eye contact with either of them she responded with a demure "sure".

They finished the wine and Wayne paid the bill. They walked to the bar in the lobby of their hotel and had a few more drinks before ordering another bottle of wine to take to the room. Carla and Betty headed up while Wayne remained in the bar to have another drink to give the girls time to get comfortable. As they rode the elevator up Carla took Betty's hand, pulled her close and kissed her. Betty, still in a state of disbelief, was hesitant, but kissed her back. Carla was leading the way as they walked off the elevator and down the hall. Betty couldn't help herself and was fixated on Carla's ass bouncing under her dress. She had noticed that it was firm and shaped like a peach as they walked from the restaurant. The material clung to it, but she couldn't tell if she was wearing panties, or even a thong.

They reached the room; Carla opened the door. As she crossed the threshold her dress slid from her shoulders and landed around her feet. Betty was now staring at her completely nude figure. It was petite but well endowed for her size. She noticed that she had been correct in her assumption that Carla was not wearing panties. As she turned around Betty could see the perfectly trimmed pubic hair highlighting her pussy. She approached Betty and kissed her again. Not a simple lip to lip kiss, but a deeply passionate kiss with her tongue dancing around Betty's mouth. Betty wrapped her arms around Carla and pulled her close. They kissed long and slow for what seemed to be minutes standing just inside the open door.

Betty felt the zipper on her dress being pulled down and stopped kissing for a moment before deciding to let the action proceed. Her back was now exposed to the hallway, and she was beginning to feel a bit self-conscious. As she started to push Carla into the room farther her dress began sliding from her body. Before she was able to catch it the dress was hanging on her arms and her bra covered breasts were out. Carla took her arms and guided the dress off them and down her body.

Betty was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but her lingerie and heels. Carla stepped back into the room, looking over Betty's body and laid the dress Betty had just been wearing over chair back. She continued to walk into the room and turned on the lights. Betty was still standing in the entrance and unaware that several people were now looking at her from the hallway. When someone cleared their throat, she spun around and flashed the people as they strolled by with approving looks on their faces.

Betty walked into the room and closed the door. She looked at Carla who was standing there wearing nothing but a smile. Carla broke the silence by asking how she liked those people looking at her. Betty thought for a moment and said, "it really turned me on". Carla smiled bigger and began kissing her again.

Betty could feel Carla's firm breasts pressing against hers. She could feel her hands roaming over her shoulders and around her back. She was longing for Carla's touch. Wanting to feel her hands all over her body and to feel their skin touching even more. Carla, unhooked Betty's bra and helped it off her breasts. She placed a hand on her tit and rubbed the nipple with the palm of her hand. The indirect, but firm pressure felt wonderful, but Betty wanted a more focused touch on her nipple. As if on cue, Carla pinched her nipple. The pain was light, but accomplished what Carla wanted. She could see Betty twitch as she squeezed and pressed her breast into Carla's grasp at the same time. Carla bent down and began sucking on Betty's nipples. First one, then the other. Cupping the other breast as her mouth engulfed each nipple. While she was bent over, she slipped Betty's thong over her hips and down her legs. Feeling the lace slide down her legs and Carla's touch pushing it down was almost enough to make Betty's knees buckle.

She was now nude in front of this woman she hardly knew. Looking down at her as she was kissing her breasts and exploring her body with her hands, Betty was feeling touches everywhere that would linger even after Carla moved to a new location on her body.

Finally, Carla stood up and poured them both a glass of wine. She went over to the couch in front of the window, which Betty just realized had the curtains wide open. Being that it was night, and the lights being on in the room, she recognized that anyone looking toward the room would have a perfect view right in. Normally she would have felt uncomfortable with it open like that. Maybe it was the wine, or the fact that they were both standing there in the nude, but she just didn't seem to care.

Carla sat down and draped her leg over the arm of the couch, exposing her pussy for Betty to see. She had lips that protruded, and her clit was prominent enough for her to see it from where she was across the room. Betty could feel herself becoming wet seeing her like that. She couldn't take her eyes off the view. This was not the first time she had been with a woman. But it had been a long time and Carla was by far the most forward she had ever been with. Carla was rubbing her breasts and pinching her own nipples as Betty stood there gazing at her. She motioned for Betty to come over with a wink and smile.

Betty came over and set her wine glass on the table as she knelt and kissed Carla. It was a passionate kiss, but only lasted for a second. She had other things that she wanted to have her mouth on right now. Betty took Carla's nipple into her mouth and pulled on it. Carla let out a little whimper as Betty's tongue flicked her nipples. Betty was rubbing her hands over Carla's legs and moving them farther up with each pass over the skin. She could sense Carla getting excited as she brushed her fingers through her pubic hair. The coarse hair was just long enough for Betty to catch it between her fingers and tug on it. Each time she did, Carla would twitch and moan softly.

Betty was feeling lightheaded from the wine and the experience she was having. Her hands seemingly moved of their own free will as she parted Carla's lips and felt the thick liquid flowing from her pussy onto her hand. The warmth of it coating her fingers and the viscous texture were further intoxicating. She raised her fingers to Carla's mouth and offered her the first taste. Carla slowly licked Betty's finger and then took it all the way into her mouth and sucked it clean. Betty shuddered with delight as she watched her finger slide into Carla's mouth.

That was all it took for Betty to throw abandon to the wind and place her face between Carla's legs. The scent of her pussy filled Betty's senses. The taste as her tongue parted her lips and lapped up her juices rolled across her taste buds and filled her mouth. She was gently licking from her vaginal opening up to her clit. Each time her tongue touched her clit Carla would press her pelvis into Betty's face. Betty could feel Carla's clit throbbing with her heartbeat. The flow emanating from within her cunt seemed to be endless, but Betty didn't care since she wanted to get deeper into it with every lick.