Ann: A Love Story Ch. 22

"Ready to cum, my dear?" I asked.

Tina could only nod as I had before. She freaked for a moment when I pulled my hand away from her crotch, and I flashed a wicked grin as I grabbed a big ice cube from my own little cup. Her eyes grew wide as a slid my hand back under the blanket. I leaned close and whispered seductively into her ear, mirroring how she'd done me. "I believe they say that turnabout is fair play."

I shoved the ice cube deep into Tina's pussy with two fingers. It was the first time I'd actually inserted them any farther than my first knuckle. Tina jumped and quickly reached for the cup, gulping a huge mouthful of my cum along with the littler cubes in her cup. Her body went stiff as I rubbed my thumb over her clit while I kept shoving my fingers in and out of her cunt.

It was an amazing orgasm. I could feel Tina's silky walls trying to swallow my fingers, gripping at them. Her forehead was damp with perspiration, and she closed her eyes. When she finally opened them, her eyelids fluttered, and she sank back into her seat.

"God that was incredible. I've never felt anything like that before. What a rush!" Tina said as she breathed hard, trying to catch her breath.

"So it was good for you too," I said as I continued to play with her clit.

"Oh fuck, yeah! But stop...please."

"Why? I know you. You're only a minute or so away from an even bigger one."

"Because...I know I can't hold it in again. I'll scream my head off. And if you keep that up, I'm going to fuck you right here."

We saw the stewardess approaching us again, and I decided that Tina was right. We'd taken a big enough chance. While technically, we probably still didn't qualify for the mile high club, to get each other off in a plane like we had was a milestone. As the stewardess got to us, she simply said, "We're getting near our approach. If you need to go to the bathroom or anything to clean up, now's the time."

I wasn't sure if she knew what we were doing, but I wondered. Tina excused herself to go, and I sat there and handed her my trash. The stewardess, a stunning older blond named Rachel according to her nametag, nodded toward Tina's cup and asked if she was done with it.

"I'm not sure. I suppose you should leave it."

"Really. That's pretty good recovery if you can fill that again," she said with a wink. Then she turned and walked away. I might have turned a little red, but that didn't stop me from leaning over to watch her nice ass bouncing down that aisle as she walked back toward the front of the plane. I was still looking when Tina came back to the seat.

"What are you looking at?' Tina said as she moved me to sit back down.

"Uh...Rachel," I said, still blushing a little.

"Who's Rachel?"

"Our stewardess. She caught us."

"What do you mean? She knows?"

"Oh yeah."

I gave Tina a quick synopsis of my conversation with Rachel, and she laughed. "Well, can you?"

"Can I what?"

"Pump out another shot. Let's give it a try and see if we can really impress her."

I thought she was joking, but Tina grabbed my cock and went to town. She wasn't trying to be as discrete this time. I mean, she wasn't exposing me, but her arm was really moving. I was glad there was no one in the seats across the aisle from us, because there was no doubt what Tina was doing, and what I was letting her do.

It took a little bit, but after about 10 minutes Tina had me close again. Taking the cup, she put it back in place and dipped the tip of my cock in the ice a second time. Even though I knew what to expect, I was still stunned by the feeling. I came, although not as much and not as hard...but I was gasping for air when I finished.

~*~*~*~*~*~

My cock was neatly tucked back into my pants, and the blanket was just as neatly folded, sitting on the seat next to Tina. Rachel walked towards us, diligently telling the passengers to put their trays up and put their seats in the upright position as we prepared to make our final approach. Rachel walked past with a pleasant smile, but that was about it, and I could tell it disappointed Tina that she didn't get to show off the fruits of her labor. My fruits, to be specific. But Rachel did have a job to do.

"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to lift Tina's spirits.

"I will be, once we're on the ground," she said, taking a nervous sip of her 'cocktail'.

"I thought you were over that."

"I'm not sure you ever get over a fear. I'm just hoping to control it."

I grinned, trying to calm her nerves. "So, how's that going?"

"I find it a lot easier when my mind is on sex. This helps." Tina took another slurp from her cup, holding my cum in her mouth for me to see as she grinned back. She didn't notice Rachel walk from the back of the plane and stand next to her as she playfully rolled the load around on her extended tongue.

"I see you were able to refill your cup. I don't know which one of you I'm more impressed with." She nodded toward me and said, "You, for being able to reload so quickly, or you, young lady for how fast that arm was moving."

Tina snapped her head around with her tongue still out, looking at Rachel wide eyed. The comment, and Rachel standing there, caught her off guard. The shock caused an automatic reaction, and she closed her mouth and swallowed the evidence, but not before Rachel saw it.

"Well, I already knew you swallowed. Why else would you be keeping it on ice? But I do love a girl that likes to savor it. May I sit down?"

Tina nodded almost trance like. Rachel didn't really wait for the answer, sitting quickly in the open seat on the aisle next to us. She buckled up, and nodded towards us. "Maggie is going to be telling us to get ready soon. You might as well get strapped in."

Tina handed Rachel the cup absentmindedly, looking for her seatbelt. "Oh, am I supposed to have some, or am I just holding this for you?" Rachel grinned.

Rachel radiated sex appeal, her eyes sparkling as she waited for a response. The wrinkles around her eyes showed her years, but the rest of her face was smooth and youthful. Her makeup was modest, but highlighted her cheekbones and eyes. Sitting in her white blouse and blue blazer, it was hard to see the outline of her chest, but I knew she was well proportioned. Probably a 36 C cup. Rachel crossed her legs, letting me see her blue stiletto and tan nylons. Her beige skirt came to just above her knees as she worked, but she let it ride up her thighs a little as she sat with us.

Tina was staring at her just as much as I was, but probably not in the same way. She was trying to figure out what Rachel was doing next to her. I was busy checking her out. Rachel saw through both of out motives. I suppose years of dealing with the public in that environment had taught her how to read people pretty well. She was just as smart as she was sexy, which was very.

"So, are you going to answer me, Tina?" Rachel said.

My ears must have turned like a dog. Rachel said Tina's name. I caught it instantly, but Tina was so bewildered by Rachel that she missed it, instead concentrating on the question.

"Answer you?"

"Yes. Am I just holding this, or were you offering me some?"

"Uh..." was all Tina could think to say.

"I think I'll consider that an offer," Rachel said, raising the cup to her mouth. She took a generous mouthful, complete with some ice, and played with it much like Tina had. Finally swallowing it, she licked her lips, which were perfectly framed in a dark red lipstick that played well against her long, honey blond hair.

"You taste wonderful, Neil," she said as she handed the glass back to Tina, who quickly took another drink for herself to calm her nerves...this time caused by Rachel's forwardness.

Seeing the situation for what it was, I tried to strike a confident and aggressive tone. I figured Rachel knew what she wanted, or at the very least she had a reason to be where she was. For her to buckle on approach meant she was intending to sit there during the landing.

"Thank you Rachel. I'm sure you taste wonderful too."

Rachel grinned. "My, you just jump right to the point, don't you?"

"No sense pretending. You're sitting there for a reason."

"True. Maggie is learning. I'm training her, so I'm letting her do the approach procedures solo today. I decided to pretend I'm a passenger to see how she does, and I figured this was as good a place as any to sit. You don't mind, do you?"

Tina shook her head. I laughed.

"I amuse you?" Rachel asked coyly.

"You amaze me. That's a great ruse, and it's probably true. But there are a hundred empty seats on this flight. You're here for a reason."

"What makes you say that?" she said as she twirled her hair on her finger like a flirting schoolgirl.

"Because you bothered to find out our names. I'm pretty sure you didn't do that with all the passengers. Are we in some kind of trouble?"

"Trouble? Heaven's no. You're very perceptive though, Neil."

"And?"

"And you're right. When I saw what you two were doing, I have to admit, I got a little excited. That kind of thing doesn't happen that much anymore."

Tina turned red. "I thought we were being discreet."

"Oh, you were honey. Maggie never noticed, and I'm sure none of the other passengers did either."

"But you did!" Tina exclaimed.

"Well, I've been doing this job for almost twenty years. You two reminded me of what it was like to do this when I first started."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Back in the good old days, during the dawn of the sexual revolution. To be a stewardess then was a constant good time. It was like life was one big party. I had sex almost every day, in a different city...and on more than my fair share of flights. Think of the stories you've probably heard about stewardesses. A lot of them are true, and I was one of them. It was wild. I miss those days."

"What changed?"

"The world, I suppose. America is still stuck up about sex, and now with diseases...well, it's become more of a job now, where before it was just always fun. I was thinking about quitting, but the money's good, and I have a lot of seniority. And its days like today and couples like you that keep me going."

I laughed and said, "Well, I'm happy we could make your day."

"You're going to make it Sunday too."

"What?" I asked, not sure what she really was getting at.

"I already checked. You two are on the first two legs of my flight home on Sunday."

The trip that was scheduled by the company I was interviewing with was booked so fast that the flights were not exactly the best. Going out, we had the layover in Cleveland. But going back, we had to fly to Dallas first, and then fly to Fort Wayne on the same plane. There was even a layover in Dallas.

"Where's home?" I asked.

"Chicago. I'm based out of O'Hare. I woke up this morning in Phoenix, flew to Cleveland, and I end up in DC."

"So, how does that work, exactly, if you live in Chicago?" I asked, suddenly curious about her life, even though I wasn't really sure why.

"Well, my schedule is unusual because of my seniority. I can pick and choose my flights a little easier than, say, Maggie can. She gets what she gets. I work three weeks domestically, and one week internationally each month. When I fly overseas, I work a flight, have two days off, then fly back and have the rest of the week off. When I work here, I work three days, have one off, work a day, and have two more off. So, this is the last of three straight days for me. Like I said, I woke up this morning in Phoenix, flew to Cleveland, and I'll have tomorrow off in DC. Then I fly back with the two of you to Dallas and Fort Wayne, and then it's just a short trip home to Chicago for a couple of days off."

"Isn't that a long time to be gone?"

"You get used to it. The first trip of the workweek, I always do a return run. I'll fly to say, New York or Denver, and then fly back home the same day. The second day I fly somewhere and stay, and then fly the next day and stay with a day off. So I'm home four days out of a week, and I'm away three straight days. But like I said, I always get to choose the flights, so I get to choose where I stay when I have my days off."

"So what are you doing tomorrow?" I asked.

"Are you inviting me somewhere?" Rachel asked, going back into flirt mode.

"No...just curious."

"You first...what are you two doing in DC."

"Actually, we're driving to West Virginia. I have a job interview tomorrow. Tina is coming with me to check out the area."

"So, you two might be moving there?"

"Oh, not me," Tina said, trying to get a rise out of Rachel. "My stepsister. Neil is engaged to her. She couldn't make it this weekend, so I'm filling in for her."

Being a child of the aforementioned sexual revolution, Rachel didn't bat an eye. She just smiled and said, "You take that 'filling in' part a little more literal that most."

"It's okay...Ann knows. She lives in California right now. So, she has me 'filling in' for her. I've been 'filling in' for her once a week for almost a month now." Tina held up her glass and wiggled it before taking another sip. "You see how he is. If we let him get too backed up, he'll blow the poor girl's head off if she sucks him on their wedding night."

Rachel laughed. Loud. It was an infectious laugh, the kind that could draw attention in all the right ways, and I was sure some heads turned to try and find the source.

"So, Tina. By filling in, do you mean you're just relieving the pressure valve like you did today?"

"Oh no...I'm a body double. When I fill in, I really fill in. And he fills me, trust me."

"I'll have to, I suppose. But I am a little jealous. Is this just a family thing, or can anybody help?" Rachel said winking at me.

"So, then you don't have plans tomorrow," I said with a laugh.

"Actually, I do. I was just wondering, and flirting."

"So what does a good looking woman like yourself do with a free day in the Nation's Capital?" I asked.

"I'll be spending the day with Bradley."

"And Bradley is..."

"A dashing young sales executive I met a year or so ago. He has an apartment in Northern Virginia. I'll be spending the day, and the night, with him."

"He lives there?"

"No...he keeps an apartment there. I think he lives outside Philadelphia somewhere."

"You think?" Tina said with a laugh.

"I'm not really sure. We meet up once a month."

"Let me get this straight. He keeps an apartment just so he can be with you once a month?"

"I never said that. He's in DC a couple of weeks a month. It's cheaper to rent an apartment and work out of that than to stay in a hotel all the time."

"Oh...so you just stop in when he's there to say hi," Tina asked.

"No, Tina. I stop in to fuck."

"Really?"

"Do you ever watch 'Cheers'?" Rachel asked, referring to the television show.

"I've seen it," Tina said as I nodded in agreement.

"Have you seen those episodes where a hot young stewardess blows into town hoping to hook up with Sam?" We both nodded, and Rachel said, "Well, I like to think I'm a slightly older version of them. Except, I never have to 'hope'. I set my flight schedule up a month in advance knowing where, and who, I'm going to be spending some quality time with."

"Are any of the guys you hook up with married?" I asked for my own personal, selfish reasons. While I wasn't really sure what our relationship would be like once Ann and I actually got married, I knew there was some liklihood that we might have some kind of extra curricular sex together with others. But it wasn't lost on me what happened in my past. I could easily see a person in Rachel's position as a rogue matrimonial terrorist, striking at the very heartbeat of happy homes.

Maggie came over the intercom, and Rachel held her hand up and said, "Hold that thought. I have to do my job for a second."

The three of us listened to Maggie perform the end of flight procedures; one of us more intently listening than the other two. When she finished, she thanked us all for flying with them and told us to prepare for landing. She did a good job, even in Rachel's eyes.

"I think she's ready. She did really well."

"Been training her long?" Tina asked.

"A couple of months. She's kind of like a little sister to me now. She likes to follow in my footsteps. She's enthusiastic, and a quick learner."

"So she works all the flights that you work?"

"Right now, until I turn her loose on her own, yeah."

"And does she know you set your schedule based on who you're going to fuck," I said bluntly.

Rachel grinned. "I love your frankness Neil. That's a trait I look for in men. Yes, she knows now. Like I said, she's a quick study. She's got a couple of guys she's been able to hook up with. And to answer your earlier question, no, I don't mess with married men anymore. I did in my early days. But like I said, that was when almost everybody was screwing around...and I was young. It's too messy now, and I don't like being the other woman. Unless of course there are two of us in the room." Rachel nodded toward Maggie as she passed us down the aisle.

"Do you mean Maggie?" Tina asked, starting to blush.

"I told you, she's a quick learner. I think last night brought out all of her bisexual side."

"Last night?"

"Yeah. She found out when we landed that her date had to cancel, and she didn't have a place to stay because the hotels were booked because of a convention. So I took her with me to Ramon's house."

"And Ramon would be..."

"My Latin stud in Phoenix. He's an architect I met a couple of years ago on a flight. We get together every three months or so to have some fun. He's an adventurous kind of guy, and I knew he wouldn't mind me bringing Maggie. I didn't think it would turn into a threesome, but hey...sometimes you get lucky and get surprised. Like today." Rachel winked at us again.

Tina took another little sip of her cum filled cup, and handed it back to Rachel, who smiled and took one of her own. She savored it, letting the thick white goo float around in her mouth before she swallowed. Then she filled her mouth again before handing the glass back to Rachel. After she swallowed the second helping, she looked at me. "I love that taste. And it leaves such a wonderful aftertaste. I wonder what it tastes like when it's warm and not cold."

I could only imagine where she was going with that conversation, but the wheels touched down and we were rolling to a stop at the end of the runway.

"Well, unfortunately, I have to go back to work now. Thanks for livening up my afternoon. I'm really looking forward to serving you on Sunday. You're limited members of the mile high club now. Maybe we can find a way to make you two official members with full benefits."

With that, Rachel unbuckled, bounced up, and bounded down the aisle. Tina and I looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh. We were going home on what had to be a full flight on a Sunday to Dallas. Maybe Rachel was talking about the flight to Fort Wayne from there, but it all seemed moot. I wasn't about to fuck Tina in an airplane lavatory, and doing her in our seats was not going to happen. It was a nice thought though, and we got a giggle out of what we'd done.

The plane pulled into the gate, and we had that long, ridiculous wait until we were able to actually get up and get our stuff out of the overhead compartment. Finally, the herd passed, and Tina was able to get out. I got our bags and carried them while I followed her slowly down the aisle to the exit near the cabin as she continued to nurse the special drink I'd made for her. When we finally made it to the front of the plane, Rachel was waiting with Maggie. Maggie took one look at Tina and took the cup from her hand. Taking a quick gulp, she looked at Rachel and said, "Dammit. I can't believe it. I've got to start paying more attention to what's going on. And I can't believe I missed the whole thing. It is good though." She handed the glass back to Tina, who like me, was a little bewildered by Maggie's reaction.