Ann: A Love Story Ch. 29

I was tired. And that passing thought of Ann made me think of my conversation with her. I sat on the other side of the aisle, in the darkened corner, watching Rachel and Tina as I thought about the conversation. The action on the floor of the plane was like a TV in the background when you're concentrating on something else. It was noise. It wasn't entertaining any longer. It was just noise.

I became enthralled with thinking about Ann. Here I had two wonderful, attractive women pleasuring each other in front of me. And I had a raging hard on, brought about in part by a third gorgeous babe. And yet I could have cared less at the moment. In truth, I really was tired. Not just from the traveling, and the whirlwind weekend. I was tired of being without Ann. My heart sank, and so did my cock. Everything I had done with Tina was wonderful. And yet, it was somewhat empty. It wasn't Tina. I really liked her. She was a lot of fun, and fantastic in bed...or out of bed. Even on an airplane. But no matter how much I tried to spin it, she wasn't Ann. Then again, she never pretended to be, which was what made it work between us. Still, I knew there was a void; one only Ann could fill.

Doing a quick self-analysis, I knew I wasn't falling back into depression. In reality, I was as mentally strong as I could remember being in a couple of years. My confidence and self-assurance were soaring. But I knew at that moment that fucking Rachel wasn't going to fill the void I was feeling.

I was torn. I felt like I owed Rachel. She'd gone to a lot of trouble to make the arrangements. And Ann had set the whole thing up. Add to that Tina inviting her to join us, thinking that I would want a chance to fuck her, Rachel would be expecting it. I felt like I was dealing with Nancy, the plant receptionist. It was implied that I would fuck her. Now, with the opportunity to make good on that veiled promise, I felt more angst than attraction. I didn't know what to do. The truth was, my heart wasn't in it. I probably could make an effort, and I was sure with Tina involved, I'd get hard and be able to perform. But I didn't want to.

I never heard them stop. My eyes were open, but I was staring in the distance...all the way to Northern California. It helped that the windows on the plane were next to me, and we were cruising at 35,000 feet. I had opened the blind, and was looking at the vast horizon. It certainly felt like I could see the West Coast. I was snapped out of my funk by a hand rubbing my thigh. I knew one of the two women was sitting next to me, and from the touch, I was pretty sure it wasn't Tina.

"Care to join us?" Rachel asked, her hand inching its way toward my cock. I turned to look at her, and her smiling face instantly changed when she saw my eyes. She still smiled, but it was an understanding one. "I guess that's my answer," she said, moving her hand from my leg like she'd just touched a hot stove.

"I'm sorry, Rachel," was all I could say.

"Don't be. I understand."

"How could you? I'm not even sure I understand myself."

"Ann warned me. It's okay, really," she said, as she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

Rachel got up, and walked into the galley, still dressed for sex. Unlike me when I'd gone in there, she was at least covered. I looked over to Tina, who was on the floor, fucking herself with the rubber dildo, still oblivious that I was even in the area. I smiled. It was an image I wouldn't need a photograph to remember.

"How could Ann warn her?" I asked myself, unsure of what Ann had even warned Rachel about. Seriously, if I didn't know why I was having misgivings about fucking Rachel...how could Ann have known ahead of time to warn her? I was shaking my head when Rachel came back with another juice for me, and one for herself. Now I was freaking out. I drank the juice when she had her head buried between Tina's legs, and I threw the can away. How did she know I'd even had one?

The question mark expression on my face must have shown. Rachel smiled as she popped the top of her can and took a sip. "Maggie," she said simply.

"Oh. Thanks," I said as I shook my can and popped my on top.

"I must say, I am a little jealous. I thought if anyone was going to suck on that big cock of yours, it would have been me, not Maggie."

"Rachel, I'm..."

"Relax, Neil. I've sucked my share of big dicks. I think I can manage to bypass one in my lifetime." Rachel seemed genuine as she sipped at her drink.

"How?"

"How what? How can I pass up sucking you? That seems like an odd question."

"No...sorry. My thoughts seem to be all over the place at the moment. That's not what I meant."

"Well, you'll need to be a little more specific. How what?"

"How did Ann know I'd..."

"I'm not sure, Neil. She just said that she had a feeling that you might get to a point where you might not be interested. I'd say she has a pretty good read on you. I would've lost a bet with Maggie that you'd be fucking me right now. I'm not going to say I'm not disappointed. After watching that thing go off, I can only imagine how wonderful it would feel doing that inside me. But like I said, I understand."

"HOW? Seriously, Rachel...I'm not sure why I'm not fucking you right now. It's not like you don't excite me."

Rachel stared at my cock, which was still as flaccid as it could be.

"Not exactly a ringing endorsement," she said with a laugh.

"That's not fair, Rachel. I'm just really confused right now.

"I'm sorry. Look, I know it's not personal. And I know you were interested a little while ago. But when it comes to the heart, it has a great influence on other parts of the body. And your heart is obviously firmly entrenched in California right now."

"It is. But that hasn't stopped me before. Give me a little bit, and I'll be right with you."

Rachel smiled, and said, "I don't think so, Neil."

"Why not? It's the least I can do for what you've done for us."

Rachel laughed. "You act like you're going to have to take one for the team. Look Neil, if you were interested, you'd already be doing it. You shouldn't have to work yourself up to fuck me. And frankly, I'm not interested in some kind of pity fuck. I'm probably the most oversexed woman you're ever going to meet. You're not going to hurt my ego by saying that you love Ann, and it's time for you to back off the extra-curricular stuff for a while. If your heart is telling you 'no', then follow it."

Rachel reached over and grabbed my cock, fondling my heavy balls with her hand. I had to admit; it felt good...so much so that they began to stir in her fingers. Rachel smiled at the reaction she was creating. But she pulled her hand back and started to get up.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked, suddenly disappointed she had, but not knowing why.

"Because I don't want to start something we both know we can't finish. The last thing I want to do is get you all excited and then leave you that way. I never should have touched you to start with. It was kind of a force of habit...I see a cock, and I want to play with it."

I was conflicted. My dick, having a mind of its own, started to yield to the feelings that Rachel had briefly given it, and it was already half hard. "I think it's a little too late for that," I said, nodding toward my growing shaft.

"Crap. I'm really sorry, Neil. I feel horrible about that." Based on the impish look on her face, I'm not sure she really did. But at that point, it really was too late. I was almost at full erection, and I could tell that it was going to be one of those that wasn't going to go down without a fight...or more specifically, a fist. At that point, the only question was how bad I would piss off Rachel if I let Tina take care of it. For whatever reason, I didn't have near the angst about fucking Tina that I did about Rachel.

Rachel seemed to sense that too, probably from my reaction to her reaching over and stroking my cock to begin with. It had felt good...but it also felt wrong, no matter how my cock reacted to it. It felt wrong because I knew what it could lead to. It seemed I was always coming to some kind of sexual crossroads of late. With my erection raging, it would have been easy to just let my lascivious libido take control and do what my prick certainly wanted me to do. But Rachel was right; I had to follow my heart.

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Tina was in her large seat, fast asleep. She had worked herself up into such a frantic state during her last self induced orgasm, that once she'd finished, she nodded off quickly; the dildo she'd been ramming into her pussy still lodged deep inside. Once I realized she was asleep, I removed it and put it and the camera into my carryon, as well as the pictures. Then I got dressed, which really didn't take that long. Rachel did too, not seeing the point in continuing to tempt me.

I tried to wake Tina, but like me, she was probably running on empty after everything we'd done over the weekend. I was kneeling next to her on the floor, trying to figure out what to do.

"We're going to be approaching Dallas pretty soon, Neil. Why don't we just get her in her seat so she'll be safe? She can get dressed in the lavatory once we land. We'll just have to make sure she gets in there before we let the people in coach get off."

It seemed like such a sound plan. I lifted her petite body and placed her into the seat. Rachel picked up the blankets we'd been using as a makeshift cushion against the hard floor, and covered her. We went ahead and buckled Tina in, and she moved to make herself more comfortable...be she never roused from her nap.

That included the landing and the layover. Try as we might, Rachel and I couldn't wake her up. It didn't concern me at first, until Rachel informed me that our privacy was about to come to an abrupt end when the plane was going to board for our second flight.

"Neil, I only reserved the seats in first class for the first flight. There are several other people that will be getting on board for the trip to Fort Wayne."

"What!" I said, suddenly panicking.

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"I can't believe you didn't wake me up!" Tina said, clutching the blanket from underneath, holding it to her chin.

I laughed out loud, which only made her rosy cheeks deepen toward a crimson hue. "I'm telling you Tina, we tried. My God...I've never seen someone that could sleep like you."

Tina huffed. "I've always been like that when I get to the point of exhaustion. But seriously, the only thing you thought to dress me in was my shoes!"

I laughed again; I was sure a mischievous glint showed in my eyes. "Well, you know how I like you in just your heels."

"Fucking men!"

Rachel sat down across from us strapping herself in just as the engines revved up, and the plane went from that point of standing still, to racing down the runway. Zero to 160 miles per hour in about 12 seconds. As the plane lifted off the ground and began its sharp ascent, Rachel looked at Tina and grinned.

"It's not just men, sweetie. There are some women that love looking at an attractive woman in just her heels too. I'm one of them. And I have to tell you, I got a rise in my blood pressure when I strapped them on you."

"You put my shoes on me?"

Rachel grinned wider. Tina looked at me and I shrugged. "What can I say? I lost the coin flip."

Tina gave me a nasty glare, still red from the embarrassing situation she'd woken up to find herself in. She was in the window seat, unlike any previous flight we'd taken together. I'd closed the window blind so she wouldn't have to look out. I knew she was fearful of that, but her mind was more on her personal predicament than it was on her fear of flying. But then, sexual situations seemed to take her mind off that fear, and she was in one that she didn't see a way out of.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Relax, Tina. We're the only ones who know," I said, putting my arm around her.

"Easy for you to say...you're dressed, you bastard." Her lip quivered as she looked around the compartment. We'd been joined by three others in first class. Two men were sitting up front toward the door. The third, a middle aged woman, was already immersed in a book. We were still in our seats on the right side of the aisle, while the rest were on the left. With me to Tina's left, my body hid her from view.

"If it's any consolation, I'd rather be dressed like I was on the first leg," Rachel said, "doing what we were doing a couple of hours ago." Tina blushed again, this time from Rachel's reminiscing of their tryst on the floor together. "You really are a passionate lover."

"Thanks," Tina said sheepishly. "I enjoyed it too."

Tina didn't expand on that thought. While she seemed to enjoy her newfound taste for women, it wasn't something she wanted to profess. She had to me, but saying anything to someone she'd been with seemed to make her uncomfortable. It was hard to blame her. Being from a small, sheltered town, having any sexual thoughts that were out of the accepted norm would make life extremely difficult. Knowing we were flying back to that repressed environment was enough to make you keep secrets buried inside. Tina was already forcing those recently discovered desires deep within. Maybe they weren't really desires, as much as they were passing fancy in an adventure we'd both remember forever.

Rachel seemed to understand. She had an amazing read on people. She seemed so at ease with either gender, not only from her interactions in her job, but also rather obvious experience regarding sex. I wondered how many different people she'd been with. What the ratio between men and women really was. To categorize, I was sure that Rachel was bisexual. She'd said it herself; she was a child of the sexual revolution, working a job that not only promoted the lifestyle...it practically invented it.

Knowing to let the subject die, Rachel gave me a quick wink and unbuckled. But she only let the subject die verbally. She wanted Tina to know that she knew what she was thinking. Much like with me, letting me go only after making me hard, leaving me sexually charged, Rachel seemed to revel in lighting fires to see how they'd burn. Even if they didn't end up in a wanton blaze of lust that involved her directly, she relished the role of a sexual pyromaniac.

Rachel made the two strides from her seat to Tina's in an elegant glide. It was incredible how graceful she was in her heels, considering the angle the plane was still in as it climbed. It was surely from years of practice. Yet Rachel seemed to be born for stilettos. Some women never look comfortable in them. Then there are those select few look unnatural out of them. I couldn't imagine Rachel in flats.

Taking a quick peek over her shoulder, Rachel bent at the waist and ensnared Tina with her eyes, capturing her attention. She didn't say a word, but Tina seemed to be listening to what she had to say in that stare. Relaxing, Tina sighed, and that made Rachel's grin transform into an out and out smile. It was so broad, and so bright, I could feel the heat radiating from it.

Reaching out, Rachel placed her hand on Tina's cheek, stroking it softly. She traipsed her fingers down Tina's jaw line, toward her neck, and let them ease down toward her collarbone. I could see Tina loosen her grip on the blanket she'd clutched so tightly since discovering she was naked underneath, and that we were no longer secluded in 'special first class'. Looking at Rachel, she nodded. It was a very subtle nod, the slightest of movement up and down. But it was a signal, nonetheless.

Rachel grasped the top of the blanket, and ever so slowly, she peeled it down toward Tina's waist. Tina sucked in, her breath caught in her chest, making it thrust out just as Rachel exposed her wonderful breasts to the air. Tina's eyes widened as her nipples hardened; both growing in proportion to the other as the excitement built within her. I could see those nipples pulse with her heartbeat. Rachel fondled her breasts, lifting them...feeling their weight as she rubbed Tina's nipples with her thumbs. Tina let out a little gasp, expelling some of the air trapped in her lungs.

Rachel smiled, and as she moved her hands from under those wonderful globes of white flesh, she quickly snagged Tina's hard buds between her thumbs and index fingers, pulling them...extending them as Tina winced. Biting her lower lip, Tina's eyes snapped closed, and her body pulled away from the back of the seat, letting Rachel have her way with her nipples.

Just like she had with me, Rachel stoked the fire still raging within Tina, then she let go of her nipples. "Sorry dear, but I really do have to work this flight. I'll trust Neil will be more than happy to see you through this."

She was right again. I was more than willing to see Tina through whatever she needed. It was odd, really. I had hit the brakes hard when it came to pursuing anything sexually with Rachel. But Tina was a different story entirely. She and I had a history, and based on her reasoning, it may very well be coming to an end when we landed. I wouldn't know until I'd talked to Ann...but searching my heart, I felt Tina had been right. Ann wanted us to be the two of us for a while. I actually was looking forward to it. But not before finishing the adventure Tina and I'd began together.

I covered Tina back up after Rachel left for the galley. But first I took her left breast in my hand and brought that magnificent hard bud to my lips to be sucked. Tina gripped the back of my head with her right hand, pulling me to her...holding me there for a moment. Settling back into my seat, Tina looked at me in wonder.

"Neil, how AM I going to get dressed? This plane goes on to Chicago. You know there will be people that stay on board. We might even be the only ones getting off in Fort Wayne. Don't you think?"

She had a point. It was hard to imagine many people using the plane for that destination. Most would likely be heading on to Chicago. But I tried to calm her fears. "We'll think of something. I'll bet Rachel already has an idea."

"Really?" she said, her eyes batting rapidly, the little girl inside her scared and excited at the same time.

I nodded, wondering how we really WERE going to pull it off. I had no clue. I only hoped Rachel could come up with something.

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We'd flown a little over an hour. Tina had grown less concerned about flying. Her focus was on her being naked, and all the ramifications that came with that.

"Maybe I should just bite the bullet and take a chance. There's only three other people up here, and they seem oblivious that we're even here. Where are my clothes?"

"They're in my carryon. Do you want me to get them?"

"Please. I need to try. Maybe you could just hold up the blanket while I slip into them. That should work."

It was an easy solution. They may know she was naked, but they'd never see anything. That is, if she was okay with the embarrassment of them thinking what they thought. I looked at Tina, and she said "I already have a reputation in town Neil. Who cares what these people think."

I stood up to get the bag from the overhead. But as I did, I had to comment on her comment. "Tina...why do you say those kinds of things?"

"Because, they're true Neil."

Grabbing the bag, I closed the compartment and set on the seat next to mine. "I don't think they're as true as you make them out to be."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because, in all the time we've been together, you've never had any other guys that I'm aware of. Isn't that why you kept calling me?"

"Well, yeah. But I've been going through a dry spell."

"No you haven't. Tina, I don't remember rumors running rampant about you in town. I've heard a couple of things...but nothing like you make it out to be."

"Sure you did. That's why you came to me in the first place." "No it isn't. I came to you to get a haircut."