Curious Jade Ch. 10 Pt. 01

"And...done," she exclaimed and tore the page out of her notebook.

She folded it neatly, took a piece of tape, sealed the note so I couldn't peak, and put it in the front pocket of my bag.

"There," she said, patting the pocket. "Now you can take it out once you've gotten to your gate and start your adventure.

"I put mine as an attachment to an email and set it up to send automatically at 6:45, so you should get it first thing when you wake up," I chirped. "Now that that is done," I said playfully and grabbed Lynn by her calf, pulling her on top of me. "What do you want to do for the rest of the night, watch a movie or something"?

Lynn tumbled and eventually landed softly on top of me, smushing my head between her breasts, "fuck that, between the shower pre game and now this, I am going to need a proper send off from you girl," she teased and wiggled her boobs in front of my face.

Of course, I was only too happy to oblige, and took cheek in each hand as I twirled our bodies so I was on top of Lynn. Pinning her below me with my legs I arched backwards to open my bedside drawer and as I did Lynn licked and cupped my boobs. I reached into the drawer and retrieved the item I was looking for and brought myself back to meet Lynn's waiting mouth. We exchanged a sensual kiss as my as I backed my butt slightly to better align our bodies. Then I broke our kiss as I brought the long, double sided dildo between our mouths and took one end into my mouth. Lynn instinctively brought her mouth to the other end and we reenacted the scene from Lady and the Tramp. Instead of a string of spaghetti we took a two-inch diameter, 14-inch-long cock from either side.

I held the toy from the center as we covered the long toy in our spit, then I lowered it to Lynn's crotch and gently rubbed up and down her waiting slit. It didn't take much force to open her pussy and I could tell she was already very wet from how easily she accepted the rubber dick. Lynn's head rolled back and her eyes shut as soon as the toy went inside and her hands reach back to brace herself against the wall. I stroked the cock in and out a few times before lowering it to the top of my folds. I made three long strokes of my lips before dribbling down another string of spit onto the head of the toy and using it to coax my clit from under its hood. I continued to pump the toy into Lynn, but couldn't take it anymore and as I pulled it out of Lynn, I lined up the head so it slid right into my waiting hole.

I took all but my middle finger and thumb off the toy, so I could give each of us as much cock as we could handle. I started bucking my hips and shimmying my ass with each thrust closer to Lynn until our vaginas were only able to fit my hand between them. Luckily, the way my body was positioned, I was able to use my pinky finger on the hand holding the toy to rub my clit as I stroked it into me. Lynn was holding her lips apart and rolling over her own love button, and my hand was latched onto her thigh, driving our bodies into one another.

Our moans and heavy breathing were going in stride with the strokes of the toy and I got an extra rush from watching Lynn play with her nipples and clit as I fucked her with the same cock I was thrusting into myself. With a big thrust, I brought our bodies as close as I could, so our pussies were almost kissing each other making the rubber dong disappear inside us. I grabbed Lynn's neck and forced her mouth open with my tongue as I rolled my hips into hers mixing our juices both in our mouths and nether regions. We bellowed into each other's mouths which slightly muffled our passionate screams as we each built towards an explosive orgasm.

Lynn's thighs started to spasm under mine and it triggered a similar response in my own body. We both quivered into each other and onto the rubber toy still deep inside the both of us, and Lynn bit down on my lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. We lay there, in the middle of our room, convulsing uncontrollably until at last we both came down from our highs.

I slowly started to unwind the twisted pretzel of our legs and, as I did, sent after-shocks of pleasure down both Lynn and my own spine, making each of us spasm again, until I was actually able to obtain the purple sword from its double sheath of our crotches and toss it aside before I collapsed on Lynn and we lay a panting, sweating mess.

The next noise I heard was my alarm. I sprang up with a jolt and realized we had passed out on the floor after our little scissor session.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed and jumped up, reaching into my closet and throwing on the first thing I could find. "We slept in, it's already 5:50," I panicked.

Lynn was groggily arousing from her sex coma and still couldn't tell exactly what was happening while I was feverishly checking myself in the mirror and grabbing my bag. I was on my way out the door when I turned and saw Lynn standing, still nude, with my passport in her hand. I grabbed it from her, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and turned to leave.

With most of my clothes either in my bag or still in a clumped pile in the corner of my room, the only thing left in my drawers were clothes I knew I wasn't going to take with me, so I cringed at the thought of what I would be wearing for the entire trip to the airport as well as the entire flight. My worst fears were confirmed as I looked down and saw an old pair of gym shorts that I typically only wore to sleep in as there was a fairly sizable hole in the crotch of them, and a t-shirt from a 5k Lynn and I had ran in together that I had taken the liberty of cutting the neckline of so it had a plunging v-neck cut to it now. Of course, in my haste I had not put on any underwear, so these two garments were all that would be covering my body as I traveled to another country.

I jogged up to the building where we were supposed to meet and saw Dr. Gilson standing with a clipboard in his hands; Steve, Brian, and Jim sitting next to their carry-on bags; and Amy crouched next to her black rolling bag. Lindsay was walking up with just her purse and a boy I had never seen before was following behind with two roller bags and a carry on over his shoulder. As I jogged up, I noticed Jim nudge Steve then nod in direction. I figured my choices had already been made and I couldn't really do much else at this point, so I put an extra hop in each step to make sure my boobs would bounce as I strode toward the boys.

Lindsay and I arrived at the same time and she let out a scoff as she looked me up and down then crossed in front of me and huffed as she sat as if she was being burdened by being up so early. The boy carrying her things followed like a baby duck tailing its mother and gently dropped her bags by her side. When he went on for a kiss on the cheek Amy quickly took out her phone and crossed her legs.

"Thanks Chris, you're so sweet," she cooed, "don't forget to pick me up in two weeks".

With that she waved goodbye and went back to her phone. The boy was obviously dejected, but turned and waved timidly to us each before walking back from the direction he came. We exchanged glares and eye rolls. Jim went so far as to mimic whipping him as he shuffled away; even Brian chuckled.

Dr. Gilson waddled his way over to us looking down at his watch, "Good morning everyone. Glad to see most of you got here on time. Hopefully Mr. Finch will be joining us shortly," he anxiously joked. "Does everyone have their passports? If it's handy I'd like to see them, so we can avoid an awkward position later".

We all dutifully retrieved our passports from our bags and waved them at Dr. Gilson. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief and then checked his watch again. Before he could say anything more, we heard a loud car rolling past that appeared to either have no muffler or was modified to sound that way. It came to a screeching halt just in front of the building. Eric spilled out of it, then retrieved his bag from the trunk, slammed it shut again, and gave a slap on the side to let the driver know they could leave.

"Glad you could join us, Mr. Finch," Dr. Gilson chortled. "And in such style. I do hope you remembered your passport".

Eric dropped his bag, patted his pockets, and threw his arms up in frustration. We all knew the end of the joke before he removed his weathered passport from his back pocket and presented it proudly.

"Got ya, Dr. G. We're all set," he snickered and joined the rest of us sitting outside the building.

Dr. Gilson just waved him past and it was plainly obvious he was just as amused by the lame joke as we all were. As I sat there waiting for the airport shuttle to arrive, I couldn't help but think about the note that was waiting for me to read in my bag and just the idea got me a little flustered. I hoped it wouldn't be long until I would have a little privacy in the ride to the airport and I could read it then, but just then the van rounded the corner and all those hopes were dashed.

The van was little more than a mini-van, and I could tell it was going to very tight quarters. Once it pulled to a stop, the driver got out and started helping everyone with their bags. He started with Lindsay since she had the most bags, then loaded everyone else in turn. Dr. Gilson set his bag in the front seat, claiming it for himself, not that anyone was going to fight him for it. There were three rows of seating in the back of the van, but the second and third row were slightly narrower to allow for people to pass by to get to the third.

Lindsay hopped in and went to the third row in the back, followed by Amy. Eric jumped in and laid across the entire second row, then turned to see if anyone had laughed before getting up and sliding back to the third row as well. Jim got in and sat in the second row and was followed by Brian.

Steve looked in the van, then at me, "well, what's it going to be Jade: window or aisle?"

"looks like you're going to need the leg room," I said and went to get in.

Not wanting to pass up a golden opportunity, I made sure to stick my ass out as I half-stood in the van doorway looking for a way to prolong the need to wave my tight butt in Steve's face.

"Oh, look at this seat," I fumed and quickly swept the fake mess off of it before anyone could see there was nothing there.

As I did however, I became acutely aware that I also was not wearing a bra and my dangling breasts were swinging, nearly unencumbered, in front of a van full of people. I decided I might not want to draw too much attention too early in the trip and plopped down in my seat without further incident. I slid to my window seat and Steve climbed in behind me just as the driver and Dr. Gilson finished packing the bags in and shutting the doors. We were finally off to the airport.

When we got to the airport, we all piled out of the van in reverse order, so Jim got out first, then turned to help me out. I took his hand and paused for a second shoving my ass in Brian's face, then hopped down. The others joined us and we grabbed our luggage before heading into the terminal. Dr. Gilson barked orders at us and we all filed up to the counter to get our boarding passes. The whole process went smoothly and before we knew it, we were waiting in line to go through TSA. I was beside myself with anticipation to read my checklist and couldn't wait to get through the long line and see what Lynn had come up with. With nothing better to do to pass the time I let myself daydream about what to expect and without realizing it started to get turned on standing in line.

I felt a nudge from behind and when I snapped out of my daze it was my turn to put my bag on the conveyer belt and step through the body scanner. The middle-aged TSA agent looked me up and down and waved me forward. He told me to stand feet shoulder width apart and hold my arms up in a Y position. As I did, I felt my shirt ride up and looked down to see how much of my belly was showing and instead discovered my nipples were poking out against the thin fabric of my shirt. The agent gave me a little smirk and asked that I step to the side for added security scanning.

I could feel my face get hot as I stood in a little square marking on the floor and watched everyone else in line stare at me. The man came over and told me to hold my arms out straight and started frisking me. He started at my arms, then went around back and patted down my entire back until he was just above my ass. He knelt down and put his strong hands on either side of my left thigh and started patted bringing his right hand only an inch away from rubbing against my pussy, then repeated the motion on my right thigh. He then crossed in front of me and held one hand on the small of my back as he rubbed down the front of my shirt taking his time in certain expected areas. I swear I felt him even give a light pinch to one of my nipples before he straightened his posture and waved me on.

Without a word, this man had groped me in public and I was completely powerless to stop him. I knew I should have felt outraged, but for some reason the act only proved to further turn me on. I felt my body responding to his touch and, had my nipples not already been erect, they surely would have been at that point. I felt a growing yearning between my legs but knew I wouldn't have a chance to deal with the urge anytime soon, and did my best to suppress the urge.

The others were waiting for me at the escalators, so I grabbed my bag and hurried along to join the rest of the group. When we got to our gate, we saw we were the first to arrive and had our pick of seats. Amy instantly bolted off to a corner and sat with her headphones on, Lindsay followed and found the closest seat with an outlet and plugged in her phone instantly. The rest of us filed into the block of seats facing each other with a large aisle between them. There were ten seats, five on each side which was perfect for our little rag-tag group. Dr. Gilson and Lindsay were the only two that checked a bag, so neither of them had any luggage, so the rest of us sat ours in the corner next to Amy and sat down before deciding on our next moves. As I set my bag down with the others, I reached into the pocket in front and grabbed the note from Lynn and went to take my seat.

Brian, Jim, Eric, and Steve all sat on the row against the wall and got out their phones. Dr. Gilson sat closest to the pile of bags on the side opposite Amy, leaving me the remaining three seats between Lindsay and him. I decided it was probably safe with an empty seat to either side and everyone's heads in their phones to finally check my note. I pulled it from my pocket and discretely unfolded it, slumping in my seat to further hide its contents from prying eyes.

Jade's European Slut Trip

1) No underwear of any kind the entire trip! (which shouldn't be an issue since I threw them all out of your bag!)

2) Join the mile-high club (either solo or with a partner)

3) Go to a nude beach

4) Flash your roommates "on accident"

5) Buy a piece of fancy lingerie and leave it laying out in the room for all to see.

6) Go skinny dipping in the hotel pool

7) Work out nude in the gym

8) Make a bet and lose to someone, steer the prize to something naughty

9) Get fully nude in a public space

10) Use something from the hotel as a dildo

11) Flash a monument

12) Get naked on The Eye

13) Ride topless on top of a double decker bus

14) Finger yourself on a park bench Hyde Park

15) Take your bottoms off in a Taxi and sit spread eagle in the back seat

16) Take a jog along the Thames and take your top off for as long as you dare

17) Flip your skirt up at the guards of Buckingham Palace

18) Take an afternoon tea on your balcony in the nude

19) Get as many of your cohorts to see you completely naked as you can, bonus points if you can hook up with any of them!

20) Hook up with at least one foreigner

I couldn't help but blush as I read through the list. When I got to number 19, I looked up at Dr. Gilson who was thumbing through a travel guide for London, then around to Amy and Lindsay who were both in their own worlds. When I turned toward the boys, I finally got the idea that I may be able to have some fun on the trip after all. Eric and Brian were both looking at their phones, but Jim was staring right at me and only averted his eyes when he noticed I was looking at him. Steve made no attempt at hiding the fact that he was looking my way and gave a slight nod with his head and smiled. I waved back made a spectacle of raising my leg to cross it over the other, pausing ever so slightly with them spread to give him a quick peek at through the hole in my loose-fitting shorts. He tried not to let on that he wanted to stare and I did my part to try and cover the fact that I was already getting wet at the thought of what fun I was going to have.

We sat quietly in the lobby for a while and eventually even Dr. Gilson had his head in his phone and headphones in. I decided to see what kind of trouble I could stir up before the flight and start crossing some things off my to-do list. Looking it over, I decided my best course of action would be to double up some of the dares. I got up and crossed to Dr. Gilson who continued to stare blankly into his phone. I stood in front of him for a couple seconds and finally leaned over and tapped his knee. He jerked to attention and, with my hand still on his knee and my bent over stance, the motion cause my boobs to bounce enough to catch his glare. I could tell by the way he instantly turned flush that he had noticed my state and leaned into it (both literally and figuratively). I brought my mouth close to his ear as if I needed to whisper something into his ear.

"I'm going to head to the little girls' room. Will you watch my bag," I cooed in his ear?

I almost felt sorry for the man as he must have strained to keep from staring at the pendulous breasts dangling in front of him. Dr. Gilson simply nodded an affirmative and waved me away with his hand. Something about the nonchalant manner in which he discarded my teasing emboldened my resolve to find a chink in his armor and get a reaction from him, but another; admittedly deeper-seated urge, shook my confidence and made me want to seek attention elsewhere in the terminal.

I strode away from the group in search of a way to cross off an item on my list without much more of a plan in place, but figured one of the airport bars or shops within the terminal may be a good place to start. The terminal was filled with shops displaying overpriced trinkets and knick-knacks for unsuspecting travelers. There were also several bars with weary travelers sitting and waiting for their flights, watching people pass by on their way to their gates. I thought back to my list and concluded that my best option for completing any tasks before actually getting on the plane would be to talk up one of the patrons sitting at the bar.

There was a dimly lit sports bar near the end of the terminal which had a couple of guys in suits sitting at the bar and an older man by himself in a corner booth situated behind a half wall. The two men were deep in conversation about a recent soccer match and I could hear a fairly thick accent as they half shouted at each other. The older of the two sported a long, fire red beard with some silver sprinkled in. Even from his seated perch I could tell he was a barrel-chested behemoth of a man and his arms were as thick as my waist. I wasn't sure if it was due to his heavy Irish accent or from the fact that he was visibly intoxicated already, but I could only make out about half of what he was slurring. His counterpart was more or less a complete contrast; much younger, clean shaven with dark brown hair which was gelled and styled perfectly. In addition, he was roughly half the size of the mountain of a man next to him. He seemed less intoxicated than his foil, though not by far. I decided it was my civic duty to try and deescalate their discussion before it turned into a full fledge argument the best way I knew how.