Chapter 62: Icelandic Names

Mark

“I ... cant believe ... it’s been ... over two years,” Femke groaned as she sat down in my lap. Since she was also trying to push my hard meat into her tight rear-end at the same time, the process was a tad laborious. Not that I minded, and I was very willing to help her with the task – by playing with her tits.

Okay, that wasn’t really helping in the strictest sense of the word, but from her vocal feedback I gathered that my effort was nonetheless quite appreciated.

What was not really appreciated were the seat belt signs coming on, just as Femke had finally managed to bury all of me in her tight rear.

Her stewardess training, at least I supposed Ian had required her to undergo some, paid off as she had no problems adjusting the length of the seat belt and closed it around her waist, still in my lap, and still with my manhood buried in her tight butt. I guess there were no regulations disallowing people to share a seat belt, although I had the feeling that the person sitting in someone’s lap was supposed to be an infant, not an adult athlete with said someone’s male appendage buried to the hilt in her ass.

I took off my shirt when she asked me to do so through clenched teeth and she shoved it under the belt buckle. It didn’t take long until we learned why Ian had put on the seat belt signs.

Femke groaned and giggled as the plane’s rocking and shuddering turned me into a human vibrator working her tight ass. I was mesmerized by watching her naked tits bounce to the erratic rhythm of the plane being thrown around in the turbulence. I had almost forgotten just how sexy our beloved muscle babe was.

The plane steadied and a bong sound told us we could take the seat belt off again.

“Damn, I wonder if we can ask him to make a U-turn and go through it again,” Femke groaned and giggled at the same time as she opened the seat belt that had strapped us to my seat over the last few minutes. “Now do my ass, honey. Do me like in the good old times.”

Femke

I started to wonder whose birthday this actually was. Mark certainly looked happy, but I was positively euphoric. God, I had missed it so much and I must have grinned like a freshly fucked squirrel, as Regina used to say. Well, I was certainly freshly fucked...

“There’s something about you and Jonjo, you’re not telling us,” Mark stated, but not in anger. Well, me sitting in his lap, completely naked, and him playing with my tits didn’t exactly make for a sense of confrontation.

“I really like him a lot,” I said with a sigh. “And frankly, now that we’re best friends instead of lovers, we actually get along better than ever before. His Bob Marley bit is funny for a while, but I’m starting to think he’s using it to hide the fact that he’s actually really old-fashioned.”

“Ah, so it wasn’t only the you being with other women bit,” Mark probed further.

“No. He wouldn’t go down on me because that’s a ‘lesbian thing’, he wouldn’t do my ass because that’s ‘dirty’. You get the idea. I don’t hold it against him, but fuck me, I really missed it.”

“I believe I just did,” Mark replied with a chuckle and I kissed him.

“I can’t deny that. My ass is still tingling,” I agreed and giggled.

Mark

My little chap had been to a rather dark place, although I was quite sure that Femke had thoroughly prepared herself. After all, it was obvious she had planned to take me through the backdoor from the start.

Washing my dick in the sink of a small airplane lavatory would have felt a little awkward, if it wasn’t for the fact that a rather cute naked stewardess was doing it for me. Getting both of us into the small booth had been a bit like playing Tetris in hard mode though.

With little Mark thoroughly cleaned up and the plane still being a bit south of Manchester, we decided to go for another round, so Femke’s pussy wouldn’t be neglected.

Thoroughly sated and happily cuddling in my seat, I kissed her.

“I’m still feeling sorry about you an Jonjo not working out, but this has definitely been the second best birthday of my life.”

“Is that a Monkey Island joke?” Femke asked with a giggle.

“No. I had sex with Lydia for the first time on my eighteenth. Sorry, but nothing’s ever going to beat that.”

“No need to apologize,” Femke said and kissed me back. “I’ve seen the two of you together often enough. I can imagine what it must have meant to you. But that makes me curious why you are okay with Lydia doing the same for Ian?”

“Ah, so that’s why she went to Emden. You did the stewardess training together.”

Femke nodded and I could see she was a bit unsure if she hadn’t told me more than she was supposed to. I kissed her again to calm her fears.

“Ian has had a massive crush on her for years, so she apparently decided to unpack herself for his birthday. Ira is okay with it, and so am I. I just didn’t ask her any details on how she would do it.”

“But you’ve always been so possessive of each other,” Femke noted.

“We still are, and it won’t become a frequent occurrence. You won’t see us in any swinger clubs anytime soon. But I can hardly keep three girls all to myself, well two, I share Regina with Meri, but anyway, I can’t really enjoy several girlfriends while denying them the chance to have another guy once in a while. That would be a bit bigoted.”

“You’ve grown up a bit,” she teased me.

“You could say that,” I agreed. “Seven years ago Lydia fancied doing John and it nearly wrecked our relationship. Last year she actually got to do it and we are all okay with it. It’ll only ever be guys we all trust though, same with me. The girls would never allow me to shag a woman they don’t trust.”

“It’s a good thing they trust me,” Femke said and chuckled. “I really missed my good luck boinks before big races. I’d like to finish higher than nineteenth next winter.”

“You don’t have any more races this winter?” I asked, making her giggle.

“Don’t want to wait another ten months, do you?” she teased me and wiggled her boobs at me.

I nodded.

“Only the Holmenkollen Festival next week. But if you have some opening in that busy schedule of yours...”

I grinned. “That’s one I’m actually going to see live. And I’ll always find time for you. In fact – come to think of it – I could use your help.”

“What do you have in mind?” Femke asked.

“Well, Nadja will want a good luck boink too,” I said. “You know Regina is breastfeeding Feli, not Nadja, because of her medical condition. She tries not to show it, but Nadja has become self-conscious about her boobs. You know me, I make her show them to me any chance I get, but she is still not entirely over it.”

“You want me to to do a number on them, to make her feel that her condition doesn’t make them undesirable.”

“That’s pretty much it, yeah,” I agreed. “Lydia, Regina and even Meri do the best to try and reassure her, but you haven’t been with her too often yet, so that could have a more convincing impact. Heck even Jenny has picked up on it.”

Femke gasped. “Wait, you don’t let a twelve-year old...”

“Are you crazy?” I said and laughed. “No. You see, Jenny started ‘growing up’ last year. It’s little more than slightly bigger nipples yet, but she’s chuffed to bits about becoming a woman now. At some point she must have noticed that her happiness about herself made Nadja pissed about her own rack, or what she thinks is the dysfunction of it. Bless her heart, ever since then Jenny started insisting she wants her boobs to look like mommy Nadja’s when she’s grown up.”

“Probably not the worst idea,” Femke said and giggled. “Imagine she would grow melons like Meri. She would never fit into a Formula 1 car. I’ll gladly help you to try and convince Nadja. She has beautiful tits, but I can understand her insecurity. After all, producing milk is what they’re actually meant for. It’s a bit like having a really nice car that everyone likes, but the engine is shot. I don’t think just admiring them will do the trick.”

“Any other ideas?” I asked and Femke became visibly nervous.

“Lydia was a bit reluctant to talk about it, but ... is it true she actually wanted to breast-feed you when you decided who would feed your baby?”

Okay, I blushed a deep shade of crimson at that point and Femke started to apologize for making me uncomfortable. I kissed her to shut her up.

“It’s not really a state secret,” I admitted, still blushing. “Lydia couldn’t adequately breast-feed me when I was born, and I developed a ... fascination with parts of the female anatomy. Lydia was hell-bent on breastfeeding me, if necessary for the rest of her life, but I think we can agree that this would have been a stupid idea, no matter how tempting it is. I would get fat within half a year.”

“That’s my point,” Femke said. “Nadja can breastfeed you all the time and you wouldn’t get fat, because there’s no milk.”

“And how is that supposed to help?” I asked. “I would just remind her constantly that her boobs don’t work the way they’re supposed to. We would make the problem even worse.”

Instead of answering Femke sat down on the aircraft floor and indicated me to put my head in her lap. “Suck!” she demanded as she fed me the nipple of her left breast.

Completely befuddled I did as I was ordered, and I did it enthusiastically.

Femke

I wondered if Mark even realized how arousing it was to breast-feed him. Unlike a baby, he used his hands to gently massage the breast he was suckling on, and right now his head was resting in a puddle, because my pussy was drooling. That was how horny he made me.

“Lick me quick!” I said. “I think we’re landing soon.”

Since his head was already resting in my lap, all he had to do was turn around and Mark licked and nibbled my pussy until I had an orgasm in a very short time.

True to my suspicion, the seatbelt signs came on, shortly after I had come down from my orgasm. This time I used the jump seat next to the cockpit door, so that Mark could still have a clear view at my tits. He would have to make do without a view at my pussy. That was hidden behind his shirt that I had shoved under the belt buckle.

It was perhaps too late to realize that I had forgotten to ask if he had brought any change of clothes. He could hardly go to a negotiation in a damp shirt reeking of my pussy juices.

I could tell he was badly embarrassed, but he couldn’t hide the fact that he was also blissfully happy at the time.

“I’m sorry about embarrassing you,” I said. “But I think you just proved my theory. You’re blushing a rather alarming shade of purple now, but you’re also grinning happily. Nadja won’t give a damn about no milk actually flowing when she sees you that happy after she fed you her breast. And that will almost certainly make her feel better about herself.”

“Femke, you’re something else. I love you,” he said and I knew he meant it, if perhaps not on the same emotional level as if Lydia had sat in my place.

Mark

Thankfully I didn’t have to ask Ian to get my luggage from the cargo compartment. Since I was the only passenger, I had strapped my suitcase in on one of the rear seats, so Femke and I could actually leave the plane fully clothed in unsoiled clothes, although we also left it reeking like a Romanian brothel, so the door being open while the plane was refueled was going to provide a much needed exchange of fresh air.

“Now, you’ve had a ball by the sounds of it,” Ian told me as we were standing on the apron, some distance from the plane.

“I don’t think I can thank you enough for allowing it,” I said. “I owe you big time.”

“In a way you did me a solid, too,” Ian said. “Apparently it is perfectly possible to fly with a naked stewardess, so we could actually end up extending our services.”

“They might need a few special skills though,” I said and Ian look at me, not quite sure what I was trying to say.

I told him how Femke and I had weathered the in-flight turbulence – in not too much detail – but it was enough to make him laugh out loud.

“Yeah, mate, you definitely had fun,” Ian said, still laughing. He walked back to the plane when the refueling rig was disconnected.

The rest of the flight from Wick in Scotland to Reykjavik was relatively short and definitely less animated than the first leg. Femke had actually started out fully clothed, but only for the purpose of treating me to a very seductive striptease once we had reached cruising altitude.

Who would have thought a muscular girl like her could move so gracefully. I had definitely missed her.

Once we had landed in Reykjavik, I prepared to leave towards my hotel. We would return to Germany in the evening, but we always booked a hotel room on day trips, just in case one of us would need a shower or some short rest, and today I definitely would want a shower because of all the unexpected intimate action I had gotten during the flights.

I was a bit surprised that Femke would not return with us in the evening, but leave on a commercial flight for Amsterdam instead. However, considering how interesting and entertaining the journey to Iceland had been, I didn’t really experience too much trouble with the fact that I wouldn’t have such excellent onboard service on the return leg.

We shared a long kiss after parting ways in the GA terminal.

Lydia

The SMS came in, late in the afternoon.

Nadja would soon be an Icelandic citizen competing for Iceland. She could have gotten the German citizenship, but not a guarantee to be selected for the Olympic teams, or the German team in any international competition. The high number of high-level doping cases of Russian athletes made many authorities in Europe too reluctant to accept any athletes who had competed for Russia in the past, but especially her summer discipline cycling had seen too many big scandals like the Festina affair, so a Russian cyclist had basically double the amounts of alarm bells going off.