Chapter 26

It was in a hurry that they got dressed in travelling clothes and headed for the airport in the limo. Sherry looked totally lickable in a pale yellow blouse that set off her golden locks that flowed around her shoulder and hung in a thick mass over her right breast and down below her waist. The black skirt was tastefully short, and the black sheer pantyhose accented her straight legs ending in black high heels. She would change into the slippers they gave you in first class once they were settled.

Heather had her luxurious black hair up in a twist and off her neck for once (she missed the sensuous feeling of it on her neck), but it showed off her long white neck. A white silk blouse that did nothing to hide her voluptuous shape was accented with a black skirt, rather short, and black stockings held up with garters. Sherry had insisted she show off her body on the flight and Heather finally caved, giving in to knowing how hot it would make Sherry.

Traci had only called three hours ago and told them of the great art show they were missing. Heather's works were getting a lot of attention and it would do Heather's reputation a lot of good to make an appearance. Upon learning that Sherry was there with Heather (she did sound just a mite jealous, though), Traci had insisted they both come over and spend the week at the show. She made reservations at the hotel for the three of them to share a room (that would suit all of them just fine) and Heather booked two last minute tickets on a British Air flight and now they were going through the last security check.

"Madam, would you empty your purse for me?" The portly matron was firm but polite.

Sherry looked suddenly embarrassed. "Is there a problem?"

"Your purse. I'd like to see its contents please."

Slowly Sherry pulled out the items. The usual clutter, makeup, tissues, pens, wallet, hairbrush, comb. The pile in front of them grew. A small hand calculator.

"Can you show me this works, please?"

Sherry pulled off the cover and started doing calculations. The register showed numbers changing and the guard said. "Thank you."

She looked down into the purse and said. "Is that all?"

"Ummm, no. But."

"I must see everything. Please hurry, we are holding up the line."

Sherry sighed and pulled out a large penis shaped dildo. The switch on the bottom showed it was also a vibrator.

The guard snickered. "Can you show me this works," a definite hesitation and her smirk grew, "please?"

Sherry grabbed the dildo and snapped it on. The gentle buzz filled the air and several people looked at what was in her hand. Faces started turning red and people looked away, embarrassed. All but a very handsomely dressed blond just behind them.

The clipped English accent added authority to the chill in the words. "Are you quite through humiliating this woman in public?"

The guard wasn't expecting anyone to challenge her. "It's my job to check everything out."

"I take it your instructions are to wait till the x-ray shows a woman is carrying a sexual device in her bag, then force her to display it and turn it on?" Sherry was frantically putting everything back in her purse. Heather stood off to one side watching, feeling sorry for Sherry, who was now bright red. And looked mortified.

"It could be a weapon." The guard was beginning to look nervous and seemed about ready to challenge this outspoken woman.

The woman was having none of it. "Right. Millions of people are assaulted every year with dildos in public places and it's your job to keep us safe from them." She picked up her bag and held it out to the guard. "Do you want me to show you the five sexual devices I've got in here and explain how they work to you?" A small crowd of grinning women were now standing around waiting to see the outcome of this. Embarrassing as it was, the blond spoke for all of them. It was perhaps worse that the guard was a woman herself and should have been more discrete, even if she did have to check it out.

The blond was rummaging around in her bag and began to pull out her hand. "No, you are free to go, please don't block the line."

The blond shouldered her bag and walked over to Heather and Sherry. "Cheeky bitch. Little gods. I know we need them to check for security reasons, but really, this lack of sensitivity is quite the limit." She held out her hand. "I'm Lady Moulton. Sorry you had to go through that."

Sherry shook her hand, then Heather. "I'm Sherry and this is Heather." The blond gave them a once over, her eyes returning for just an instant to the over full swell of Heather's chest, then back to Sherry. Heather noticed the second look.

"Do you really carry five sex toys in your bag when you travel?" Heather was grinning, but curious as well.

"Certainly not! They're all in my baggage!" They all laughed. "Must have given them a jolly laugh down in the x-ray room. I often think I should just pack a bag of nothing but sex toys and have some real fun with them. Hell, they probably wouldn't know what they were."

Sherry was over her embarrassment. "Thanks. I forgot it was there. I didn't know what to say."

Lady Moulton took both their arms and they walked to the boarding area. "Where are you two ladies sitting?" A comparison of tickets showed they were all within a few seats of one another in first class.

"Excellent. We'll switch with someone once we're up and on our way. I always enjoy company on these long flights."

Heather looked her over. Expensive. Very expensive. Delightful accent straight out of finishing school. Very proper. Short blond hair almost in the style of Princess Di, but not enough to be accused of copying. Trim figure under a tailored dark blue suit, nice legs, heels. Ramrod straight posture. Expensive rings and accessories. A wedding ring. Maybe a bit older than Traci.

"First trip to London?"

Heather spoke. "Not for me, but it's Sherry's first time over. We're going to an art show."

Sherry added, "She's being modest. Her works are on display and the patrons want to meet her. So we are on a last minute flight."

Lady Moulton looked over at Heather and smiled. Beautiful and so young.

On board, before they even took off, it was obvious first class would be almost empty and they just moved together in three over size seats with Sherry on Heather's left and Lady Moulton on the right. The take off went smoothly and soon they were being wined and dined. Lady Moulton purchased a full bottle of wine and they all had quite a bit to drink with the meal.

They waited for the trays to be taken away. Lady Moulton was quite a bit more relaxed at this point.

"I wonder what the entertainment is this trip?" Heather asked to make conversation.

"Oh, some movie. I saw it when I was over last week. A movie isn't really what I need to entertain me at the moment." More to herself than Heather.

"A game of cards, perhaps?"

Lady Moulton laughed. "No, something a bit more physical, I think. And earthy. Not that I'll get much of a chance for that."

"Oh, I'm sure your husband will be waiting for you to take care of that soon enough."

"Not a chance, my dear. The bore is probably down in the city with one of his bimbos right now getting his rocks polished but good. No, I face a bed with cold sheets at home, I'm afraid."

"That doesn't sound so inviting. How terrible for you. I'm very lucky, I guess."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I have Traci waiting for me and the rocks she intends to polish as sitting about six inches away from you!"

Lady Moulton laughed. "What a beautiful shape you have, Heather." Her eyes were fastened on Heather's very visible nipples. "Traci is very lucky to have you." The pun was intended. They both smiled.

"But what about Sherry? She seems more than a friend?"

The lights went down in the cabin and the movie started on the small screens attached just in front of each chair. Sherry swung the armrest on Heather's chair and her's up and out of the way, making a short couch, then pulled a blanket up over her and Heather and curled up against Heather to watch the movie. In seconds, her hands stole along under the blanket and found the waist catch and zipper on Heather's skirt and unfastened them.

"Hey!"

"Shush. The movie is starting."

Sherry's long fingernails disappeared under Heather's waistband and began inching the skirt down, the nails travelling over Heather's belly and down to the top of her now moist mound. The garter belt added to the sensation as Sherry pulled gently on the garters and the friction along her thighs added to the assault on her nerves. The sexual tension in her belly grew in leaps and bounds, but she did nothing to stop Sherry. She didn't know how to and not bring the activity to Lady Moulton's attention.

But Lady Moulton saw the slow moving mound under the blanket and guessed immediately what was happening. It did nothing to ease her own sexual frustration, but make it worse.

"Your friend seems very casual about public sex. I mean, carrying a large dildo out in public like that."

Heather hesitated. Her chest was getting tight from the fingers playing along her bush, ever so gradually working down to the waiting extended clit, now poking up through the folds of her lips into the cloth of her skirt. It ached and tingled.

"I'm afraid I'm a bit to blame there. I wore a sexy outfit to get her horny and I think it worked a bit too much."

"It's quite becoming. Your outfit, that is. As well as those spectacular titties. What attracts her?"

"Garters and no panties."

"Oh, your pussy is just there for the taking?"

Sherry's index finger brushed the side of her clit and she shuddered. She couldn't hear any of the conversation, as she had headphones on. She was reading Heather's reaction like brail.

"I... I," it was too hard to concentrate. Sherry knew exactly how to get her very hot and keep her there. "Yes." It was a forced whisper.

"Tell me Heather, how do you like to be fucked?"

"I," Sherry's finger slid past the turgid clit and the tip became wet for the first time as it dipped between the swollen lips and encountered the pool of lubrication building there. "Slowly. Gently." Her eyes closed as the tension took her higher.

"Like the way Sherry is fucking you right now?"

Heather was somehow startled. So intent on the sensations between her legs, she was surprised by the revelation that Lady Moulton had noticed.

"Oh, God, yes. Yes, like the way her finger is in me now. So slow, so deep, so wet."

Lady Moulton shivered. Her lust, suppressed all week, was rising like some animal not to be denied.

"I prefer almost violent activity as a rule. I find the slow approach too frustrating. I need to pound the bed and drive my lover to the limit. Of, course, Harold is a pig in bed, so maybe that's why the slow approach rarely works. I need a partner who can anticipate when I need to go faster. To just rape me in the end, when I'm ready to give everything and just let completely go."

"Yes, let go. Cum in their face. Explode inside. Oh, yes. Ohhhhh..." Two of Sherry's fingertips were now sliding up and down her slit. She needed them inside her, but she knew Sherry couldn't reach that far across her and do it.

Almost as a reflex, she turned on her right side and reclined the seat. Sherry moved closer and her hand travelled over Heather's left check and down between her legs, moving up to the nicely framed twat now exposed for easy access. She teased Heather and stroked the lips but didn't go inside.

"Shit. Oh. Please."

Lady Moulton realised that Sherry was playing with Heather and the comments were for her lover. But she was now very turned on. Heather's face was a mirror of lust and desire as the sexual tension filled her mind and drove out other feelings and desires.

Turning on her left side, Lady Moulton pulled her blanket over Heather as well and with a deft right hand, her blouse opened. She pulled it aside and a perfect pear shaped breast with a large very dark brown areola and nipple now stood only inches from Heather's face. Lady Boulton never wore bras. And tonight she was glad not to have to fool with it.

Heather opened her eyes and the breast swayed into view and without thinking, she leaned forward slightly, with Lady Moulton easing forward in her reclined chair and the nipple slid into Heather's hot, open mouth.

"Oh. That is so nice." Lady Moulton shivered again. Her first taste of female sex was better than she had hoped it would be. And it was just beginning.

Heather put just the right amount of pressure on the nipple with her lips and began to wash it with her tongue.

"Oh. My dear. Oh." Lady Moulton was going to turn out to be vocal during sex.

Sherry still didn't realize that Heather was now coupled with Lady Moulton, and continued to watch the screen as she slipped the tip of her middle finger slowly into the waiting honey pot. Soon, it was in to the second knuckle and she rotated a bit and withdrew just as slowly. And that began a regular slow fuck.

Heather became hotter and hotter. Needing more. Needing it faster. Knowing the wait would be deliciously good. Dying from the frustration. She pulled more of the pear into her mouth and Lady Moulton cried out gently.

A stewardess came down front. "Everything all right here?"

Lady Moulton struggled to cover up her exposed chest, only just succeeding.

"Yes, fine. Just trying to get a bit of rest."

The stewardess noticed the slow rhythmic motion behind Heather's ass and realized she was getting screwed. Her eye travelled to Heather's face and that confirmed it. Lady Moulton clutched the blanket a bit higher, but from her vantage point, she could see the modest swell of the woman's breast end in Heather's mouth. Nothing she hadn't seen many times before. Just frustrating to see three beautiful women getting laid and her having to work. Shit.

She walked away. Lady Moulton began to moan. She turned back, leaned down and whispered in the woman's ear. "Look, I don't mind you fucking up here, but you must be quiet while you do it. Would you like a gag?"

Lady Moulton was mortified, but was now too hot to stop. Her built up needs were in charge now. "Yes," she said simply."

The stewardess went to the storage cabinet and pulled out her purse. Noisy herself, she learned long ago to carry a ball gag with her to protect herself. She judged it a close fit to Lady Moulton's mouth and returned to the front.

Lady Moulton had never in her life used a gag during sex. Being loud during sex had always excited her as well as most of her partners. She eyed the ball. The stew leaned close again and whispered, "It doesn't hurt. Just fills your mouth completely and you can't make noise. Open wide."

She tilted the woman's head back a bit and compressed the ball in her hand and inserted it. Lady Moulton gave a grunt. The stew leaned back again. "Now, you horny bitch. In payment for this little bit of assistance, I expect you to come to my flat tomorrow night with these two sluts. Tell no one where you are going and be prepared to spend the night. I plan to fuck you to death, and then you can have me to do what you wish. Understand?"

Lady Moulton looked alarmed. Her breast was fast disappearing into Heather's active mouth and she felt totally confused. She nodded.

The stew noted the blond's alarm and whispered, "I won't hurt you, or them. But you will have the best sex you've ever had. Or ever will again." She stood up and walked back to her station. Her panties were soaked, she was so excited. She had no idea why she had just gotten so bold. It could cost her her job in a second if the passenger reported her.

She was totally amazed the woman had agreed. After five minutes, her excitement not abating, she slipped into the lavatory and frigged herself to two quick orgasms. It didn't help. Grinning from ear to ear, she began planning the next night, almost too shocked to believe it might really happen.

Heather was near to orgasm now. Her own groans were passing through Moulton's sensitive nipple and giving her clit little shocks to add to her soaring arousal.

Sherry slipped a second finger into Heather's waiting pussy and Heather began to hump backwards in a slow matching rhythm. It wouldn't be long now. Lady Moulton hoisted up her own skirt and her fingers dipped into her panties as she masturbated, first one, then two, and now three fingers disappearing into her hole. It had been years since she had been this hot and her passion and lust was taking total control of her.

The ball gag was working perfectly and the trio of women rose toward the peak. Sherry was so happy Heather let her do her on the plane. Heather got her so hot, she knew when they landed that Heather would fuck her to exhaustion later in the hotel. She slipped a third finger into the now very swollen mouth of Heather's cunt and picked up the pace. Heather was starting to stiffen.

Lady Moulton felt the wave of an orgasm approaching. A wave like nothing she had ever experienced in memory. It approached and her belly went tighter and tighter, but it didn't break, rising up over her like some monster of lust, ready to crush her in its grasp. She moaned a continuous call of sex. And still it built. Her fingers moved faster and faster.

Heather was going to explode and nothing could stop it now. Her back was curved and her whole lower torso felt like a solid, swollen sex gland. Sherry slipped a fourth finger into her and pushed in and out rapidly. And the orgasm took her as it always did from the rear. The explosion in her brain was joined by a red hot flush up the front of her body and her pussy clamped down so hard on the invading fingers that she held them in place as Sherry gently pulled and pushed to add to her pleasure.

Her jaw clamped down, pulling Lady Moulton's now engulfed tit totally inside and pinning it against the roof of Heather's mouth. The pain and pleasure sent the tidal wave crashing over Lady Moulton and she screamed in release. A whimper to those behind them in the cabin, but her soul sounded its pleasure in her wail. Her pussy flooded her underwear with discharge and her fingers were crushed together as the spasm hit. And the next. And yet a third.

And then, they came down together in the quiet of the cabin as the movie ended and a series of old TV sitcoms began to play.

Lady Moulton removed the gag and licked her lips. "My, god, that was incredible. My dear, that was an experience I'll never forget. Who needs movies!"

Heather slowly turned back and kissed Sherry slowly and erotically for some minutes. "That was delicious, my beautiful lover. Can I do you now?"

"No, I think I'll wait until we get back to the hotel later. And then I'll collect my reward. I did good?"

"You did me just perfectly. And Lady Moulton thanks you as well."

"Lady Moulton?"

"Yes, she saw you and asked me to suck her tit for her while she did herself. I think she liked it a lot."

Sherry looked over at Lady Moulton and all three of them started to laugh.

"I believe I have us in a bit of a pickle." The worried look on Lady Moulton's face caused the laughter to die down.

Leaning together much like a huddle, she explained the agreement she had made with the stewardess in the heat of passion.

"Do you know her?" Sherry asked. "I mean, would it be safe?"

"Not to be rude, but I hardly know either of you as well. I've gotten myself into a very compromised position."

Heather and Sherry looked at each other and nodded. "Not with us, you haven't." Heather spoke for both of them. "Look we can spend the rest of the flight getting acquainted, but you have to decide before we get there if you will simply tell her no thanks or that we'll be there."

"You mean you would actually go to her place for, well, a sex orgy?" She clearly was in strange territory here. The doubt dripped from her every word.

"Well, we can always leave if we don't think it's safe or not to our liking. I mean, she has to keep her reputation intact as well. It's not a one way concern."

"No offense, but I have rather a bit more at stake, I think."

Heather took her arm and smiled into her eyes. "Tell us about it. Why can't a beautiful rich woman with a cheating husband go to the occasional sex orgy?"

Lady Moulton smiled. Heather had a point. At least about her husband. When do I get any action anymore, she asked herself. "My first name is Barbara. Barbara Moulton. I'm a Lady because of my husband is a Lord in the Parliament. Hence my title. We live in the country north of London in a vast house we can't afford, travel too much, and have to go to dreadful parties almost every night as we try to keep up appearances. I married my husband for wealth and power and got mostly the latter. The wealth is mostly gone. The banks own us now, for the most part, but dare not foreclose because of the embarrassment. Travel like this is mostly paid for as part of my husbands duties and I play the part of the adoring supportive wife in public. I don't have much fun anymore. Anything I could want to do to really let down my hair would be entirely too risky, so I can't do it. Today's little adventure was way over the top for me." She looked into Heather's eyes. "Not that I didn't adore it. I haven't had an orgasm like that since I was a teenager in the back of my boyfriend's car in a field. I think I'm saying too much, actually."

"You really need to get out and have some fun. Sounds a bit too restrictive for me, even with all the influence and other bennies." Sherry was smiling.

Barbara smiled back. "I concur completely."

Heather and Sherry then told her about their backgrounds and future dreams. And a bit about Traci.

"Sounds serious, I'm jealous." Barbara was completely surprised at herself. "And I'm shocked at myself for saying that. But, I'll be damned if I'm not jealous. I never thought I fancied women." Heather gave her a warm smile and squeezed her arm. Barbara squeezed back.

"Don't feel bad about being jealous of Traci. Anybody that has Heather for a lover even once wishes she was in Traci's shoes, believe me." Sherry was jealous, but recognized the bond that existed there and never pushed to make her casual relationship with Heather more than it was. Not that she didn't wish it could be different. Damn that girl made her horny to look at her.

"I can believe that." Barbara said.

Heather felt a hand down her ass as Traci worked to get her skirt up to her waist. She turned back to look at her and Traci gave her a real shit eating grin.

"We're two hours till touch down and I know you aren't satisfied with just one. Roll over and let momma play with you some more."

"Traci, we have enough problems without more sex right now, don't you think." She caressed the grinning face.

"Honey, I know you better than you think and you need this. Roll over and stop being brave. Let me at that lush pussy of yours."

Heather sighed and did as she was told. Sherry was probably right. Once was never enough. Some days, ten was never enough. Barbara would think she was a sex maniac.

Barbara watched Heather shift and Sherry move over behind her again. The tell-tale movements under the blankets told her that Heather was about to be fucked again. What a horny little bitch, she thought. And realized she was horny too. And jealous. To be so carefree to be able to do this so easily. But she settled on watching this time, a bit too nervous to get drawn into the action. What was she going to tell the stew about her decision. Did she even have a real choice. Certainly the stew knew who she was. Public disclosure would be ruinous.

Heather was breathing heavily now that Sherry's fingers continued to roam over her lower ass and upper thighs. The nerves were on high alert and her pussy was already brimming.

"Is she a good lover?"

Heather focused on Barbara. It was hard. The tunnel of lust in her belly was sucking her down into its warmth and tension and she wanted to just slide in and float. "Yes, superb. Magic fingers. And tongue. She knows every hot spot I have. And there are whole bunches."

"Sounds delightful. Mind if I watch? And eavesdrop? I love the sound of sex."

Heather was falling into the funnel. Deeper. Her belly was tight. She could feel her nipples fight the fabric of the bra and the tension spread across her chest. "No. No. Join me."

"No, not this time. I'm too nervous."

Heather pulled her closer. "She's got my pussy swimming with cum. I need her to go inside, but she's making me crazy with waiting." Her voice was thick with lust and hot on Barbara's ear. Barbara was already beginning to think she might actually want to participate.

"You are a horny bitch, aren't you my dear?" She hugged Heather to her neck, her fingers with their perfect red nails against Heather's neck and cheek.

"God, oh, God, yes. Horny. I'm so fucking horny. She has such long fingers. Ahhhhh!"

"Not too noisy my dear. Tell me how she is fucking you." Barbara's voice was deep and throaty with excitement.

"Finger... tip... inside... ahhhh... ohhhhhh... god... good... deeper, yes deeper... ohhhhh... give it to me..." Heather was trembling with desire. Sherry's expert fingers were now touching the sensitive nerves near her G spot, but not quite letting her have the thrill of direct contact. Sherry had other things in mind for her luscious lover's well-stimulated pussy.

The stewardess was back with a drink tray, working her way forward, glancing forward every so often to catch the action. She could already make out that the women were back in a huddle and she was eager to see if they were screwing again. Her hand was shaking as she held the tray out to the few people in the isle and she could feel her chest tighten with arousal at the thought of what the women up front were doing. She was sure.

"My dear, the stewardess will want to serve us drinks in just a moment. Can you pause until she is gone?" Barbara was trying to think how to not be compromised yet again. But she held Heather to her neck and stroked her face. Heather was clearly too far gone now to stop. It was a stupid suggestion.

The long fingers suddenly withdrew from Heather's cunt and the nerves screamed in protest. And then she felt the cool smooth head of Sherry's dildo on the back of her ass and upper thighs as Sherry warmed it up before penetration. Heather wanted it inside her more than anything in the world at that moment.

"Dildo. Put it in. Hurry. Don't make me wait. Ohhhhhh, god, YES!"

Barbara was shocked that Sherry was going to actually use a vibrator in the cabin, but she was distracted by a voice in her ear.

"Mind if I watch?" It was sexy, low and very breathy. The stew was turned on. Very turned on.

Barbara's instincts helped her here and without a pause she turned and said in a very low voice, "Only if we can discuss our agreement about tomorrow night. Other engagements make that impossible for me. Or them."

"God... oh... god... oh... god." The rhythm of Heather's chant told Barbara that Sherry was pumping the dildo in and out of Heather's pussy at a regular interval and Heather was almost beyond reason with lust. Heather's hand was alternately gripping her arm and releasing it as spasm after spasm raced across her belly and her brain's defences fell away. She slid into the pool of lust in the tunnel and gave herself to only one thought. Fuck me, oh fuck me, oh fuck me.

The dildo penetrated ever deeper on each gentle but steady insertion until all seven inches were filling Heather. Heather groaned in short gasps as her insides grew hotter and hotter.

The stewardess watched Heather's face and her hand almost dropped the tray.

"Careful, dear, or you'll get all wet." Barbara admonished the stew.

"Too late for that worry, I'm already soaked." The stew whispered back, wanting to lick Barbara's ear, but her professional caution held her back to a safe distance. Checking to see if anybody noticed she was lingering a bit, she satisfied herself that they were all watching a movie or asleep and looked back down.

"Barbara, I'm going to cum soon. Ahhhh... God, it's driving me crazy. I'm sooo hot."

Sherry flipped on the switch at the bottom of the vibrator and Heather's nerves went wild from the sudden additional stimulation deep inside her.

"AHHHHHHHH! GOD! Shit, this is sooo fucking... good!"

Barbara knew she was going to cum and held her face close to her ear, her blood red nails a stark contrast to the white of Heather's neck and ear.

"I'mmmm cummmmm... inggggggggg!" It was a gasp and her voice gurgled as the wave of tension flattened her belly and electric shocks raced up her spine to her brain. Then the stars came out as her brain went into overload and exploded in thousands of short circuits of pleasure. Her body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave crashed over her.

Barbara held the shaking girl and realized she was extremely turned on herself. She looked at the stew and the stew was flushed with excitement and their eyes locked. The stew shook her head. "Can't, please. I'd like nothing better, believe me. I'd get fired for sure. Please come to my place."