Air stewardesses Sinn and Zafira were walking down the corridor towards their flight when the final call for passengers to board boomed over the public address system. As Zafira sashayed past Sinn, she swayed her hips so her rear bounced with every step she took. She didn’t always walk like that; it was her way of being flirtatious with Sinn – which was something she’d done at every opportunity during the few months they’d worked together. So that Sinn would register her every move, Zafira made a habit of physically bumping into her; she also made sure her top was always pulled low enough to display her voluptuous cleavage.
On board, once the airplane had adjusted to cruise altitude, Sinn headed to the bathroom. As she was passing Zafira, she felt a hand brush her ass. Her blood boiled as she turned and Zafira winked naughtily at her. She didn’t know how much more of this teasing she could take, especially as she harboured yearnings for Zafira. As she held a damp cloth to her face and stared at her angry reflection in the bathroom mirror, someone knocked at the door.
“It’s me,” called Zafira mischievously. “Let me in… please.”
Although Sinn’s heart initially sank, it then skipped a beat. She took a deep breath and, with great trepidation, unlocked the door. Zafira checked that nobody was looking, and stepped inside. It was such a tight fit that they were forced to squeeze against other.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Sinn asked, frustrated. “Why do you continually tease me?”
“Me?” Zafira said with a smile, as she moved her lips closer to Sinn’s. “I’m not doing anything wrong, am I?”
“Yes you are!” Sinn snapped back. “You’re driving me crazy, I can’t take this…”
Zafira interrupted her, saying, “Well can you take this?” She planted a kiss on Sinn’s open mouth.
As their lips engaged and their tongues entwined, Sinn suddenly felt empowered. She hiked up Zafira’s skirt, slipped her hand down the front of her pantyhose, worked it inside her panties and rubbed her warm, wet pussy. She gave Zafira’s erect clit a tweak. Zafira bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a gasp of pleasure, and spread her legs as wide as she could in such a confined space, so that Sinn could inch two fingers inside her. As she groped Zafira’s heaving breasts through her blouse and bra, Sinn repeatedly thrust the two fingers deep inside her tight, juicy pussy, until Zafira started trembling and came all over her hand.
Sinn withdrew her fingers, licked one of them, and wiped the other across Zafira’s lips so she could taste her own juice.
“Now see what you made me do?” Sinn declared, eyes glinting with pleasure.
“There you go again,” answered Zafira. “Blaming me, when it was you who did the doing.”
“You’re so nasty!” Sinn said, smiling.
As she leaned in to kiss Zafira, the plane suddenly lurched and an announcement came over the public address system for everyone to take their seats due to turbulence. The girls quickly adjusted their uniforms and touched up their lipstick. Zafira stuck her head out of the door first, and when she saw that everyone on board was preoccupied with strapping themselves back into their seats, she turned to Sinn, nodded and they both made a swift exit from the bathroom. Sinn wore a smile throughout the rest of the flight, because Zafira had promised to carry on where they’d left off, during their layover.
Keeping to her promise, once they’d checked into their neighbouring rooms at the airport hotel, Zafira knocked on Sinn’s door. Sinn let her in, and barely had time to close the door behind her before Zafira grabbed her hand, dragged her to the bed and threw her on top of it. Sinn giggled as Zafira pushed her legs apart, knelt between them and ripped a huge hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. She pulled Sinn’s panties aside and dived in. She lapped away at Sinn’s thoroughly wet pussy and gently nibbled at her clit.
Sinn closed her eyes in ecstasy, murmuring, “Yes, yes… I’ve been longing for this since I first set eyes on you.”
Zafira came up for air, smiled, and spat on two of her fingers. She slid them into Sinn’s pussy, which was now so wet you could hear slurping sounds as Zafira finger-fucked her hard and fast. Sinn groaned and begged Zafira to lick her clit as well. Zafira happily did so, but as her tongue and fingers made the delicious sensations build, Sinn took control. She grabbed Zafira’s head, held it firmly against her pussy and ground herself hard against it. It wasn’t long before Sinn’s entire body started shaking with an intense orgasm, and she squirted in Zafira’s mouth.
Releasing Zafira’s head, Sinn rolled her over onto her back and said, “Wow!”
Once they’d got their breath back, Sinn undid Zafira’s uniform and popped her breasts out of her bra. She flicked and whirled her tongue rapidly over both nipples, kissing all around them. Sinn ran her tongue down over Zafira’s washboard tummy, shredding her pantyhose as she pulled them off, then yanking her panties down to her ankles. She wrapped them tighter to keep Zafira’s ankles bound as she removed her high heels and started licking the soles of her bare feet.
Zafira squirmed with delight and let out tiny sighs; sighs that soon transformed into loud groans when Sinn ran her tongue up the inside of her leg. When she reached Zafira’s glistening mound, she licked around it and down between her ass cheeks. Zafira shuddered, and Sinn unbound her ankles and spread her legs wide, making her pussy lips part so juice leaked out over the fleshy folds. Sinn lapped it up with relish and began sucking on her clit. While Zafira loved every second of Sinn’s actions, she craved penetration.
“Use your fingers,” she gasped. “Stick them in me, stick them in me.” Sinn looked up and grinned. It was her turn to play Zafira at her own game. She sucked on her fingers and started trailing them along Zafira’s sopping wet slit and over her ass, gently prodding at its entrance. Zafira was beside herself, moaning loudly and trembling with frustration. Eventually Sinn relented and slid two fingers deep inside Zafira’s pussy, as she gently eased one inside her ass.
Zafira let out a long moan. As Sinn thrust harder, faster, and deeper, Zafira clung to the sheets and started shuddering all over, sexual electricity coursing through her entire body. She shrieked with pleasure as she came like crazy and collapsed in a sweaty heap, Sinn’s fingers still buried inside her pussy and ass.
They barely made it back on board the airplane in time for their return flight, hoping nobody would notice that neither of them were wearing pantyhose now.
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