Chapter 5
Linda Barlow was a statuesque beauty, five-foot-nine in her stocking feet, and she always wore the sheerest stockings. Her dark hair was almost jet black, her brown eyes big and soulful, expressive of an inner warmth that made her popular among the flight crews at Inter-coast and with traveling businessmen and vacationers as well. She was twenty-five and had been a stewardess for four years, having started at Braniff and then switched to Inter-coast because she fell in love with San Francisco and its cosmopolitan atmosphere.
It was true that her pad in the quadruplex had twin beds, but they were both doubles. They could be pushed together to make one enormous bed, and often were. The parties at Linda's had become legendary, not only at Intercoast but among the other airlines with Florida destinations as well. She was a spontaneous person to whom people naturally gravitated. Even Cathy Merritt had felt the irresistible pull. When she had boarded the flight in San Francisco, Linda had been the only stew who'd really extended a helping hand. The others had been so wrapped up in themselves and in their own chores that they had scarcely paid any attention to her. Linda had been the only one.
Linda was talking on the telephone when Cathy came in with Randy. Randy waved a silent goodbye and left as Linda winked at him. He closed the door, leaving the two girls alone in the apartment. Cathy wore pajamas and a robe.
"Sure, Dale, sure," she was saying. Linda motioned for Cathy to sit down. The older stewardess was wearing a robe that kept coming open. Her legs were crossed, but she kept changing their relative positions so that the robe did little to conceal her nakedness underneath. Cathy sat down and tried not to look at the beautiful girl on the phone. "About nine would be fine. Hey, that rhymes, huh? Okay. Yes, stay the night, dammit. No, don't bring Steve or Patti. Not this time. (Pause) Fresh fox. Right. All evening. Till whenever. Hey, Dale, got to go. See you around nine. Right. Bye-bye."
Linda hung up the phone and looked at Cathy.
"One of the main party guys," she told her. "He wanted to bring a whole slew of people over, but I told him that he'd be enough. We don't want to overdo it your first night in Florida."
"What kind of party are we having?" Cathy asked.
Linda's brown eyes twinkled. "Oh, just a party party. A few drinks, some fun and games, a midnight swim."
"Sounds like fun."
"Oh, it's more than that. Are you tired?"
"Not really. I probably will be by nine o'clock, though."
"Well, let's take a nap, then. I want to fix my hair after I get up. I have an appointment tomorrow at the hairdresser's. Need a pill to get to sleep?"
"No, thanks. I'll try it without."
Linda laughed, opened a plastic cylinder and popped a pill in her mouth. She chased it with a glass of water. She showed Cathy a large bed.
"You can have that one, if you want to sleep alone. Otherwise, we'll both sleep in it and not have to make two beds when we wake up."
"One will be fine," Cathy said. "Why mess up two?"
The girls laughed together. Linda threw off her robe and Cathy saw that she was completely naked. She hesitated, then threw off her own robe. She kept her pajamas on. The two girls climbed into bed.
The girls chatted idly for a few moments; then Linda slipped off to sleep. Cathy joined her a few moments later. The room was so spacious and quiet, the silence lulled her to sleep.
Cathy was the first to awaken. She blinked her eyes uncertainly in the dark room. The sun had fallen low over the horizon, sending its last feeble rays through the blinds that were pulled shut over jalousies. Perspiration had dried on her skin and she thought it must be the coolness that had awakened her. She stretched her body and adjusted her senses to the strange surroundings.
She looked at the girl next to her on the bed. Linda's dark hair was tousled from sleep. Her body stretched languidly on the bed, uncovered. Cathy marveled again at how beautiful Linda was, her body gracefully curved and flawlessly feminine. There was an "innocence" in Linda's appearance that made Cathy look down at her own pajamaed body in wonder. Linda, she knew, had more experience than she had. She had been a stew for a lot longer. Yet her body was as beautiful as a child's, unmarked, graceful, comely. Yet from all the stories she had heard, a girl who used her body promiscuously began to age quickly. Such wanton women were forced to use too much makeup to hide the blemishes of rough handling, the dissipation of late-night parties, the ravages of sexual excesses.
Linda was a party person, but she didn't use a lot of junk makeup. Her skin was flawless, in fact. A dozen cosmetic commercials drifted through Cathy's mind, complexion soaps, baby-soft shampoos and model-tested home facials. She knew that Linda was older than she was, too. How could people say things like that if they weren't really true? All of the stews she knew, in fact, looked like high school girls. Their complexions were all peaches-and-cream, despite the fact that they had to look glamorous and beautiful virtually every day of their lives.
So, what am I asking myself? Cathy wondered. Now that I'm no longer a virgin, does that mean I'm going to end up being an old hag? If I fuck do I carry a mark around with me the rest of my life? Does it show?
Looking again at Linda, she knew she was being silly. Of course it didn't show! Unless, and she almost giggled aloud at the thought, you became pregnant!
Linda stirred then, as though able to hear Cathy's silent laughter.
"Are you staring at me?" Linda asked as she blinked her eyes open to see Cathy next to her.
"Of course. You're very beautiful."
They both laughed.
Linda sat up, not bothering to pull the covers over her nakedness.
"Thanks," she said, fluffing out her hair. Her eyes looked into Cathy's then, and a misty cloud seemed to come into them. She reached out her hand and put it on Cathy's arm. "You're pretty beautiful yourself," she said. "A little bit overdressed though. Do you always I wear pajamas?"
"Why, yes, I guess I do."
"I never do."
"Each to her own taste, I suppose."
"But, Cathy, I don't think you even know your own tastes. Yet. Do you?"
"I—I don't know what you mean."
Linda's hand reached past Cathy's arm and found her breast. She squeezed it. Cathy jumped with the unexpected pressure and pulled away slightly.
"What—what are you doing?"
"Just seeing if you're as much a woman as you appear to be."
"I—I don't understand."
"Take off your pajamas and I'll show you."
"Now? But, why?"
"Oh, come on, Cathy. Be a sport. Here, I'll help you." Linda sprawled over Cathy and began pulling down her pajama bottoms. Cathy struggled and tried to pull them back up. She was shocked by Linda's behavior. Linda, larger and stronger, persisted, however and, with a jerk, pulled the bottoms down, revealing Cathy's thighs, the patch of pubic hair between her legs. Quickly, the dark-haired woman put her head between Cathy's legs and forced them apart. Cathy pushed on Linda's head, trying to force her away, but Linda was strong and would not budge from her position.
"Linda, stop that!" Cathy pleaded. "That's not nice."
Linda paid no attention to Cathy's pleas and continued diving on the muff between the blond girl's legs. Cathy squirmed and struggled, but Linda's persistence was too much for her. Before she knew what was happening, she felt a hot rough probe at the portals to her pussy, worming inside as her legs were forced wider apart.
Linda's tongue slid past Cathy's pubic lips, pushing into the moist hole like a serpent. She worried Cathy's muff as she nuzzled closer to allow her tongue more penetration. Her head was buried between Cathy's legs, anchored there like some clinging sea plant to a rock. The tongue flicked up and down the satiny sex cleft, darted inside, through the tight hole, clearing a path for its seductive lapping as the flesh yielded to its insistent penetration.
Cathy sucked in her breath as the alien tuber slithered deeper inside, a tiny licking creature that filled her hole as it entered, its rough texture inciting her hidden juices to froth forth from the inner recesses of her cunt. She stopped pushing on Linda's head then, allowing her own body to relax even as it began to come alive. A strange feeling came over her, a tingling feeling of wonder, as though something marvelous was about to happen to her.
Linda's tongue went deeper as she forced Cathy's buttocks up off the bed with her hands. She looked like a wood-nymph bent down over a spring to drink, her naked back broad and flat, her head buried in the musky thatch between Cathy's pulsating thighs. She darted her tongue in and out of the blonde's moist pussy like a hummingbird sipping at a honeysuckle blossom, ever deeper, roaming up and down the pneumatic walls of the vagina, seeking out the clitoral bud that lay dormant in its fleshy cocoon.
Cathy could feel Linda's tongue edging ever closer to her hooded clitoris. Her excitement began to flash like lights in her head as her loins steamed with heat. The muscles in her legs quivered as Linda's burrowing tongue flicked against the emerging bud of her clit. When the tongue tip touched the raw peak of the pod, Cathy shuddered. The nerve in the sensitive tip seemed to be connected with every fibre of flesh in her body.
"Oh my!" she moaned. "Oh, for God's sake, Linda!"
Linda knew she had touched the magic button. She could feel Cathy change. The moment her tongue touched the clit, Cathy's body seemed to go liquid and jolting all at once, like a sack of cotton mouths struck by a lightning bolt. Cathy squirmed with pleasure and Linda's tongue lashed furiously at the swelling bud inside the blonde's juicy cunt, poking it and curling over its engorged length, lapping hungrily at its tender shoot, urging it out from its sequestered lair.
Burrowing still deeper, like a badger after prey, Linda was relentless in her lustful attack on the young girl's cunt. She lapped and drank, licking and probing, greedily sucking the swollen bud until it threatened to jerk loose from its mooring. Cathy bucked and thrashed in the awesome clutch of a dozen orgasms all seemingly occurring at once. She cried and clawed at Linda's head, pulling it between her legs, suffocating the older stewardess.
"Oh, Linda, eat my cunt, suck it, suck it!" Cathy screamed. "You're making me come and come. I can't stop it from coming and coming! Your tongue, my God, your tongue is driving me craaaaazy!"
Urged on by Cathy's excited cries, Linda's own cunt flooded with the hot juices of climax. Her mouth continued to work at the younger woman's pussy, her tongue extended so far that the roots ached. But, she could feel the clit between her lips, like a tiny penis, hard and throbbing.
In the twin throes of their orgasms, the girls were mindless to each other. Cathy laid back, her body sucked into pleasure, pulsing with the anguish and joy of climax. Linda, breathless, freed her tongue from the juicy flesh of Cathy's cunt and shuddered, her head still between the younger girl's legs. The musk of Cathy's pussy rose in her nostrils as she gasped for breath. She shook her head and rose, then, from her position, looking at the lovely body of Cathy, who still had her pajama tops on. She crawled up beside her and took the stewardess in her arms. They kissed, quietly at first, then their tongues entangled as they gratefully acknowledged what had happened between them.
"That was wonderful," Linda said, finally, breaking away from Cathy's mouth. "Your pussy was so soft and willing."
"Umm, Linda, I don't know. I just don't know. Nothing like that ever happened to me. It was so strange, so beautiful."
"I know. It should have happened before. But I'm glad I was the first."
"You were and I can't get over it. I can't believe it really happened."
"I felt the same way the first time a girl went down on me. It blew my mind."
"Do you-do you do this often?" Cathy asked.
"No, not often. Not often enough. It isn't every girl's pussy you want to eat. You're such a lovely thing though, I couldn't resist. Besides, I wanted to see if you were as virginal as they said you were."
"They?"
"Well, Mac was on Cloud 9 after he balled you and I heard Randy talking to him about you. Mac said you were a virgin, but the greatest lay he'd ever had."
"The captain said that?"
"He did and then Randy isn't exactly numb, you know. I gathered you and he had a wild morning. I figured you must have something special and you do."
"I do?"
Linda looked at Cathy a long time.
"Yes," she said, "You do. I don't know what it is, but you have it in spades."
Cathy blushed.
"Come on, let's get up. We've got a party tonight. Wait'll you meet Pete. He's got a cock on him as big as a horse and he loves to fuck."
"Oh, I don't think I should," Cathy said. "I feel like that's all I've been doing since I got aboard in San Francisco. I don't want to overdo it."
Linda laughed.
"Honey, you don't have to worry about that. You know the old saying: 'the more you get, the more you want.' Enjoy it. I know that Pete's going to take one look at you and bust his britches."
Cathy got off the bed and scrambled into her pajama bottoms. Her face was still flushed, from the sex and from embarrassment. She wondered what Linda must think of her.
"I—I don't think I'm ready for anyone else. I'm still dazed by Mac, Randy and you. I feel like—well, like a wanton."
"Don't say another word, Cathy. Just doll up and be yourself. If you're not turned on by Pete, forget it. Randy won't say anything and neither will I. But, my guess is you'll be hot to trot."
"Why do you say that, Linda?"
"Because," said the dark-haired stewardess, "I've primed the pump. Now get dressed before I throw you back in bed. My tongue's getting hard just looking at you!"