Chapter 1
About an hour and a half into the flight, Kitty slipped into a seat in the rear of the first-class cabin to rest for a few minutes. The late-night flight from Miami to London was always a quiet one. As one of the senior stewardesses, Kitty wasn't supervised too closely. Her section mate, Faye Arnold, would keep an eye on things for a while.
Kitty reclined the seat back, wriggled her ass around until she was comfortable, then closed her eyes. There wasn't much time for a nap, but she badly needed whatever sleep she could get. The party she'd attended the night before hadn't broken up until almost noon. Then she'd had to run several errands before she could get a little sleep before reporting for the midnight flight. Not a very good way to start such a long flight, but she'd done it many times before. She kept telling herself she had to stop burning the candle at both ends. She was in the middle and there wasn't much wax left on either end of the damned thing. Only trouble was, she was having too much fun to quit now. There would be plenty of time in the future to slow down.
The party had been an orgy of sorts. Kitty, and most of the other guests, had chosen to use the bedrooms for their sexual activities. Kitty had fucked two men, one after the other, and considered that risqu'. Several of the other guests, including the host, had engaged in group sex in the middle of the game room-a pile of naked, squiggling bodies that changed configurations several times while Kitty was watching. She had been tempted to join them, turning chicken at the very last moment.
Ironically, Kitty couldn't remember who the host had been. She had gone with Faye, who had heard about the party from another stewardess. Most of the women present were stewardesses. Most of the men had no direct connection to any of the airlines represented by the stewardesses. That's the way it usually worked. Stewardesses, with their reputation for being wild, uninhibited swingers, were always getting invited to parties by guys who had a fetish about fucking stewardesses. Kitty had no objection to that. There was always lots of good food and drink, and most of the men were decent enough. It was even possible to run across some real jewels every once in a while.
Kitty had almost gone to sleep when something touched her legs. She snapped wide awake. Whatever it was, it was on the inside of her legs. She jerked and started to sit up. Her brain sorted through the available information and identified the touch as coming from a human hand. She held still, wondering who it was and what they were up to. The crew often played jokes on one another, so it could be any one of them. She opened her eyes and, without moving her head, looked around. No one was standing over her or in front of her. Yet her legs were being slowly pushed apart.
She looked down, as well as she could without raising up. That gesture didn't help. Whoever it was, they were covered by her skirt. There could be only one reason someone would have their head under her dress. The prospect of having a mouth on her pussy thrilled her. If it was a stranger, so much the better. like many women, Kitty occasionally fantasized about being ravished by a total stranger under bizarre circumstances. This situation didn't exactly meet those conditions, but it was close enough.
Kitty's legs were far enough apart to allow the person under her skirt to put their mouth on the crotch of her panties. Teeth gently chewed at her box through the thin material of her panties. Kitty's breath whistled slightly as she inhaled deeply at the first contact. She gripped the arms of the seat and nudged her ass forward.
The mouth spent several minutes gnawing at her cunt. Every once in a while, a long tongue would snake under the leg band of her panties to take a swipe at her cunt lips. None of the action so far was enough to make her come, but she was sure liking it. Her cunt was dribbling juice, getting her ready for the real action.
The mouth left her cunt. Two hands gripped the sides of her panties and pulled them down. Kitty lifted her ass high enough to allow the material to clear her buttocks. The head, arms, and her legs got temporarily tangled up under her skirt. When everything was sorted out again, her panties were gone, her legs were wide open once again, and the mouth was hovering so close over her pussy she could feel the warm breath. She wondered if the mouth belonged to a man or a woman. Not that it mattered much. Kitty wasn't hung up on women, but she had no objection to being eaten by one, either. A good come was a good come, regardless of how it came about or who caused it to come about.
When the hot mouth settled over her naked cunt, Kitty sighed deeply and loudly. She lifted her legs over the cunt-lapper's shoulders, locked her ankles, and let her knees fall far apart. She concentrated on not yelling, as she usually did, when things got really good.
For the next several minutes, Kitty's cunt was licked slowly, tenderly, and lovingly. From the bottom to the top, just beyond her rigid clitoris. When the tongue reached the top of her slit, it danced and skittered back over the inner lips of her cunt to the bottom, pausing on the way to delve into her steamy wet cunt hole.
Up and down the lapper went, teasing her, slowly bringing her toward orgasm. Kitty fought the urge to issue directions, leaving it to the owner of the tongue to decide how it would get her off.
Kitty's ass began wiggling and squirming on the seat and hunching against the mouth. The tongue ceased its travels up and down her slit and settled over her clit. After a few moments, it resumed its travels up and down the steamy slit. Kitty spread her thighs a little farther apart, opening herself completely for the kisses from the stranger between her legs. The tips of the stranger's fingers moved up and down the inside of Kitty's thighs as the tongue lapped her damp pussy with long strokes. The head burrowed deeper between the firm, smooth thighs. The tongue stiffened and probed Kitty's pussy. The tip of it penetrated deeper. Kitty shuddered as the tongue wriggled and slid deeper into the hot, tight orifice. The tongue worked rapidly back and forth, fucking Kitty's pussy like a small prick.
When the tongue left her cunt and slid down between the cheeks of her ass, Kitty almost forgot herself. She captured the scream just before it passed her lips. What came out was a choked, gagging sound, muffled behind her wrist. The tongue laved the area behind her cunt. A fire of passion slowly spread from Kitty's crotch to infuse her entire body with its heat. The tongue was a separate, living thing, detached from a person in Kitty's mind. Tangled, convoluted images floated through her mind, images of a tongue boring into her cunt and licking her clit.
Kitty crushed her hands over her mouth to stifle the wail of pleasure that was torn from her when the mouth covered her pussy again. There was an intense stab of sensation in the midst of the warmth of the pleasure flowing through Kitty. The tongue split her cunt lips and traveled to the top of the soppy slit, searching for her clitoris. Kitty whimpered, then hissed through her teeth when the tip of the tongue touched her clit. The tongue groped for only a moment, then settled on the nub of flesh that was the center of sensation for Kitty. She jerked and moaned again as the tongue began stroking the hard morsel gently. Kitty's legs tightened around the stranger's head.
The stranger correctly read the movement as a sign that Kitty was ready to come. All of the stranger's attention was now concentrated on Kitty's clit. It was stroked with a slow, firm tongue motion. Kitty's body began trembling as her orgasm neared. The tongue began moving more rapidly, gradually decreasing the pressure against Kitty's clitoris to increase the stimulation. The tremors passing through Kitty's body became more violent. More intense. The sensations increased rapidly, building up to a greater momentum as they accumulated. Kitty sank into a numb haze of pleasure. The tongue flicked rapidly, with a feathery touch. Kitty's body quivered with tension.
Kitty exploded into orgasm-a quavering wail muffled by her wrist as the sensations ripped her cunt apart. Her body writhed and bucked in ecstatic convulsions in the seat.
The stranger's arms wrapped around her thighs and held her tight as the tongue flicked over her clit, driving her through her orgasm. The airplane seemed to be doing a roller-coaster maneuver as Kitty's spasms raced through her, wringing her body, wracking her mind, as her orgasm surged through her. She peaked, shuddered mightily, then began slowly sliding down the other side of the wonderful feelings. The tongue continued flicking, stroking and caressing her pussy. It spread a glowing bliss of sensation through Kitty, then it began to ebb.
Kitty collapsed back into the seat, limp from the exertion of coming. She licked her lips and swallowed dryly, then opened her eyes. Faye was staring directly at her. Kitty tried to smile. She hurriedly sat up and smoothed her skirt down. Only then did it dawn on her that the stranger who had lapped her cunt was gone.
On trembling legs, Kitty went to Faye. "How long were you watching?"
"Oh, a while. Were you making love to yourself back there? Didn't you get enough last night at the party?"
"I wasn't jacking off. Someone ate my pussy."
"Say what! Who?"
"Damned if I know. I was just sitting there, taking a short break, when this head went under my skirt and a mouth and tongue were all over my pussy."
"You all right, girl? You haven't been taking some of that weird stuff the pilots try to pass around, have you?"
"No. Faye, listen, you've got to believe me! I didn't imagine it! I came too hard for it to be my imagination. Whoever it was took my panties, too. I'm no longer wearing them and they weren't lying on the floor."
"Doesn't mean a thing, honey. You could've left home without 'em."
"You know better than that. I always wear panties. Or start out with them on, at least. You're not playing one of your jokes on me, are you? Was it you under my skirt, lapping my pussy? If it was, you really know how to do it."
"Nope, wasn't me, girl. That's not to say the idea doesn't appeal to me, but not here and not now. I'm one of those girls who-likes to take things nice and slow. The full seduction scene, if you now what I mean. With a girl, that is. Men fall into a different category. I didn't see anybody back there with you. Where did this mysterious gourmand come from? And where did they go when they finished?"
"I don't know, Faye! Maybe someone sneaked up from coach. You've been after me for ages. Are you sure you're not the one?"
"Absolutely, honey. When this girl gets her tongue in that sweet little pussy of yours, you'll know who it is. And you won't ever forget it, either."
"Then maybe it was the guy in 4B. He started hitting on me before we even took off."
"Jack Dudley? He's all bark, honey. Hits on every woman he sees. Never known him to do anything about it, though. He's on this flight at least twice a month. No matter how hard I try, I can't get him to follow through on his bold talk. I gave up on him weeks ago."
The buzzing of the intercom cut off Kitty's reply. She picked up the handset. After listening for a minute, she said, "Yes, Captain, I'll be right up." She replaced the handset and said to Faye, "The Captain wants a cup of coffee. Do you want to go or shall I?"
"You go ahead, honey. I'm going to sit down for a while. In the same seat you occupied. Maybe your mysterious stranger will come along and eat my pussy, too. Besides, I'm too tired to try to run away from that man up front."
"Faye, do you like men? Do you.. .well, do you get it on with them?"
"Oh, sure, honey. I'm very selective, but not as far as gender is concerned. Why should I limit myself to one way when both sexes are available and both of them give me good orgasms? Half of the people in the world are female, you know."
Kitty blushed. The hidden meaning in Faye's words weren't so hidden to her. Faye was making another bid for Tier favors. The only reason Kitty hesitated was because she knew that Faye would expect two-way action . Having her pussy eaten by a woman was one thing. Doing that to another woman was a totally different matter.
Or so Kitty thought.