Chapter 7
"I heard about your grand farewell tour," Donna said as she and Sheila loaded the drinks cart. "How's it going so far?"
"Terrific," Sheila replied. "You wouldn't believe what I did in London."
"Well, tell me! Don't keep me in suspense."
"It's a long story," Sheila said. "I'll tell you after you serve drinks."
"It had better not be too long," Donna laughed. "We land in an hour."
Donna pushed the cart down the aisle and Sheila turned around to get a cup of coffee. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned back around. She opened her eyes wide and grinned.
"Juan Castillo!" she said. "Hello. I haven't seen you in ages. What are you doing here?"
"Would you believe me if I said that I was still chasing the most beautiful girl in the world?"
"No," she laughed. "I thought you caught the most beautiful girl in the world. I heard that you got married."
"I got married, but not to you." He noticed the rings on her left hand. "Looks like someone did. Do I know him?"
"No. He's a senior pilot with this airline."
"Does that mean you're no longer available?"
She lifted one eyebrow and grinned. "For what?"
"This," he said as he backed her into a corner of the galley.
She put her arms around his neck and melted into his arms. He put his hands under her short skirt and cupped the cheeks of her bare ass. She gurgled into his mouth, a naughty sound that expressed precisely how she felt, and ground her prominent mound against his crotch. She felt wanton and mischievous immediately. She held him in a tenacious embrace and kissed him exuberantly, hungrily, without inhibition. She nearly choked him with her tongue as she tried to shove it all the way down his throat. He fondled her sumptuous bare ass and ground his crotch against hers as he returned her kiss her with equal fervor.
He broke the kiss and licked her lips tenderly. "You still don't wear panties, huh?"
She tilted her head back and chuckled sexily. "They're there. You just haven't found them yet." She darted her tongue in and out of his mouth. "What are you going to do now?"
"Lick you," he whispered.
"Ummm, that sounds like a splendid idea." She kissed him passionately.
He pushed her back and said, "Open your dress. I want to see your lovely tits."
"I'm not going to undress," she whispered as she unbuttoned the top of her dress. "Someone might come along and want to get in on the act."
He caressed her magnificent tits lovingly. "Don't you wish!" he teased.
She gave him another torrid kiss. He lifted the front of her skirt just enough to get his right hand under it. She wiggled, and her ass bumped the wall. He moved his hand up and touched the edge of her panties.
"Now I know why I couldn't find them," he laughed softly. "They're no bigger than a ribbon." He caressed the inside of her thighs. "Flesh like the finest silk." He ran his hands over her protuberant, hairy mound. He leaned down and flicked his tongue across her nipples.
She arched her back and pushed her chest forward. She hefted one tit and pushed it up to his mouth. Her nipple tautened to full erection immediately.
He pulled the crotch of her panties aside and tickled her slit. Reflexively, she spread her legs and hunched. He slipped a finger into her hot love tunnel. The subtle aroma of hot, aroused pussy wafted up around her body. She opened her legs a little further.
He put two fingers in her cunt. He put his thumb on her clit and rubbed lightly. She inhaled sharply and jerked hard when he touched the touchy button. He held her panties aside and dropped to his knees. He peeled the fat lips apart and ogled the succulent pink furrow.
"I always liked to look at your gorgeous pussy," he said softly.
"You'd better do more than look at it," Donna said.
Sheila looked up and grinned at her fellow attendant. "Juan is an old friend," she said.
"Well, if he isn't, he soon will be," Donna replied dryly. "I'll stand guard if you let me watch."
"Just don't sell tickets," Sheila giggled. "The galley isn't big enough."
Juan licked Sheila's juicy gash. She kinked her knees and tilted her pussy up. Every fiber of her being thirsted for the rewarding caress of his cunning tongue.
"Your pussy is like a swamp," he chuckled.
He licked her pussy thoroughly. He took particular delight in teasing her turgid joy buzzer, pushing it up and down and from side to side with the tip of his tongue.
"Ooohhh, God!" she whimpered. "I'm going to cum, baby!"
She tangled her fingers in his hair. Her chest heaved. Her body vibrated. Her legs twitched. He continued to lick her clit with the same steady pace and rhythm. She came harder than any woman he knew. He could have sworn her clit doubled in size, growing so large it felt like he was licking her nipple.
Her tremors decreased slowly. She sucked in an extra large gulp of air. She released his head and leaned against the wall. "Damn, that was good!" she exclaimed softly.
He stood and wiped his face with a paper napkin. He looked at Donna and grinned. "Are you next?"
"I'll take a rain check. We'll be landing in a few minutes. Where are you going."
"Casablanca," Juan replied. "How about tonight?" Donna said. "Can't. I have a date with Sheila."
"You do?" Sheila said.
"I have a three-day layover." Donna wrote down the name of her hotel and gave the slip to Juan. "Call me."
"I certainly will," Juan said. He patted Sheila on the ass. "Come sit with me."
Donna waited until he left, then said, "He looks pretty old. Can he deliver?"
"Damned if I know," Sheila replied. "He's Spanish, so he has the right blood, but I've never had him. He surprised the hell out of me when he went down on me. I was on the New York to Madrid run for a couple of years, and he was a regular passenger. He was always coming on to me, but I never took him seriously. He was educated in England and lived in the States several years. That's all I know about him."
"Well, maybe he'll be a good guide. This is my first time in Casablanca."
"Yeah, mine too. I hope I get to do something besides go to the bazaar." Sheila fixed herself a highball and went forward to sit with Juan.
"I didn't know you could drink on duty," Juan said.
"I'm not really on duty," Sheila replied. She told him why she was on the flight. "I'm going to stay in Casablanca a couple of days. Want to show me some of the sights that tourists don't get to see?"
"I would be happy to. Where are you staying?"
"The same hotel as Donna."
"I will pick you up at eight. We'll have dinner, then I will show you something you have never seen."
"Don't be too sure," she laughed. "I've seen a lot."
"I am sure you have not seen this," he replied confidently.
"Will you bring your wife?"
"Of course not. She is Spanish."
"Oh, and that explains everything, huh? Are you just visiting Casablanca?"
"I live there now. I have an import/export business."
Juan was a charming dinner companion, and regaled Sheila with amusing anecdotes of life in Casablanca.
"I have a special evening planned for you," he said as they went outside to his car.
She remembered her evening at Nigel's special club, and her pussy fluttered. Some day, she would have to think about why men seemed to assume that she would engage in kinky sex games for their pleasure. Not tonight, however. Tonight, she was going to take another walk on the wild side.
"Are you going to take part?"
"No, this is for your pleasure only."
"I won't let anyone abuse or degrade me, Juan."
"I can assure you that no one will. You are much too pretty and unique to harm."
"Does that mean that you would let someone abuse an ugly woman?"
"Of course not. I still have trouble with your idioms. You can indulge your exhibitionist streak. If you wish to stop at any time, you can do so."
"How do you know that I have an exhibitionist streak?"
"You let me eat your pussy on the plane, and you invited your friend to watch."
"Is that when you decided to take me wherever we're going?"
"Yes. I called and made the arrangements when we landed."
"Are you going to call Donna?"
"Yes."
"Will you arrange an evening like this for her?"
"I don't know yet. I have to know more about her."
They stopped in front of a large private home. Juan rang the bell at the gate, and a silent man escorted them through a courtyard. He opened a door leading into a small anteroom and bowed.
"You will find two young women inside," Juan said. "Go with them. I will join you later."
Sheila stepped through the door with her heart in her mouth. Two young Arab women in sheer pants and blouses took her hands and led her down a hall and into a softly lit room. A glass bathtub, filled with water, sat on one side of the room. A large pedestal bed sat in the middle of the room. Sheila knew there was an audience. There had to be. How else would she indulge her exhibitionism? She couldn't see anyone, but she sensed its presence.
The girls turned her all the way around as they slowly undressed her, confirming that others were watching. Juan was right. She had an exhibitionist streak a yard wide.
"Juan, have them turn up the lights," she said. "I want to see you."
The lights came up and she looked at the voyeurs. They were six of them, all male, all with dark skin. Two wore traditional Arab dress and the others wore business suits. Two girls knelt by each man. Juan's girls already had his cock out and were playing with it. She smiled and stared at the men boldly.
"Tell them, Juan," she said.
Juan understood what she wanted. He spoke softly in Arabic, and the girls took the other men's cocks out and started playing with them.
The girls helped her into the tub and she sat down. The warm water smelled of sandalwood and roses. One girl went across the room and sat on a small stool. The other girl undressed and stood by the tub, facing the audience.
Sheila eyed the small brown body. Everything about the young woman was so delicate-her pert little tits with their tiny nipples, miniature, well-turned thighs, cute little rounded buttocks. The hair covering her pubic mound was coarse and as black as midnight. The hair on her head was just as black. And long enough to reach down to her ass.
The girl's tiny nipples were mere inches from Sheila's mouth. If she stuck out her tongue, she could tickle the small points. She restrained herself. Perhaps the young woman would object.
Her desire was strong, however. Which surprised her. Even shocked her a little. Until that night at Nigel's club, she had never tasted another woman. This was different. She really wanted to taste this fresh young woman, to be the aggressor in a straightforward session of lesbian love. She breathed deeply. Her pussy tingled and filled with juice.
The girl knelt and started bathing Sheila with a bar of scented soap and her hands. Her skin tingled and her pussy got wetter.
The girl slipped a finger into the top of her slit and rubbed her clit lightly. Her clit instantly rose from its hood. Her nipples hardened and thickened rapidly and stood way out from her tits. She wondered if the bud was really standing up so far that it peeked from between her thick pussy lips. It felt as though it did. The girl took one nipple between her thumb and forefinger and twisted it gently.
Sheila looked at the girl's nipples, then at her own. Her nipples were a lot bigger, but the young woman's were just as hard, drawn into tight little points. She wanted so badly to lick them.
The girl rubbed Sheila's clit a little harder, a little faster. Now, she knew it was sticking out between her pussy lips. Her body jerked involuntarily when the soft little fingers touched her. The young woman giggled softly. Her touch was gentle, but not timid. Sheila glanced at the men.
They were all watching her raptly, obviously waiting for her to cum.
The Arab girl spread the lips of Sheila's pussy apart with the fingers of one hand. Two fingers of her other hand immediately captured Sheila's exposed clit and started jiggling rapidly.
"Oh, my," Sheila exclaimed softly. The girl's clever fingers had her right on the edge of a much-needed release.
The girl concentrated on Sheila's clit, much to her delight. She routinely had fully satisfying vaginal orgasms when she fucked. like many women, however, her clitoral orgasms were deeper and harder. When she fucked herself with a vibrator, she finished by stimulating her clit. When she did herself by hand, she seldom stuck her fingers in her cunt.
She shifted and thrust her crotch up. Her ass humped up and down slowly. She lifted her chest slightly and pointed her tits at the girl.
The girl lowered her head and stretched out her little tongue. She licked Sheila's nipples, first one, then the other, going back and forth between the large mounds. Her soft fingers pressed and teased, sending sweet shudders rippling through Sheila's body.
Sheila put one hand on the girl's shoulder. She closed her eyes and lay back. Delectable sensations built rapidly as the playful digits teased her slick button. She moaned and hunched. Sweet nuances of bliss rippled delightfully from her cunt.
"That feels so good," she muttered. "You know just how to make my pussy feel so good. Wonderful." Lances of pure delight ripped through her body. Her ass bounced up and down. Her legs quivered wildly. "Yes! Yesss!" she hissed. "It's here! My pussy is going to blow wide open!"
The girl continued to stroke Sheila's clit and lick her nipples until her passion subsided. The other girl joined her and helped Sheila out of the tub. They dried her and rubbed her body with sandalwood oil. They took her hands and led her to the bed. A large mirror hung over the bed, suspended by brass chains. Another large mirror stood at the head of the bed. Four girls rolled large mirrors up to the sides of the bed and angled them so the men could see Sheila from every angle.
"Well, at least I can watch too," Sheila muttered.