Ms Laura Pt 03 Ch 04

Chapter Four

Emily's two-piece slipped to the sand. Like baptism, once shorn of the colorful and provocative suit, she was made pure, a pristine and unsullied creation of God. Her fair and fine body glittered in the bright sun. She was the flawless personification of youthful femininity. Even exposed, it radiated with a natural purity and innocence. She was naked and relaxed, shameless, not cognizant of its appeal and the sin it invited.

My palms sweated, and my knees shook as I approached. I had no fear of this creature but did fear for her. I feared my touch might contaminate such a pure soul. But I couldn't stop. I was caught watching from the prison cell behind my eyes as my hand reached out to stroke her long, flowing blonde hair.

There was a jolt. I opened my eyes to see the cabin's ceiling. Everything was dimmed, and only very low conversation could be heard in the background.

As I became aware of myself, I felt the bump and warmth of flesh against my own. My belt was being undone. My eyes darted to either side of me as I felt the leather strap loosen. My eyes first locked on Emily's. They were steely blue with a spark of mischievous hellfire in them. Her's wasn't the only hand down there.

I had the blanket pulled up over me, and was reclined back. Emily was lying on her side facing me. Ms. Laura was upright, still under a blanket, and looking at me with the same look of wrongdoing. I felt her hand undoing the button on my shorts. Then my zipper came undone.

I was hard already from the dream. The two women did not take long to find my cock and free it from its confines.

My heart raced. I could hear a stewardess talking to another passenger only a few feet away. A hand from each side gripped my member and started to stroke it slowly. At first, it was uncoordinated, but the ladies soon fell into sync.

In the moment, hormones clouded my vision, and it took all my will not to moan. A spot of cold moisture from my pre-cum touched my abdomen. Emily must have felt it too. Her hand released me, and I watched her dab it on her tongue. This woman knew all my trips and triggers. She could play me like an instrument.

Emily's hand returned, and her pace increased. The dangerous environment heightened my sensitivity. I was just about to completion when I heard a voice.

"Excuse me, Ms." Ms. Laura said, calling for an attendant.

Emily and I froze and looked at each other in sheer terror. Thinking quickly, we closed our eyes and pretended to be asleep. Emily's hand was still firmly wrapped around me.

Ms. Laura let go of me as I heard her talk to the other woman.

"Afternoon ma'am, how can I help you," the other woman asked cheerfully.

Ms. Laura spoke without the slightest hint of wrongdoing, "Yes, I'd like a cup of water and some napkins, please."

"No problem, I'll be right back," the woman replied before walking off.

My heart was pounding in my ears, and I had difficulty keeping my breathing slow and convincing. What was she thinking? Then again, I knew all too well the trouble she liked to get in.

We held still until after the stewardess returned and left again. We only knew it was clear when I felt Ms. Laura's now ice-cold hand touch me. It wasn't long before the two ladies had me on the ropes.

My muscles strained, and I squirmed in my seat. I was sure someone would eventually notice the commotion I was making. I wanted to finish. I wanted to but couldn't. Not here. I wasn't sure what time it was, but we still had hours of flying. I didn't want to soil myself. I had to resist. Ms. Laura saw my discomfort and grinned widely.

"You have my permission, Johnny," she whispered.

A muffled grunt was all she got from me as I held myself on the edge. I heard Emily quietly snicker beside me.

I began to crest. I realized I couldn't hold it back any longer. Just then, I saw Ms. Laura sneak her napkin under the blanket. It was placed over the head of my cock. I let out a long, shuttering breath and finally let it go. The orgasm, pent up so long, came like a flood.

Emily's hand released me after a few final strokes, then took my hand. Ms. Laura held the napkin in place less I make a mess after all. I rolled my head back, finally able to relax.

"Good boy," Ms. Laura said with a smile.

The words were like a spark in a powder keg. All my temporarily suppressed anxieties returned, hitting me like a wall. My heart rate once again spiked, and it caused a pain in my chest. I suddenly looked around the cabin in a silent panic. What had I done?

Emily had her eyes closed and was dozing off now. Ms. Laura was contently sipping her water, looking at the other passengers. The rest of them were all just quietly enjoying their flight. I was having a panic attack.

Nobody noticed the sweat breaking out on my forehead. I was silently staring into space, processing it all. I had not been with anyone else for years. In my mind, the purity and quality of Emily and I's love had washed away the initial taint of how it all started. Just the other day, we were talking about kids. Now here I was, cumming into a rag on an airplane, a woman older than my mom holding it. I was a sexual deviant.

It was just a hand job, I thought to myself, trying to calm down. Emily was part of it. I looked over at her. Her beautiful face was serine nestled in the pillow. We were all fine. I was fine.

I looked over at Ms. Laura again. She had finished her water and placed the balled-up napkin filled with my spunk into the cup. I was already tainted long before we met. We both were. I took a few deep breaths. I calmed down but didn't relax. It was all true and my fault. It was a mistake I made and had to live with.

I stewed quietly in my thoughts for some time. Eventually, even my restless mind was able to fall asleep again.