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This story continues on from "Katy & Rihanna's Illicit Encounter", so check that out if you haven't read it yet.
Now, on with the story!
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Reclining in her comfortable business class seat, Katy Perry gazed out the window at the sunshine over the soft clouds, streaming down from behind the aircraft as they flew to the East. With the gentle whine of the engines in the background, she rest her head back onto the cushion and closed her eyes, giving a slight stretch and pushing her feet out, settling into the seat with a light sigh. Just a few moments in however she suddenly felt a hand slide onto her thigh, over the dress she was wearing and onto the smooth skin before sweeping back up the inside underneath it to send a rushing tingle through her. Her eyes snapped open as simultaneously her hand lunged down to stop the one exploring its way up her skirt, sitting upright and looking to the person beside her; Rihanna.
Rihanna just gave a naughty smile and squeezed, ignoring Katy's intent to stop her. Katy was wearing a blue summer dress and the lightweight skirt had been far too inviting for Rihanna not to test her, finding easy access to slip her hand straight up towards the Californian's treats.
"Not here," Katy whispered urgently, her wide, pretty eyes scanning the cabin for anyone looking at them, desperate to avoid attention. They were flying to an exclusive resort for a break together, another secret step in their indulgent relationship that had such a spark neither of them could keep away. Them being on a plane together would not be particularly odd, however them getting friendly with each other would and Katy wasn't ready to be found out.
"Nobody's watching," Rihanna said quietly with a smile and went to push her hand deeper up Katy's skirt, the American still resisting her.
"But if somebody sees..." she murmured, even as she tingled at Rihanna's squeeze to her inner thigh, feeling her pussy give a slight clench. Rihanna shuffled a little closer, letting her bare foot dangle over to stroke onto Katy's silky smooth leg, stroking at it lightly with her toes as she leaned in closer to let the Californian feel her warm breath on her cheek.
"Tell me you don't want it, and I'll stop," Rihanna challenged discretely. She felt Katy's grasp on her hand falter, weakening a little.
"Tell me that you don't want this, that you don't need a little something to keep you going because you've been thinking of all the things we're gonna do together," she whispered, feeling Katy squeeze her thighs together and then completely release her grip on Rihanna's hand, allowing the Bajan to ease her teasing touch smoothly up between Katy's legs towards the apex of her thighs.
"How we're going to lick, how we're going to fuck," she breathed heavily, moving close enough to just nuzzle slightly at Katy as her hand slipped the last little bit upwards so her fingertips made contact with the popstars soft, satin panties, feeling the delectable heat of her pussy beneath as she touched. Katy exhaled deeply with a barely concealed shudder as Rihanna's fingers pressed gently, making her pussy clench intently as they carefully split her puffy lips and rode up over her already tingling clit.
"You know you want this," she teased, just letting her fingertips glide easily up and down the front of Katy's silky smooth underwear, teasing at her nerve-packed button beneath as she wriggled in the seat beside her.
"Don't stop," Katy managed to mumble, finally admitting her surrender to her sultry lesbian lover. It was all Rihanna wanted to hear, the breaking of Katy's resistance to her public attentions.
"Oh I won't...later," Rihanna said, pulling her hand back and drawing it down the inside of Katy's leg to her knee as the Californian gasped and opened her eyes in indignant shock.
"When we get there, I'm gonna devour that hot pussy. I'm gonna sink my tongue deep inside it and make you scream," she smiled as Katy looked sideways at her, trying to quietly control her heavy, lustful breaths.
"But until then," Rihanna whispered, leaning forward to drag her tongue up Katy's cheek, "you'll have to just keep thinking about it."
"Are you fucking serious?" Katy hissed, looking over at her lover with thinly veiled anger and frustration as Rihanna casually took her hand away and sat back into her seat, leaving the singer wound up with her lightweight skirt rumpled up almost to her hips. Rihanna smiled sweetly and then pressed the call button overhead, bringing a stewardess to their seats as Katy quickly reacted by smoothing her skirt down.
"Could we have two glasses of champagne please?" Rihanna asked the pretty blonde stewardess, something Katy noticed a lot more now than she ever would have prior to her relationship with Rihanna. The blonde looked over at Katy, who quickly put a smile on for her, covering her frustration at Rihanna, the Bajan knowing just how to push her buttons. The stewardess returned with their drinks a few moments later, bidding their enjoyment before leaving them alone again, where Rihanna turned to Katy.
"To our naughty little getaway," Rihanna said, raising her glass with a smile. Katy was stony faced, glaring at her.
"When we get there, I'm gonna make you devour my pussy," Katy almost growled, holding her glass up in return. Rihanna's smile turned to a grin.
"I look forward to it," she replied, tapping her glass to Katy's with a satisfying ring before taking a sip, while Katy turned to look back out the window as she took a larger drink of her own through frustrated distraction.
The remaining hours of the flight passed both slowly and quickly as Katy managed to doze off, undisturbed by Rihanna as she reclined comfortably in her expensive seat. She didn't sleep all the way though, spending a couple more hours thinking about her relationship with Rihanna, what she'd got herself into and the step she was taking with her own sexuality. They were relatively quiet, Rihanna listening to music and sleeping some of the time herself as they flew to their exclusive destination. After getting through the airport following a smooth landing, they collected their extensive luggage and walked out of the airport, being hit by the heat like a wall as they exited on the way to a waiting luxury car. The ride was cool and composed as they rested in comfort for a short drive to the exclusive, and discreet, resort where they would be staying. Katy had never visited it before, but Rihanna had and assured her they would be completely safe from any unwanted media attention.
They pulled up at the front of the opulent building, all polished metal and glass, where they were immediately met by very polite and efficient valets, who collected their extensive luggage from the boot of the car and escorted them inside to be met by the manager himself, who greeted them warmly by name to his exclusive establishment and assured them their every wish would be granted and all they had to do was ask. Rihanna had clearly met him before and engaged with it warmly;
"Rihanna, so nice of you to join us here again," he enthused, opening his arms wide to her before they shared a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you, it's been a little while but you know I couldn't stay away," she replied with a smile, a little flirtatiously. Katy was a little more reserved and self-conscious, unsure how open to be and a bit concerned that this was attention they didn't need. That was until Rihanna threw her straight into it by introducing her.
"And this is my...friend, Katy," Rihanna said, smiling at her naughtily in a way he couldn't see with a little wink as she extended her arm to bring her into things. Katy stepped forward a little to him with a brief smile, somehow unable to put on her usual public face all of a sudden.