Home for the Holidays.
By Paul C.
Copyright 2002.
For Laurie.
"I hate these fucking long haul flights." Laurie said, squeezing Frankie's thigh underneath the meal tray she had in front of her. "I could kill for a cigarette."
She felt the muscle in Frankie's thigh twitch at her touch and let her hand rest where it was.
She looked at her friend. Frankie had certainly filled out in the year they had spent rooming together at University in Texas. She was no longer the string bean she had been when they had first met. Her tits were certainly fuller. Her nipples large and inviting. They certainly had been the night before. Laurie smiled at the thought of Frankie's thighs tight around her head as she had cum. How she had held her in place as she had come down and, using the juices from her pussy as lubricant had pushed her finger into her rectum. A second finger had followed and she had had to lick her clit again to prevent her crying out.
Her smile broadened as she pictured herself straddling Frankie's head and lowering her holes to her mouth. She had certainly lost any reluctance she had had in the beginning to explore her with her tongue. Laurie could feel her own juices starting to flow. She moved her had closer to the top of Frankie's thighs. Frankie gave a sigh and opened her legs wider. Laurie could feel the warmth from her pussy and thought for a moment she could smell her as well.
Laurie ran her finger down beside the seam in Frankie's white jeans. She heard a low gasp escape from Frankie's lips. She felt the material and then the flesh beneath it gives slightly to her touch. She ran her finger back up towards where the seams of the jeans joined in a cross beneath her zip as if to offer the maximum protection to her clit.
Frankie shifted in her seat and Laurie looked around. Positioned where they were at the rear of the cabin only the people in the last row of seats opposite could see what they were doing if they looked. They were a young couple. A little older then her and Frankie's twenty years. They both appeared to be asleep. The cabin-crew were busy at the front of the cabin.
Laurie thought for a moment of taking Frankie into the toilets behind the curtains behind their seats but she was comfortable where she was. The meal had been good and they had drunk a small bottle of wine each. She didn't want to move but Frankie felt so warm beside her.
She moved her fingers to the button on Frankie's jeans and undid it with a deft flick of her fingers. Her fingers found the fastener on her zip and she slowly pulled it down. She looked down at Frankie's lap seeing her white panties appear in the opening of her jeans. She placed her hand on top of them and squeezed her pubic mound.
Frankie sighed and Laurie dragged her eyes from her panties and looked at her face. Her head was half turned away and she held the knuckle of one of her fingers between her teeth. Her cheeks were flushed and she could hear her breathing deepen and quicken.
Laurie squeezed her pubic mound again. Frankie sighed.
Her panties sprang up as Laurie moved her hand to their waistband. She would have to shave her again. She couldn't understand why she wanted any hairs down there at all. It must be because she was English. Laurie liked to keep her own pussy hairless. Much cooler in the hot Texas summer.
She wondered what England would be like in summer. She had heard that it was always raining and the first time she had seen Frankie's skin next to her own she had been amazed by it's whiteness. It wasn't white now. Weekends spent at the beach teaching her how to surf had left her with a deep tan. Not as dark as her own but nice to see and feel. Talking of feeling.