Beth and Sahar go to Montreux, Switzerland for her back where she has more sexual adventures. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian, group and public sex. No STD's or COVID pollutes my fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. Any mistakes remain mine.
My Descent into Slavery and Eventual Resurrection, Ch 7
Montreux
At 0130, New York time, my phone alarm went off silently, buzzing against my mound where I'd shoved it so I'd be sure to wake up. Sahar was sleeping beside me, on the aisle seat at the front of first class where we had the most leg room, a blanket tucked around her.
The plane was quiet except for the hum of the engines, and looking around, everyone else was quiet and apparently sleeping in first class. By the simple expedient of nibbling on her ear, I woke Sahar up.
"Pull down your pants. I'm going to lick you to an orgasm," I whispered in her ear, "and I'm warning you to keep your pillow handy. You'll want to scream."
She smiled at me and pulled down her pants and panties under her blanket. I ducked under the blanket so what I was doing wouldn't be immediately apparent, though five seconds of observation would see the cloth moving up and down over my head. I smelled her immediately when I went between her legs, the scent of an aroused pussy. I got busy. Sahar and I have had sex so often lately, I knew everything I needed to know about her arousal and trigger points. No exploration was necessary.
About ten minutes into my half hour planned seduction, I heard some soft whispers, which I assumed was Sahar pleading with me to let her cum. I couldn't hear much because her thighs were covering my ears. I smiled at how she'd have to wait much longer before I let her orgasm.
Then I felt a hand insinuate itself beneath my dress, and into my briefs. Yet I felt both of Sahar's hands holding my head, and I realized a third person had insinuated him or herself into our game, and my own arousal spiked. I knew it was safe or Sahar would be handling it, so I let it happen. A finger insinuated itself between my pussy lips, finding my wet, creamy core and I gasped softly, having my first orgasm, but not my last. Definitely, a female, the finger too slim to be anything but. A second finger joined it a short time later, and I climaxed again. Oh, fuck, that felt good.
Fortunately for Sahar, I'd been trained to ignore distractions as I gave pleasure, so she didn't notice a thing even though I orgasmed twice more before I let Sahar cum, softly moaning into her airline pillow. Cleaning up Sahar after her orgasm, I peeked out from under the blanket and saw a blonde female flight attendant about my age standing beside Sahar, with her left hand disappearing behind me.
She whispered to me, "The price for allowing this to continue is you have to do the same thing to me, an orgasm exactly like the one she just received."
I nodded and knelt up so Sahar could move into my seat and our flight attendant take Sahar's. She was wearing a uniform skirt and thigh high stockings, with some boy shorts bikini bottoms. I lowered them down around her ankles and she spread her legs as far as the seat would allow. If anything, she smelled more aroused than Sahar had. Not unexpected, since she'd been watching and fingering me for twenty minutes. She fed me her fingers so I could clean my juices from them, covered herself with the blanket and left me to my own devices.
Knowing nothing about the woman I was having sex with at the moment, I allowed myself to search for her trigger points, finding them rather easily. She wanted the same as Sahar, so thirty minutes of sexual edging she'd get. I could tell she wanted to cum earlier. The pressure of her hands trying to direct me told me that. I ignored her. What was she going to do, scream at me on a sleeping plane?
Her moment finally came and there was the start of a scream, quickly muffled. I finished up and popped my head out to see Sahar holding the pillow over the woman's mouth. When Sahar could tell she wasn't screaming any more, she slowly pulled it away, ready to jam it back if she attempted screaming again. Having done both women, my face was drenched in their fluids, so I used the blanket to wipe my face. I was finally able to read the flight attendants name tag - Nicole. While smiling at her somewhat awed face, I pulled up her boy shorts and smoothed down her skirt.
"I've never cum that hard before in my life," Nicole whispered.
"I told you," Sahar said. "Beth is the best."
So that was the whispered conversation I'd missed out on while buried between Sahar's thighs.
"You have to move so I can lick my fiancée now," Sahar said. "We both want to join the Mile High Club."
Nicole nodded and stood up, further adjusting her clothes while looking around to see if we'd attracted any attention. Finding none, she invited me to sit down in Sahar's seat and draped the blanket over my lap while Sahar got on her knees to pleasure me. Nicole stood nearby, blocking our seat in case anyone started waking up. Sahar gave me another orgasm almost as good as the one I gave her. I didn't need to smother my moans, though a few were choked back, deep in my throat. The climax was marvelous.
Finished, I pulled up my own panties while Sahar wiped her face.
"Do you have a layover in Geneva?" I asked Nicole.
"Yes," she said, eagerly, I thought with a smile.
"How long?"
"Two nights, then I take the return flight that corresponds with the return of this one."
"How would you like to spend them in Montreux?"
"With you?"
"With us both tonight. Tomorrow, I check into a cosmetic surgical center for surgery, so it will just be Sahar the second night. I'd prefer she not be alone."
"Breast enhancement surgery?"
"Scar removal. You'll see them tonight."
"I'd love to stay with you."
"We'll wait for you after we depart the plane. We have a car waiting to take us to the hotel."
"Okay. I'm looking forward to it."
I watched Nicole walk away. Nice hip swing. I was such a slut.
Sahar and I went back to sleep for the remainder of the fight.
******
We were waiting for Nicole to finish her housekeeping chores before she could leave the plane. I got a text on my new phone, my first one.
This is your driver. Is there a problem?
I texted back.
Just waiting for a friend.
Do you want me to pick up your luggage?
Sure. It will be easy to find. Bright blue and orange. Two bags. I
'll text you the baggage claim numbers. We'll look for the person with our luggage.
You got it.
"Our driver is getting our luggage," I told Sahar.
She nodded. Ten minutes later, Nicole came out with her carryon. As she joined us, she smiled.
"Proper introductions are in order. My name is Beth Wilson, and this is my fiancée, Sahar Hafeez. You are?"
