My new traveling lover was now leading me by the hand to the gate of our plane to Paris. As we held hands walking towards the plane, I realized I had just masturbated for her, and she had done the same for me, but I didn't even know her name.
However, I was so astonished with what had just happened and how she had complete control of me that I felt embarrassed to even ask. As we arrived at the gate of our plane, she finally said, "If I am going to check you in next to me, I need to know your name."
"Marianne. Marianne Lindberg. And yours?" I replied nervously.
"You'll know in due time! Now follow me, Marianne." she said. She walked in front of me to the counter and I followed as ordered.
Behind the counter there was a beautiful slender redhead about 30 dressed sharply in the airline uniform, her hair up in a bun, and a nametag that read ‘Monica'. As soon as she noticed my companion, she greeted with surprising affection and respect, "Hello Miss Fletcher. It's good to have you fly with us again. Is there anything we can help you with?"
"Yes, thank you," she answered "I just ran into my niece and I would love for her to fly sitting next to me in first class."
"Of course, I'll take care of it right away," replied beautiful redhead Monica.
The arrangements were done and we were told to wait half an hour before boarding. I knew two things, now. One was that the gorgeous lady that had fingered herself for me to watch was Miss Fletcher. And two, that she was a distinguished and important customer to the airline.
I knew from then on that I was bound to do anything Miss Fletcher told me to. And she did so right away, as we walked away from the counter.
"Honey, you made a mess of me, I am completely soaked and not wearing any panties. Please accompany me to the restroom so that you can clean up what you did," she whispered into my ear.
My knees shook as she spoke into my ear. The air of her voice tickled and made my pussy tingle with anticipation.
We walked into the nearest restrooms. Inside there was a woman touching up her makeup watching us in the reflection of the mirror. Miss Fletcher grabbed my hand and pulled me into the handicap bathroom closing the door behind us. She set her briefcase on the toilet. She opened it and took out my panties. The pink cotton g-string that she had previously made me remove and hand over to her at the boarding gate, just before we fingered ourselves in front of each other.
Then she set her briefcase back on the floor and handing me my pink panties, she ordered,
"Get on your knees. Lick me clean and put these on me when you are done!"
"WHAT?" I asked, trying to hide my deep desire to do exactly what I had just been ordered to do.
"You heard exactly what I said. We don't have much time, so stop asking questions and clean me up!" she ordered in a more demanding voice.
As in all her previous demands, I obeyed.
I set my backpack on the corner of the restroom and stared at her in disbelief, as she pulled her skirt up over her hips and well above her waist revealing her sexy stockings held up by a beautiful black and red lace garter belt. She grabbed her skirt up with one hand and spread her legs wide putting her right foot on the toilet. The wet lips of her cunt swelled out shining with her cum. Her pussy was neatly and perfectly shaven with only a stripe of her above.
I was frozen standing in front of her not knowing what to do and then she said, "Now get between my legs, Marianne, and make me cum again!"
She grabbed my head with a fistful of hair and pulled my face down toward her pussy. At first, I tried resisting by just bending at my waist not wanting to kneel on the floor and not knowing if I could, or should, go down on her.
The effort was senseless. I quickly let into her strength against the back of my head and fell into the eager desire I felt to taste her. I bent my knees and suddenly I was kneeling on the cold marble floor with her wide-open cunt in front of my face.
I could not believe what I was about to do, but I was so turned on that I did not care anymore if the woman putting makeup on outside or anyone else in the restroom could see or hear what was going on.
All I could care about was pleasing Miss Fletcher's order. So, I reached with my left hand and slowly caressed the back of Miss Fletcher's leg slowly trailing my fingers from her ankle all the way up her leg to her perfectly round hard butt. Then, I grabbed her left ass cheek and pressed it hard with my full hand, as I said teasingly staring straight up into her eyes,
"Tell me again, what do you want me to do to you?"
Then, as though she was about to get mad with me, she said,
"Fuck me with your tongue, you little slut!"
The feeling of uncontrollable lust and the smell of her cunt in front of my face turned me on so much that I could not stop myself. I now, reached with both my hands around her and grabbed her ass pulling it wide open and pressing her full body against my face as I opened my mouth and pulled out my tongue to lick her for the first time.
I trailed her full cunt with my tongue all the way from her asshole to her clit taking all the juice I could into my mouth. When I reached her clit with the hard point of my cunt, she moaned and whispered loudly,
"Good girl, YEESSS! Keep going!"
I was sure that the other women outside could hear everything and they could certainly see my knees on the floor under the bathroom door just in front of Miss Fletcher's black heels.
