My plane landed at Schiphol at about two in the afternoon, Central European Time. I was pretty bagged, having flown overnight from Toronto. I don't sleep well in flight, and the selection of movies wasn't bad. As a result, I was coming up on 24 straight hours awake.
I followed the flow of passengers through the terminal, keeping a watchful eye on the finely toned calves of the woman who had sat across the aisle a row in front of me. Her tight skirt, fully inappropriate for long distance air travel, had more than once caught my eye as she left her seat to stretch or use the facilities. Now I appreciated it all the more as it clung to her rolling, curvy ass all the way into the passport control queue.
The line moved quickly, so it wasn't long before I was collecting my solitary wheelie bag from the conveyor, and passing between largely unmonitored customs tables. I had to shake my head as a tall and slightly overweight customs officer stepped in front of my skirted fellow traveler, and directed her to a table for a luggage search.
I carried on through the sliding doors into the main reception area of the airport. The usual crowd was there. It took me only a few seconds to spot Jonas, my sister-in-law's husband, waiting just beyond the end of the barriers. Lanky and slightly shorter than my 5'11", Jonas had a typical Dutch face, framed by short cropped brown hair that lay flat to his scalp and his perpetual five o'clock shadow. He smiled on recognizing me, and stepped forward with his hand outstretched. I shook it, and pulled him into a quick, if awkward, hug.
We passed a couple of minutes exchanging the necessary pleasantries -- "yes, the flight was good... didn't sleep much... Janet's doing fine." While we chatted my skirt lady, newly released from the customs pervert, walked past. My eyes followed her, distracting me momentarily from conversation with Jonas. When I turned back to him I found that he, too, had followed her walk out of the airport, and met me with a grin on his face.
"Seems there were some benefits on the flight," he stated.
"I wish," I replied, "but the visual programming was excellent!"
He laughed as he pulled out his phone to send a quick text. Laura, my wife's sister, was waiting nearby with a car and would pick us up outside.
We made it out to the curb just in time to see my fellow traveller reaching the front of the taxi queue. We both watched as she walked to the trunk of the cab to hand her bags to the driver, and then struggled to maintain her modesty as she set herself into the back seat.
A staccato car horn broke our appreciation. A silver citroen had pulled to the curb in front of us, and my sister-in-law was looking at us both with an accusatory grin on her face.
"Is that any way to watch for your wife and favourite sister?" she called.
"In-law!" I protested, as Jonas nudged me with his elbow towards the car.
"Take the front seat," he said as he took my luggage from me. "Your legs are longer, and the visual programming is better."
With some surprise, I looked at him to query that last statement, but he had already turned away to clamber into the back of the car. I opened the front door and sat beside Laura. She leaned across with her arms open to offer a hug, and I kissed her on the cheek as we embraced.
"Good to see you, Laura. Thanks for putting up with me for a couple of days."
"It's no problem, Mark. You are the better half of my older sister, after all," she responded, "and it will be nice to get to know you without her helping out." She caught my eye with a quick, knowing look as she pulled the car out into the road. I laughed, realising that she really did know my wife.
I settled back into my seat as she steered the car out onto the A4 into Amsterdam. My yawn brought chuckles from both Laura and Jonas, and he called out from the back seat "Don't go falling asleep now. As passenger you have the responsibility of keeping Laura alert and focused!"
Her giggle brought my attention back to her. I turned my head just in time to see her bare right leg tense as she pressed down on the accelerator. For the first time since arriving I really looked at her. The visual programming, so to speak, was spectacular.
Laura had always been fit, in all the time I'd known her. Today she seemed to positively glow. Her dirty blonde hair was cropped in a bob above her neck; the black frames of her small glasses in stark contrast to her pale white skin. Her blue eyes sparkled to match the smile of her mouth, emphasized by dark red lipstick beneath the soft turn of her nose.
She wore only a light green, sleeveless mini-dress. My eyes took in the strong, smooth skin of her arms reaching out to the wheel; the gentle curve of her flawless shoulders. Her small breasts seemed to be pushed together by her arms, and the slight bumps of her nipples against the dress fabric testified to the absence of any bra. The dress lay bunched on her thighs, giving me a view of the inside of her left leg above the knee, and the promise of much more. Her finely toned legs stretched out of sight beneath the steering wheel, but their smooth curves flexed with muscle whenever she adjusted her weight on the pedals.
Looking back up to her face, I saw her eyes dart away from mine back to the road, and knew she had caught me looking. I started to blush. Her eyes flickered to me again, and said "Can you still see the family resemblance?"
Laura, at 34, was eight years younger than her sister, my wife Janet. While they had the same small nose, there the similarities ended. Janet had darker hair, darker skin tone, was two inches taller and carried an additional hundred pounds. Laura, on the other hand, was... well... perfect.
Thinking I ought to change the topic, I reverted to the thought that had caused my eye to wander in the first place. "So, how am I supposed to keep you alert and focused?"
Without looking at me, Laura replied "well, Jonas usually tweaks my nipples or fingers me."
Jonas let out a guffaw from the back seat. "You walked right into that one, Mark!"
We were all pretty silent for a bit. Laura asked after Janet and the kids, and Mark spoke about his new job. Soon enough we were pulling up outside their familiar house.
"Well, I guess you didn't need to keep me awake," Laura said, looking me in the eye. "Disappointed?"
"Uhmmm... no. You?" I replied, my mouth on auto-pilot.
"A little." She winked at my surprise, and then reached for her seatbelt release. I sat there, stunned, as she turned away from me to open the door, and will admit that my eyes followed her legs as she stepped out of the car; her ass rising up in front of me. I probably blinked only when the door slammed shut, and quickly fumbled for my own seatbelt to get out of the car.
The rest of the afternoon and evening passed without much incident. I took a short nap, and helped Laura prepare dinner. We spent a lot of time catching up, and without my wife there to control the conversation, we quickly relaxed into a teasing repartee. The mood was probably enhanced by the hash brownies that Jonas pulled out of the fridge. It wasn't long before I was feeling a pleasant high.
After dinner Jonas stepped outside to smoke a joint. Laura and I stayed in, sitting across the living room from each other and sipping at some red wine. She was still in her summer dress, sitting on the couch with her legs tucked up beside her, her right breast threatening to pop out at any moment.
"So," she began, "since my dear sister isn't here to monitor your every word, tell me..." There was a pregnant pause as Laura looked towards the back door where Jonas had gone. She seemed to be avoiding eye contact as she continued, "...is the sex good?"
I choked on my wine. I had to sit up straight to put my wine glass down on the floor, and spent a moment coughing to clear my throat. When I finally looked back at her she was looking straight at me again, though with a hint of nervous tension in her smile.
"Uhmm... why do you ask?" I responded.
She looked away again, and took a deep breath. Her rising chest nearly spilled those perfect breasts out of the dress. Sometimes I surprise even myself, however, and I managed to listen to her words, regardless. "Well, to be honest, she's my big sister, and she's always setting herself up as the expert on everything. I feel like we're always battling for respect, and she always wins."
My heart was melting at her honesty.
"But for all of her talk, I just can't see her being that good in bed. I'd like to know, for once, that I'm better at something" she finished, and once again looked back at me, awaiting my response.
I paused, deliberating. My wife would, quite literally, kill me if she ever found out I shared such personal details. At the same time, Laura was right. Although I'm sure it was unconscious and unintentional, Janet made a point of denigrating and dominating everyone around her. If I could ease Laura's mind a bit, it was my duty, wasn't it?
"Well, to be honest, we don't really have a sex life," I said. "It's not something that she likes, or is comfortable with, so we don't."
"You're kidding." Her eyes displayed her surprise.
"Seven years," I stated. "It's been seven years since we last had sex."
"Holy shit," she exclaimed as she swung her feet out and sat up towards me, the tops of her breasts jiggling with the motion. "How do you survive?"
I laughed at the admission of her own sexual drive inherent in the question.
"It sucks. Truly."
"So what..." she seemed thoughtful. "Do you just have to get yourself off whenever you're horny?"
"Pretty much." I replied. "To be brutally honest, there isn't much else I can do, most of the time."
"Damn," she said, looking straight into my eyes, and slowly bringing her face to a satisfied grin. "I totally win. I'm a fucking beast in bed. But poor you. I would go crazy. I'd probably have to cheat."
"Ah, well", I thought. "In for a penny, in for a pound."
"I do cheat," I said, still holding her eye. "I don't get much opportunity, but these work trips have that as a benefit."
Just then Jonas came back into the house. He seemed to sense the tension in the room, and raised an eyebrow to Laura. She glanced at me, back to Jonas, then blurted "Mark really needs to get laid while he's here, babe."
