Harvest Moon on Fe Lanmou

This is my very first try at erotica. Please leave comments and feedback so I can improve my stories.

This follows on from Part 1. Make sure you read that one first.

Enjoy!

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Off to New Shores

At the door to the plane, the steward - also a hunk of a guy - greeted them warmly.

"Welcome to your ultimate singles experience," he said to them. "We're sure you'll enjoy the flight and all its extra entertainment."

Charlie pulled Fiona to the side and whispered, "How did they get so many insanely hot people into one place? Did you see how tight his pants were?!"

Fiona playfully pushed Charlie's shoulder. "Keep it in your pants, woman! What does he mean by extra entertainment, though? The program didn't mention anything special on the flight."

Charlie shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe he just meant all the eye candy. Come on, let's find our seats."

The inside of the plane was as luxurious as the organisers had made it out to be. Lush, soft seats wide enough to cross your legs on were flanked by mini bars and accompanied by TVs with noise-cancelling headphones. There was enough leg room to walk past someone sitting down, even when the seats were reclined.

Almost everyone was sitting down already; a quiet hum of chatter made the plane feel comfortable and welcoming.

"Hmmm," sighed Fiona, stowing hers and Charlie's hand luggage in the overhead compartment, "do you smell that? What is that? Ocean? Ooooh, it smells so goood!"

She waved her hand around, trying to get more of the intoxicating smell. It made her feel a little light-headed - which, looking back, should have alarmed her more than it did then - and seemed to settle on her skin so that she felt positively glowing.

"You're right," said a husky Charlie staring at Fiona, "it's delicious."

The look in Charlie's eyes had Fiona hold onto the girl's waist to scoot around her tight curves and into her seat. She let her fingers linger for a second longer, almost breathless from her own bravery and nervous that she misinterpreted Charlie's mood.

The other girl made a sound deep in her throat, somewhere between a purr and a moan, and idly lay her fingers over Fiona's. One at a time, she intertwined them securely and sent sparks buzzing through Fiona's body, before she descended gracefully into her own seat. She brought both their hands up to her face, used her other one to awkwardly shift the armrest and murmured, "I never like how restricting these feel. You don't mind, do you?"

Fiona slowly shook her head. She felt Charlie's breath on her skin and her fingers gently caressing the sensitive spots between her fingers. It anything but eradicated her rational thoughts, thoughts she barely remembered now about norms and expectations and how she wasn't sure what she really wanted...

She knew, right then, though, what she wanted was to feel more of that soft, sensuous skin, so she put her other hand on Charlie's exposed leg. Tentatively, slowly, savouring each added piece of touch, while her eyes found Charlie's. The other girl smiled crookedly, eyes half closed and ran their hands, still laced together, along her cheek. They sat like that for a second, thoughts lost in the daze.

"Good day, everybody!" piped the pilot's voice through the intercom. The girls jerked, brought back to reality, and quickly disentangled their hands.

"Welcome to flight DIX-314. It's almost lunch time, so once we're in the air, your meals will be served. The flight will take about 5 hours and land us straight on Fe Lanmou, where your two-week get-away waits! The organisers have provided some extra entertainment for the flight, so make sure to check out your TV sets after lunch."

Fiona and Charlie started to chuckle with a slightly embarrassed undertone while the flight crew went through the security briefing.

"You know," breathed Charlie, "I might be crazy, but you're super fucking hot right now. You make me want to do all sorts of things to you. Crazy things. Kinky things. Dirty... things."

The blonde goddess - was it possible, she looked even more desirable - shook her head and giggled nervously.

"I'm sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable. I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't seem to help myself."

Fiona stared at her blankly. Her thoughts were racing. This was confirmation of what she had suspected, hoped for, dreaded. She could deny it, find someone ... more conventional to get her fix, but a little voice in her head said, 'Come on, you're horny, you want this, you need this ... doesn't matter where you get what you need. You said it yourself: in whatever way was required...'

As the plane started to move, Charlie cleared her throat. Fiona hadn't realised she had drawn out the silence for so long and quickly smiled. 'To hell with it,' she thought and said, "I thought I was the one losing it."

While Charlie's face started to light up, Fiona continued before she could lose her nerve. "I mean, you're way pretty but the last few hours were like a whirlwind of feelings. I've never wanted to do all these crazy things before... I think we should stick together for the next two weeks."

Charlie smiled and nodded, running her hand down Fiona's arm and clasping her fingers again. Just then, the plane lurched forward and raced down the runway. With the engines howling - why did they sound so loud - the girls were pressed into their seats. Judging from the surprised sounds around them, the intense feeling of pressure on their lungs wasn't an illusion, and Fiona wondered why the strain to breathe felt so good.

Next to her, Charlie had closed her eyes and was moaning softly.

As soon as the plane had left the ground, the feeling disappeared. Charlie opened her eyes and murmured, "That just felt way too good... I couldn't breathe, really, but everything felt so tingly..."

Fiona hummed appreciatively. She heard the people behind her take deep breaths and turned around, only to see two very handsome guys smile at her.

"That was quite something, huh," the one on the left said. His dark hair fell into his eyes. A piercing green, they were underscored by a slightly unkempt beard and a strong jaw. His lips curled as if he saw her checking him out. "I'm Sam."

"Hi," Fiona said, "I thought I was the only one." She cast a sideways glance at Charlie - still with her eyes closed - and smiled. "Well, besides my friend Charlie here. I'm Fiona. Nice to meet you."

"My name's Connor," the other guy piped up. His eyes flickered between Fiona and Charlie, lingering on their features just as Fiona's had on Sam's. "This promises to be a good vacation. A very good vacation, from the looks of it. Even the plane smells amazing!"

Fiona's response was interrupted by the stewardess bringing drinks. She smiled back regretfully before turning to accept her second cosmo of the day - had it really only been a few hours since the first one? - and leaning back next to Charlie.

"You know... ," Charlie whispered, glancing back at the guys behind her, "... sticking together doesn't have to mean excluding others from the fun, what do you think?"

Fiona laughed quietly. "Seems like we followed the same train of thought there. Do you think we can keep it together till the plane lands? It's a bit crowded here..."

Charlie giggled in response. She turned around to the guys, sucking suggestively on her straw and licked her lips. They cheersed and winked, which elicited another giggle from Charlie.

"A little bit more of this," she shook her drink, "and I'm not sure I mind. These people really know how to put you in a holiday mood!"

The next hour or so was spent eating and flicking through the TV channels. With the armrest up, the girls kept brushing against each other. An elbow here, a hand past the leg there... When they realised they could move the screens and share the sound, they eagerly looked for something they both liked.

"Is it just me, or are these movies ... um ...," Fiona stuttered a little, swishing her third - she thought - cosmo around. "Um ... are they a little, well, suggestive?"

"They certainly seem to keep up with the theme," Charlie agreed. When Fiona looked at her blankly, she lifted an eyebrow. "The theme? 'Let your single free'? It was only all over the ads! Come on, you really didn't see it?"

"Mine said, 'The perfect escape'. Weird, I really didn't see anything about 'let your single free'," Fiona pondered.

She was surprised by a gentle tap on the shoulder. Sam grinned at her through the seats, holding his headphones around his neck.

"If it helps, my ads said, 'Sun, sand and lots of skin'. And Connor's over here... Well, let's just say it was very direct, from what I hear." He wiggled his eyebrows in mocked shock and leaned back when Fiona laughed.

"Why, sir, I had no idea you were such a filthy scoundrel," purred Charlie.

Connor just drew his lips up slowly, staring right at her. Fiona was sure she could have cut the air with a knife.

"That's some crazy personalisation," she said to Sam, who nodded. "I'm half thinking I need to deactivate some - "

"What?" asked Sam, following her stare behind him, to the bathrooms further down the plane. Two guys had just exited the stalls - obviously they were as spacious as the rest of the plane - which would have been unusual enough, considering there was only one toilet. But the way they were leaning into each other, kissing heavily and basically glued together at the hip suggested something a little more entertaining had happened.

"Well, good for them," chuckled Sam. "Come on, Connor, let's finish this round on the console. I'm about to kick your ass!"

"No way!" Connor shouted, winking at Charlie again before donning his headphones and pushing Sam on the shoulder to give him an edge in whatever they were playing.

Charlie sighed dreamily. "Hmmm, I'm really not sure I want to wait until we land. It's another few hours and all I want to do is stuff my fingers down my - hey!"

Fiona had pulled her out of her seat and was dragging her to the bathroom. They stumbled past a few rows and then into the stall.