The remainder of the flight is uneventful, and Ivana, much to my disappointment, hasn’t come back for round two. With only an hour left until we descend, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes decides to strike up a conversation. Another reason I despise flying—small talk with random strangers beside you.
“Sorry about the blubbering mess,” she apologizes while placing the book in the pocket behind the seat in front of her.
“Must be a good book,” I respond politely, not interested in the slightest about making conversation.
“Good as in eye-opening. I feel much better now. I’m Amber, by the way.”
I smile back. “Noah.”
“Noah,” she repeats. “Cute. Are you from LA?”
Cute? For fuck’s sake, this is not going anyw
here. Time to terminate the conversation. I’m not moving to LA to meet friends. Especially ones who think my name is ‘cute.’
“No, just moving here for a few months.”
“I live not far from Santa Monica Beach with my two roomies,” Amber informs me. “LA is a nice change if you’re from the East.”
“I like warmer.”
“I miss the cold winters. When I stayed in Jersey with my girlfriend... I mean, my ex…” And there it is, the reason why she’s been a trainwreck this entire flight. I just never took her for a lesbian. It’s kinda hot. Damn, she eats pussy. We have something in common.
“I loved being inside and watching the snowfall. Helps if you’ve got hot chocolate and are having wild sex in front of a fireplace,” she reminisces.
The scotch swirling around in my mouth almost splatters onto the chair in front of me. She said what?
“Uh, yeah.” I laugh nervously, unsure of where to go from here. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a wild-sex-in-front-of-a-fireplace type of girl.”
“Well then, Noah, it’s amazing how looks can be deceiving.”
Her eyes dart back and forth, scanning the passengers around us. With most people asleep, she slides a little closer and rests her hand on my thigh, inching it closer until it’s sitting on my cock. Stroking it softly above the material of my pants, I allow her to continue until she suggests we should take this out back.
“Back where?” I ask, wondering what she has in mind.
I turn my head, I notice the back of the plane isn’t full. I enjoy fucking in public, but this... this seems risky. Don’t be a pussy, Noah. You’ve jerked off watching several pornos with girls getting off on airplanes.
I unclick my seatbelt and stand up, walking toward the back where the larger restroom is located, assuming that this is where Amber wants to fuck. Ivana is standing against the wall, eyeing me as I walk down.
Oh shit.
With Amber following close by, Ivana tilts her head and watches her walk behind me.
“Well, this is a nice reunion.” Ivana grins, eyeing us both from head to toe.
“Just using the restroom.” I smile back.
“Let me open the door for the both of you. If you need any assistance, please, don’t be scared to ask.” Ivana bites the corner of her lip, gazing at me with her sultry eyes.
“We could use some help,” Amber whispers, latching onto Ivana’s arm.
Ivana pulls a piece of paper from her pocket, taping it onto the restroom. The words Out of Order, printed and stuck on the door.
“Ladies,” I murmur, running my hand along Ivana’s collarbone. “We need to get creative with this space.”
Ivana places her juicy red lips on mine, rolling her tongue around while moaning in my mouth. There’s a hand stroking my cock. I don’t know who it belongs to, nor do I care. Ivana continues to kiss me with deep penetrating moans, almost biting my lip in the process. I pull away and see why.
Amber has shifted Ivana’s dress up, past the top of her garters. She pushes Ivana’s black lacey panties aside, exposing her beautifully shaved pussy. Fuck. I watch in awe, waiting for her to slide her tongue against her clit. I’ve been with two women before, but never in a restroom of a plane. This, here, is fucking heaven.