Boarding began and the three of them walked down the tunnel to the aircraft, then down the aisle of the plane.
“If you’d like the window seat, you can have it,” Trey said as he stood in the aisle waiting for her to sit down.
She smiled. “Actually, I think I’d rather sit in the middle.”
Trey slid over to the window seat. Jake took her bag and put it in the overhead compartment as she settled in beside Trey. They chatted as passengers continued to board the plane. Once everyone was seated, Jake stood up and grabbed a pillow and blanket from one of the overhead compartments, then tucked it under the seat in front of them.
Once they were in the air, Jake handed the blanket to Danielle.
“Uh, thank you.”
“Sometimes it gets a little cold.” He opened the blanket and arranged it over her lap.
A moment later, Trey’s hand strayed under the blanket and stroked along her thigh. Jake’s hand stroked over her other thigh.
She glanced around nervously. The flight wasn’t very full and the two seats across th
e aisle from them were empty, so no one could really see them.
Jake smiled at her, and she smiled back, until Trey’s hand found her mound and he stroked over it—then she dropped her head back on the seat, her eyes widening a little.
“You are looking a little cold.” Jake’s hand slid from under the blanket and he shifted it up around her shoulders, tucking it in behind her.
Trey’s fingers slipped under her panties and stroked her slit. She could feel the wetness gathering there.
“Would you like something?”
Danielle started at the sound of the stewardess’s voice.
“I’ll have an orange juice,” Jake said as he lowered the little table to his lap. “How about you, Danielle? A soft drink or juice?”
Trey’s fingers dipped inside her. “Or maybe something hot?” Trey suggested.
Hot? Yes, please!
“I’ll take a tea, please,” she managed to say in a steady voice. “One milk and one sugar.”
The uniformed woman prepared her tea and set it on Jake’s table. Fortunately, Jake must have seen her coming, and he hadn’t put his hand under the blanket again after adjusting it around her shoulders. It might look a little odd that Trey’s arm disappeared under the blanket, but if the stewardess noticed, she didn’t show it. And, actually, she barely glanced past Jake’s debonair smile.
She placed Trey’s water on Jake’s tray, too, then pushed her cart farther down the aisle.
Trey stroked over Danielle’s slit again, and Jake’s hand slipped underneath the blanket and glided under her T-shirt to stroke over her breast. Over the next little while, her companions teased and tormented her. Jake toyed with her nipples, squeezing and stroking, occasionally licking his finger to add a little moisture. Trey dabbed at her clit, then flicked it gently until she approached orgasm, then backed off until she almost pleaded for release. Each seemed to have staked out his individual territory, with Jake up top and Trey below, but occasionally, Jake’s hand would glide downward and join Trey with a finger inside her, or add a tweak to her clit for good measure.
By the time they were ready to land, she damn well wanted someone to fuck her.
“Oh God, just do it,” she murmured to Trey. “Make me . . .” She trailed off, afraid someone would overhear her.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea here.” Trey sent her a devilish grin.
She, on the other hand, thought it was a damn fine idea!
Trey continued to tease her clit, but too lightly to do the trick.
“So you’re just going to leave me like this?”
“Well, that depends. Didn’t you say you have a car at the airport?”
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